Other than the way the artist would describe things as if he could paint them it was too much like trying to slap some name on it. I think I already feel too much that bad stuff that happens is a collective will, anyway. The artist might have seen the omens in the ABC spagettios but did they spell the same in the other most important meal of the day? That bad things that happen is a deliberate act to silence another voice, yeah. Villagers abuse their dinner forks. If I saw it in a dream that didn't mean I could have stopped it from happening. I'm too late to this gallery to predict karma.
I don't want to hear tongues click. I have a lizard tongue, apparently. It was probably from when I made dead lizards dance as a four year old my biographer says so. Kubin says he'll see me on the other side, then. Noooo, but you were soul boring! That's the bright flash lights of hell diagnosing danger, danger, danger. Am I just naive in that art and personal responses and shit?
Intent is art and then there's where you run with it. Something about this collective unconscious in a burned to the ground village made me feel so tired. View all 68 comments. Feb 18, Miriam rated it liked it Shelves: A man in his thirties, married, an artist, receives a strange offer: A job is promised, interim funding provided. I'm pretty sure this was an allegory about The editor suggests it is a satire of Utopianism.
The Dreamland is pretty nightmarish. Literally, not just hyperbolically. The prose isn't brilliant but Kubin is ex A man in his thirties, married, an artist, receives a strange offer: The prose isn't brilliant but Kubin is excellent at imagery. If you're familiar with his art you'll be easily able to envision the scenes in this book. I think it would have been better at a somewhat shorter length; the hideous events palled by repetition. Here is a sample of the text apologies for the photo quality: The Other Side is a gloomily satirical novel showing some fine rudiments of absurdism and it is a kind of a mystical dystopia.
We are all wanderers, all of us without exception. It has been so as long as there have been people, and so it will remain. From the earliest nomads to the most modern tourist, from rape and pillage to r The Other Side is a gloomily satirical novel showing some fine rudiments of absurdism and it is a kind of a mystical dystopia. From the earliest nomads to the most modern tourist, from rape and pillage to recent journeys of exploration, however much the motives may change, the wandering remains. Foot, horseback, wheel, steam, electricity, petrol and anything else that will come — the means of locomotion is unimportant, the wandering remains.
Whether I go down to the inn or all round the world, I am a wanderer, and with me all animals, here, there, everywhere. And the earth leads by example. It is in the blood, a law of nature. However tired you may be, you feel the compulsion to keep going, on and on… We only enjoy real peace when our wandering is at an end. And we are all secretly looking forward to that, only we refuse to admit it to ourselves. What worlds do we create when we sleep?
Here fantasies were simply reality. The incredible thing was the way the same illusion would appear in several minds at once. The people talked themselves into believing the things they imagined. Space courts time, you see; and the point of union, the present, is death, or something else you could just as well posit in its place — the deity, if you like.
And right in the middle, the great miracle of the incarnation: Which is nothing but the exterior of the subject. Those, my dear sir, are fundamental propositions. There you have my whole theory. Every man wishes to be a creator but some creations of mankind are grimly monstrous. View all 3 comments. View all 8 comments. Apr 30, Nancy Oakes rated it it was amazing Shelves: That's exactly how this very disturbing novel begins. How it ends I won't say, but imagine any dream you've ever had that starts out being sort of quirky and then rapidly devolves into a nightmare from which you struggle to awaken, and that describes this novel in a nutshell.
I will tell you that this book disturbe Imagine this: I will tell you that this book disturbed me to my core, and that rarely happens. I don't know if anyone's noticed she says in a tongue-in-cheek sort of way , but I tend to be a reader of strange novels, and this one is out there. It is so very different, so far out of the realm of normal; it is the very stuff I crave and go out of my way to look for. When I find something out of the ordinary like The Other Side , I tend to get sucked in completely and have trouble getting out until the very last page.
I wasn't too far in before the Moleskine notebook and the pens came out; two notebooks later it was over. The first time through this novel I was shaken, my nerves were working overtime, and I couldn't think straight for a while after having finished it. Being inside Kubin's head is a dangerous and very scary place to find oneself, even if it's only for the duration of the book.
Mar 02, Ctgt rated it really liked it Shelves: Study of the subconscious mind? Damned if I know. He has even gone so far as to move buildings from throughout the world into his new kingdom, They Surrealistic nightmare? He has even gone so far as to move buildings from throughout the world into his new kingdom, They are all ancient structures; many, indeed, are in ruins and would be worthless in anyone else's eyes, but others are massive and well preserved.
Formerly they were scattered all over Europe. The next few chapters are fairly mundane and Kubin briefly explores the class structure, economics and religion of this newly formed kingdom before we gradually slide down the slippery slope. Things in the kingdom seem just a bit off and in fact his wife is never comfortable or happy once they arrive. As discoveries are made and things start to deteriorate, a foil to Patera appears in the form of an American, Hercules Bell who begins to accelerate the collapse of the kingdom.
Some vivid passages; A dream sequence, An elderly fellow with an abnormally big torso and short legs approached me; he was naked except for a pair of greasy duck workman's trousers. He had two long vertical rows of nipples, I counted eighteen. With a snort, he inflated his lungs, filling first the right and then the left side of his chest, and then with his fingers on the eighteen nipples played the most beautiful harmonica pieces. A fine pattern of cracks appeared in the precious vases and porcelains. The splendid paintings developed black spots, which rapidly spread over the entire surface.
Engravings became porous and fell to pieces. The speed with which so many well-preserved and carefully repaired household furnishings turned into piles of rubbish was hardly credible. Now he grew boundlessly, he dug up a volcano from which still hung, snail-shaped and twisted, a granite intestine torn from the entrails of the earth. He put this gigantic instrument to his lips-it roared so that the universe shook. The city had long since disappeared beneath his feet. He stood there upright, his torso reaching the clouds; his flesh was as if made of hills.
This won't be for everyone but if you like weird fiction Peake, I would say give this a shot. It's definitely one of those books I will need to read again. View all 6 comments. Jul 13, Nate D rated it really liked it Recommends it for: Recommended to Nate D by: Paired with the piercing brilliance of another novel of the forces of dreams that I happened to read nearly at the same time, The Lathe of Heaven , this is all murk and decay and irrational forces, the dream-unleashed id of a century that would, just a few years later, reveal first the bloodiest war in world history, then another even more cataclysmic, almost immediately after.
Not that Lathe doesn't have its sense of entropy too, but an impressively sustained portion of this one seems given over Paired with the piercing brilliance of another novel of the forces of dreams that I happened to read nearly at the same time, The Lathe of Heaven , this is all murk and decay and irrational forces, the dream-unleashed id of a century that would, just a few years later, reveal first the bloodiest war in world history, then another even more cataclysmic, almost immediately after.
Not that Lathe doesn't have its sense of entropy too, but an impressively sustained portion of this one seems given over entirely to the horrors of entropy. There's a lot of uncertainty about what is going on here, and what to make of it, all of it submerged in kind of slow churning torpor translation issues?
I actually have the older Penguin Classics, not the new Dedalus , but nonetheless a horror and intensity comes through that's hard to put out of mind. Interestingly, in contrast to possible interpretations of LeGuin, Kubin seems to suggest that collective thought tends only towards destruction, that the mass effect of humanity is only for ill. As I said, it seems like the 20th century was about to bear out this perspective quite readily.
Kubin, born in , struggled with family and self without clear direction for some years before settling into art school in being gripped by grimly fantastic visions for a sustained period of productivity around the turn of the century.
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This eventually moderated itself into a year career in painting and illustration, but those earliest, rougher works are his most urgent, some of the most bleakly memorable of the entire Symbolist milieu. The Other Side was written in , when, at the age of 30, he found himself unable the blurb says to draw for three straight months. And so, this fitting literary companion Kubin's only novel to his early drawings came into being. Jul 30, Eadweard rated it really liked it Shelves: My th rating here Apparently Kafka read it and enjoyed it.
Alfred Kubin's atmospheric book is precisely what I expected it to be just from looking at his works. It's his art morphed into words, it emanates the same atmosphere, the same grotesqueness. His translations for Dedalus include five novels by Gustav Meyrink, among others. He lives in Scotland. Hermann Ungar was born to a prominent Jewish family in Boskovice, Moravia and studied in Berlin and Prague where he later lived. Hermann Ungar , Mike Mitchell. I grandi classici della letteratura straniera Fabbri.
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