The Rings of Saturn

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a b Gussow, Mel (15 December 2001). "W. G. Sebald, Elegiac German Novelist, Is Dead at 57". The New York Times. Patt, Lise et al. (eds.). Searching for Sebald: Photography after W. G. Sebald. ICI Press, 2007. An anthology of essays on Sebald's use of images, with artist's projects inspired by Sebald.

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I do not know how to read this except as the book disowning itself, observing, as best it can, the decencies of mourning with a gesture towards the renunciation not only of memory, but of experience itself. Memories lie slumbering within us for months and years, quietly proliferating, until they are woken by some trifle and in some strange way blind us to life.” The title of the book may be associated with thematic content contained in the two passages–one appearing as part of the book's epigraph, the other in the fourth chapter, which mentions Saturn–hinting at both astronomical and mythological associations for Sebald's use of the word: Unfortunately I am a completely impractical person, caught up in endless trains of thought. All of us are fantasists, ill-equipped for life, the children as much as myself. It seems to me sometimes that we never get used to being on this earth and life is just one great, ongoing, incomprehensible blunder.” From this house of mythic stasis the narrator of The Rings of Saturn moves on, traveling next to see an old acquaintance of his called Thomas Abrams, a farmer, a pastor, and, we learn, an avid amateur modeler. Abrams, the narrator recalls, had begun his hobbying career by making replicas of ships and other vessels. But by the time Sebald’s novel takes place he has spent the past twenty years working obsessively on one model, a model of a single building that, when you consider its maker’s résumé, is a most likely subject.Sebald was born in Wertach, Bavaria, the second of the three children of Rosa and Georg Sebald, and his parents' only son. From 1948 to 1963, he lived in Sonthofen. [3] His father had joined the Reichswehr in 1929 and served in the Wehrmacht under the Nazis. His father remained a detached figure, a prisoner of war until 1947; his maternal grandfather, the small-town police officer Josef Egelhofer (1872–1956), was the most important male presence during his early years. [4] Sebald was shown images of The Holocaust while at school in Oberstdorf and recalled that no one knew how to explain what they had just seen. The Holocaust and European modernity, especially its modes of warfare and persecution, later became central themes in his work. Third, when I mention “Sebald” as a person, I may be deceiving you. The narrator of this book appears to be its author – most of the time. But there are enough odd references and fantastical descriptions to make the reader suspect that the person telling these stories may be part-fiction. We have no evidence to tell us from which angle Thomas Browne watched the dissection, if, as I believe, he was among the onlookers in the anatomy theatre in Amsterdam, or indeed what he might have seen there. Perhaps, as Browne says in a later note about the great fog that shrouded large parts of England and Holland on the 27th of November 1674, it was the white mist that rises from within a body opened presently after death, and which during our lifetime, so he adds, clouds our brain when asleep and dreaming. What begins as the record of W. G. Sebald’s own journey on foot through coastal East Anglia, from Lowestoft to Bungay, becomes the conductor of evocations of people and cultures past and present. From Chateaubriand, Thomas Browne, Swinburne and Conrad, to fishing fleets, skulls and silkworms, the result is an intricately patterned and haunting book on the transience of all things human.

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There’s no sure answer, but within the dramatic scope of this narrative, the deaths of Michael and Janine, occurring between his surgery and the process of assembling his notes for the chronicle, mark the elaboration, at least, of the narrator’s fissure; their deaths cast a particular fog over his world, his memory, and his experience, and from this point on the dominant mode is melancholy edging towards despair. In a foreword to one of his collections of essays on Austrian literature, Sebald wrote of the melancholic literary mode:

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At the end of Rings, the narrator informs us that the Nazis were responsible for reviving the faltering sericulture industry in Germany. Such is the silken spiral of chronicle, and it leads ultimately to the camps, where the ash, silk, burials, and brutal experiments on animals (and implicitly, of course, on humans) all merge. Sericulture was advocated in Nazi Germany, says the narrator, on the grounds that silkworms

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Lynne Sharon Shwartz (ed.), The Emergence of Memory: Conversations with W.G. Sebald (Seven Stories, 2007). True to its origin, the book is rambling affair. Sebald recounts the rise and fall of great houses and communities; he considers the lives of a variety of literary figures at one time or another resident in East Anglia, among them Browne, Swinburne, Edward Fitzgerald, Joseph Conrad, Michael Hamburger, and Chateaubriand. He speaks of such historical figures as Roger Casement and the terrible Dowager Empress of nineteenth-century China. Economic growth and decline fascinates Sebald, and so he discourses on the changing fortunes of the herring industry, once a mainstay of England's North Sea communities, and turns at various points in the book to the subject of the international silk industry. He visits a man who has devoted years of his life to constructing a perfect replica of the Second Temple in Jerusalem (an episode that, like much else in the book, echoes The Emigrants, where the painter Max Ferber describes a childhood meeting with a Jewish itinerant who went from ghetto to ghetto exhibiting such a model: "And I, said Ferber, bent down over the diminutive temple and realized, for the first time in my life, what a true work of art looks like.") The Rings of Saturn ( German: Die Ringe des Saturn: Eine englische Wallfahrt - An English Pilgrimage) is a 1995 novel by the German writer W. G. Sebald. Its first-person narrative arc is the account by a nameless narrator (who resembles the author in typical Sebaldian fashion [1]) on a walking tour of Suffolk. In addition to describing the places he sees and people he encounters, including translator Michael Hamburger, Sebald discusses various episodes of history and literature, including the introduction of silkworm cultivation to Europe, and the writings of Thomas Browne, which attach in some way to the larger text. The book was published in English in 1998.

By this point I was seventeen or eighteen and the interests that had sustained me through a solitary puberty, particularly classical archaeology, with its exciting promise of great riches lurking just below the surface, had yielded to a keen interest in literature. I began to keep a diary; I started to write stories and poems. I wanted to learn Greek; the books that I took out of the library each week were volumes of Sophocles and Plato’s Phaedrus, works that left me with inchoate and exalted yearnings that no model could ever depict. And indeed not long after this period of my life I went off to university to study Greek literature, which, however much it has suffered at the hands of time, has only rarely been the object of the kind of intentional ruination that has left such scant traces of so many ancient structures. Miller, A. D. (Spring 2011). "Notes on a Voice: W. G. Sebald". Intelligent Life . Retrieved 9 June 2013. There is something else for which Sebald’s story about the doomed model-maker—the story that, for reasons that will be obvious by now, has a special hold over me—may be the ideal symbol. In The Rings of Saturn, Sebald describes Michael Hamburger as being simply “a writer,” and yet the fact is that he was a distinguished poet and memoirist, too; and perhaps best known as a translator of German into English (of Sebald himself, in time, not long after that author’s death). Sebald’s omission paradoxically draws attention to what he would elide. If the story about the model of the Temple may be taken as a metaphor for our tragic relationship to the past, for the inevitable failure of our attempts to preserve or rescue or re-create what is no longer present, the fraught elision of Hamburger’s career as a translator gestures starkly to the “Hebrew” way with respect to literature in particular: to the futility of translation, indeed of any kind of writing that seeks to “carry across”—which is what the word translate means—an original into a new material, a new mode, a new time.

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W.G. Sebald, "Auf ungeheuer dünnem Eis." Gespräche 1971 bis 2001, ed. Torsten Hoffmann, Frankfurt/M.: Fischer Taschenbuch Verlag, 2011, p. 77: "Ich hasse [...] den deutschen Nachkriegsroman wie die Pest." Ironically, Sebald received the Heinrich-Böll-Preis in 1997. Book Genre: 20th Century, British Literature, Cultural, Essays, European Literature, Fiction, German Literature, Germany, Literary Fiction, Literature, Novels, Travel, Writing Sebald, W. G. (1973). The Revival of myth: a study of Alfred Döblin's novels. British Library EThOS (Ph.D) . Retrieved 4 March 2016.

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Lynne Sharon Schwartz (ed.), The Emergence of Memory: Conversations with W.G. Sebald, New York, NY/London/Melbourne/Toronto 2007, p. 162. The book is full of strange matter: Sebald records, for example, a 19th-century scientific proposal to turn the phosphorescence of dead herring into a means of urban illumination. But as it proceeds the simple recitation of numbers marks, as it were, a bass line of factual horror: "the Kozara campaign against Tito's partisans . . . in the course of which between sixty and ninety thousand people were killed in so-called acts of war"; "in some parts of the Congo, the indigenous peoples were all but eradicated . . . Every year from 1890 to 1900, an estimated five hundred thousand of these nameless victims . . . lost their lives"; "the Taiping rebellion . . . more than twenty million died in just fifteen years"; and so on. In Sebald's hyperbolic, though all too matter-of-fact, elaboration on Browne's theme, a single English county turns out to contain an inconceivable world of devastation.