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FREE READER ☆ DOC Dublinesca ↠ ENRIQUE VILA-MATAS ✓ ❰PDF / Epub❯ ★ Dublinesca Author Enrique Vila-Matas – Dublinesue opens with a renowned and retired literary publisher’s dream he finds himself in Dublin a city he’s never visited and the mood is full of passion and despUe Vila Matas traces a journey that connects the worlds of Joyce and Beckett and all they symbolize great literature and evidence of the difficulties faced by literary authors publishers and good readers their struggle to survive in a society where literature is losing influence I just wrote a lot of a review but then it deleted my review which is very annoying To be honest I typed something incorrectly and then the window closed so I can't blame GoodreadsTo sum up what I wrote before basically I liked the book for parts of it and it is very uoteable but it is very much about a totally selfish person's post retirement crisis It starts at various points to be about other things but the point of the book perhaps is that he is a totally selfish person who wants to think about big ideas but is really only thinking of himselfI liked a good deal of the book and it is easy to read and not very long And it makes you think of interesting things is this the end of the age of print Are we book lovers dying out What does the new generation of literature mean In the end though this is a sort of middle aged or older man's reasoning for believing that the world will be worse without his influence and then feeling unsure that his influence was great enough presumably to keep the world on course There are basically no women in this book only the wife a somewhat annoying character whom the main character Riba essentially ignores and an attractive woman who is the daughter of the South African ambassador to Ireland Riba measures his sexual prowesshow old he is against how much she seems receptive to sleeping with him It would be better if there were actually genuinely no women in the book The best part of the book were the meditations on whether he even knows who he is any because he has gotten so buried by his catalogue ie the books he has published see uote below p105 It is a pertinent uestion for all of us we were someone and then we decided to become something a journalist teacher publisher whatever and then we lose the realness of ourselves at that point or it become buried in the achievements of the something rather than realness of the someone That is very resonant with me and this is done better in this book than anywhere I have read in the past although the uote indicates I should read BlanchotI also want to record the part that annoyed me most At the very end of the book he ends up at a funeral for a young person who he has seen around the city Dublin at various points but never spoken to Nonetheless because he looks like a new Beckett Riba believes that this could be the author that he as a publisher has always sought to discover So he is at the funeral for this person and compares it to the funeral for the end of the age of print that he set up He observes at a brief moment that this funeral is tragic than his funeral Then he thinks maybe not And I got very annoyed partly for specific reasons I have lost a young personfriend recently and it seemed tragic and partly for general reasons But that debate around whether the individual or the meta is tragic is basically fine with me What annoyed me is when he decides to turn it around and make it about himself it is tragic because it is his failure as a publisher to find a great author and it is the death of the author etc So this books is not really about whether the death of an individual or an era is tragic; it is about whether this specific character's pathetic ness is tragic than any of it I guess I think not I don't know if I would read another book by this writer I would rather read another Javier Marias book Nonetheless it's very very uotable FAVOURITE UOTES He has a remarkable tendency to read his life as a literary text interpreting it with the distortions befitting the compulsive reader he's been for so many years 4Maybe he loves her so madly because she is someone he will never know everything about 26Really coffee was devised as a way of concentrating better on the internet he thinks 47nothing tells us where we are and each moment is a place we have never been in 54He believes that if talent is demanded of a literary publisher or a writer it must also be demanded of a reader Because we mustn't deceive ourselves on the journey of reading we often travel through difficult terrains to understand the other and to approach a language distinct from the one of our daily tyrannies 62What logic is there between things None really We're the ones who look for links between one segment of our lives and another But this attempt to give form to that which has none to give form to chaos is something only good writers know how to do successfully 92It's just as true that when it gets dark we all need someone as it is that when dawn breaks we always need to remember that we still have some goal in life New York fulfills all the reuirements for being a real driving force for staying in the world 99For years now he's led his life through his catalogue And in fact he now finds it very hard to know who he really is And above all what's even harder to know who he really might have been Who was the man who was there before he began publishing Where is this person who gradually became hidden behind the brilliant catalogue and the systematic identification with the most interesting voices contained within it Now some words of Maurice Blanchot spring to mind words he's known well for a long time 'Would writing be to become in the book legible for everyone and indecipherable for oneself' 105It ocurs to him that if he had to choose an auspicious image for the new rhythms his life is moving to he would choose that one the sudden agile leap of the poet philosopher who raises himself above the weight of the world showing that with all his gravity he has the secret of lightness and that what many consider to be the vitality of the times noisy aggressive revving and roaring belongs to the realm of death like a cemetery for rusty old cars 117After all life is an enjoyable and serious journey round the most diverse funerals 159They don't seem aware that all life is a process of demolition and that the hardest blows await them 176They don't realise that the apocalyptic is now but it was already there back in the mists of time and will still be there when we have gone The apocalyptic is a very informal man or a feeling which doesn't deserve so much respect The important thing is not that the print age is foundering The really serious thing is that I am foundering 232The death of Malachy Moore ends up seeming like a much serious event than the end of the Gutenberg era and the end of the world The loss of the author The great Western problem Or not Or simply the loss of a young man with round glasses and a mackintosh A great misfortune in any case for the inner life of life and also for all those who still desire to use the word subjectively to strain and str

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Dublinesue opens with a renowned and retired literary publisher’s dream he finds himself in Dublin a city he’s never visited and the mood is full of passion and despair Afterwards he's obsessed with the dream and brings three of the writers he published on a trip to the same Down stucco sidestreets Where light is pewter And afternoon mist Brings lights on in shops Above race guides and rosaries A funeral passes So goes the first verse of Philip Larkin's Dublinesue a poem set in Dublin in the early years of the 20th century The images Larkin uses evoke perfectly the Dublin of Leopold Bloom from James Joyce's Ulysses The poem therefore provides a very apt title for Enriue Vila Matas's reuiem for the age of print in which he nominates Joyce's writing as the pinnacle of literary achievement of the entire Gutenberg age Joyce himself would probably have proposed Shakespeare It was this idea of a tribute to the era of print as the world moves further into the digital age that attracted me to Vila Matas's Dublinesue As ebooks become and widely read I'm concerned like many others about the future of paper and ink publishing and I'm hoping that there will always be incentives for publishers to continue printing uality writing However Vila Matas doesn't address the challenge of how to preserve paper and ink publishing in this book Instead his main character ex publisher Samuel Riba is so certain of the passing of the age of print that he decides to hold a funeral service to mark it in the very cemetery where on the 16th of June 1904 Leopold Bloom attended Paddy Dignam's funeral in Ulysses This is just one of the many parallels that emerge as the reader makes his way along with Riba and three co mourners just as Bloom did to Glasnevin cemetery on Bloomsday over a hundred years later In fact Vila Matas cites Ulysses at such length and with such freuency that Dublinesue becomes an elaborate homage to Joyce's book interspersed with nods to Samuel Beckett Philip Larkin and many other famous literary names It is all very clever and the first half worked really well for me especially as I too was visiting Dublin and found myself at Finnegan's pub in Dalkey where one of the scenes in Dublinesue takes place The second half of the book I found less interesting; perhaps it went on just a bit too long even though the entire book is scarcely a third as long as Ulysses itself For me one of the main merits of Dublinesue was the inspiration to pick up Ulysses again and tackle it properly the first time I picked it up I stopped half way through I had small children then and not much uiet time to read Now I've read it again but this time I've appreciated it a lot Maybe that's an age thing or maybe Riba had prepared the ground for me One thing I'm sure of however Riba doesn't stand a chance against Leopold Bloom and Stephen Dedalus in the character stakes; he's but a pale shade in comparison But perhaps that is exactly what Vila Matas was trying to do summon Bloom's ghostor at the very least the man in the macintosh

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DublinescaCemetery where Paddy Dignam was buried in James Joyce’s Ulysses where they hold a funeral for The Gutenberg Age And then he notices that he’s being shadowed by a mysterious man who looks exactly like Samuel BeckettIn this witty and poignant novel perhaps his finest yet Enri the funeral march has begun and it is futile for those of us who remain loyal to the printed page to protest and rage in the midst of our despair samuel riba dublinesue's depressive and narcissistic protagonist stumbles upon this and other similarly prophetic sentiments in an online article proclaiming the death of print and the ensuing disappearance of literary authors in the early pages of dublinesue dublinesca enriue vila matas's most recent novel to be translated into english we learn of riba's fearful and forlorn attitude as regards the future of literary publishing he dreams of the day when the spell of the best seller will be broken making way for the reappearance of the talented reader and for the terms of the moral contract between author and audience to be reconsidered he dreams of the day when literary publishers can breathe again those who live for an active reader for a reader open enough to buy a book and allow a conscience radically different from his own to appear in his mind he believes that if talent is demanded of a literary publisher or a writer it must also be demanded of a reader because we mustn't deceive ourselves on the journey of reading we often travel through difficult terrains that demand a capacity for intelligent emotion a desire to understand the other and to approach a language distinct from the one of our daily tyrannies writers fail readers but it also happens the other way around and readers fail writers when all they ask of them is confirmation that the world is how they see it once a successful publisher of important works and great authors riba has since closed his barcelona based publishing house and finds he has little to look forward to in either his personal or professional affairs approaching his sixtieth birthday he despairs his increasingly solitary milieu marked as much by his failing marriage and tenuous abstention from alcohol as by his constant lamenting over his lost career intrigued by the concept of the hikikomori a phenomenon prevalent in japan characterized by individuals usually male whom have chosen for themselves a life of extraordinary isolation and social withdrawal perhaps as an explanation for his own existential malaise riba's own life begins to resemble that of an awkward outcast marked by an internet addiction that consumes as many as fourteen hours in a single dayafter recalling a strange striking dream he'd had in the hospital when he fell seriously ill two years ago riba decides to set about planning a trip to dublin the impetuses for this excursion are many not the least of which is an opportunity to stage a funeral for the age of print and the golden age of gutenberg the date riba sets for this reuiem is none other then june 16 the very day on which james joyce set his ulysses and commemorated annually as bloomsday with plan in place riba enlists the company of three writer friends to join him and his venture in the irish capital vila matas as in his other works already translated from the spanish crafted dublinesue in a meta fictional semi autobiographical fashion forever fascinated by the nature of enigmatic authors vila matas works into the narrative references to authors both living and dead including julien grac fernando pessoa robert walser georges perec paul auster john banville brendan behan italo calvino rodrigo fresán and his late friend roberto bolaño dublinesue is also in part an homage to both joyce and his fellow countryman samuel beckett both of whom loom large in the plot structure and thematic essence of the story itself riba's wife celia a museum employee and recent convert to buddhism shares her name with the title character's lover in beckett's murphy as well the rocking chair in which riba spends much of his time in dublinesue's final section is an allusion to the same piece of furniture in which beckett's murphy whiles away many of his days a character resembling a young beckett makes several mysterious appearances and leads riba to seek out his identity in hopes of perhaps discovering that this fellow is the unknown genius writer for whom riba has been searching for his entire career while in dublin riba delves into a beckett biography by james knowlson presumably damned to fame shortly after remembering the surprise of reading a novel that featured a character who's a real personriba's fascination with and seemingly extensive knowledge of ulysses figures prominently into the story as well riba makes repeated mention of the modernist novel's sixth chapter hades wherein leopold bloom and others attend a funeral for paddy dignam it is during the funeral scene that bloom encounters the mysterious macintoshed character much as riba espies the young beckettian man during his reuiem for the golden age of gutenberg vila matas was himself one of the founding members of the order of finnegans la orden del finnegans a society comprised of a small number of other spanish writers with the sole purpose of venerating james joyce’s ulyssesriba's remarkable tendency to read his life as a literary text is worked playfully throughout the novel especially given vila matas's decision to employ the joycean and beckettian allusions that shape the narrative in which riba lives dublinesue the philip larkin poem from which the novel draws its name about a prostitute's passing funeral is but another example of the way vila matas incorporates actual literature into his dirge of the forsaken art riba perhaps resulting from his compulsive need to bring the imagery and incidents of that formative dream or premonition into reality begins to wonder whether his own life has come to resemble not merely a work of fiction but the entirety of literature's arcing curve itself from great heights to pitiable ruination only he no one else knows that on the one hand it's true there are those serious slight discomforts with their monotonous sound similar to rain occupying the bitterest side of his days and on the other the tiny great events his private promenade for example along the lengths of the bridge linking the almost excessive world of joyce with beckett's laconic one and which in the end is the main trajectory as brilliant as it is depressing of the great literature of recent decades the one that goes from the richness of one irishman to the deliberate poverty of the other; from gutenberg to google; from the existence of the sacred joyce to the somber era of the disappearance of god beckett while riba laments the passing of the print age with its celebration of and devotion to the duality of the writerreader relationship he like the era for whic