Bohumil Hrabal
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| Title | : | Too Loud a Solitude |
| Author | : | Bohumil Hrabal |
| Book Format | : | Paperback |
| Book Edition | : | Special Edition |
| Pages | : | Pages: 98 pages |
| Published | : | August 1st 2007 by Abacus (first published 1976) |
| Categories | : | Fiction. European Literature. Czech Literature. Novels. Literature. Classics. Writing. Books About Books |
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TOO LOUD A SOLITUDE is a tender and funny story of Haňťa - a man who has lived in a Czech police state - for 35 years, working as compactor of wastepaper and books. In the process of compacting, he has acquired an education so unwitting he can't quite tell which of his thoughts are his own and which come from his books. He has rescued many from jaws of hydraulic press and now his house is filled to the rooftops. Destroyer of the written word, he is also its perpetrator.
But when a new automatic press makes his job redundant there's only one thing he can do - go down with his ship.
This is an eccentric romp celebrating the indestructability- against censorship, political opression etc - of the written word.
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| Original Title: | Příliš hlučná samota |
| ISBN: | 0349102627 (ISBN13: 9780349102627) |
| Edition Language: | English |
| Characters: | Haňťa |
| Setting: | Prague (Praha)(Czech Republic) |
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Ratings: 4.06 From 14492 Users | 1654 ReviewsArticle Out Of Books Too Loud a Solitude
4.5/5I chose to read Bohumil Hrabals Too Loud a Solitude because I had loved Rabih Almeddines An Unnecessary Woman, and two of my Goodreads friends (thanks Dolors and Jibran) thought that if I liked that book, I surely would appreciate Hrabals short novel as well. As it turned out, they were both exactly right.Imagine opening up a book and finding these words spoken by Hanta, the protagonist, tucked inside the very first paragraph: My education has been so unwitting I cant quite tell which of my"For thirty-five years now I've been in wastepaper, and it's my love story."These words launched an ineffably beautiful story about one man's love for the world of books. I believe "Too Loud A Solitude" will speak to anyone who lives in words and cannot imagine a life apart from books. The narrator, Hanta, worked at a hydraulic press as a paper packer. He salvaged rare books from the piles of old papers condemned to being compacted. It was a dream job for its wide doorway to truth and beauty.
How to write about a book that deals with compression when I am reading it thanks to dispersed and ephemeral distinctions? For if Hrabal has written a magic and allegorical story of the character Hantá who dedicates his life to compressing large volumes of discarded books into still voluminous bales of paper, I am reading a story which as if by magic emerges section by section on my screen acquiring in this act an additional allegorical layer.For Hantá realizes that compression does away with
"Two things awe me most, the starry sky above me and the moral law within me." This line of Kant exists only to be skewered in this book's universe, in which the sky above is obscured by a mountain of books waiting to be pulped, and the moral law the instrument of a monstrous society which so efficiently and singlemindedly dedicates itself to erasing the printed word: entire editions fresh from the press, ancient classics, famous paintings. Hanta, the narrator, sets himself in opposition to
On a lazy summer day, at the age of 5, I made my first true friend. As I stared deeper into its face, I begged, pleaded my mother to let me be friends with this elegant thing. Even with a stubborn promise of practicing my cursive writing for an hour daily, it took my mother more than a week to be able to allow me to bring this new friendship in my life. Over the years, I have made several friends and have been at the receiving end of the love-hate relationship for decades. Some have chosen me
If a book has anything to say, it burns with a quiet laugh, because any book worth its salt points up and out of itself. As another author whose name escapes me right now : we all live in the gutter, but some of us look up at the stars. In a hole in the ground, in the old city of Prague lives a man named H'anta. All day long he struggles with mountains of discarded paper, pressing them into square boxes of pulp, fueled by gallons of beer and visions of saints and sinners, philosophers and
Hrabal was quite a man. He seems to have understood, and relished, life's absurdities and joys while criticizing societal failures with the nib of his pen. This work feels fresh enough to have been written today, and paradoxically has the feel of a book a century or two old. His mention, more than once, of the phrase "not until we're totally crushed do we show what we are made of" awakens the reader to the anguish in his "world of moral contradictions."Nearly every chapter starts with a
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