Embers

Embers Originally published in and now rediscovered to international acclaim this taut and exquisitely structured novel by the Hungarian master Sandor Marai conjures the melancholy glamour of a decayin

  • Title: Embers
  • Author: Sándor Márai Carol Brown Janeway
  • ISBN: 9781400077748
  • Page: 448
  • Format: ebook
  • Originally published in 1942 and now rediscovered to international acclaim, this taut and exquisitely structured novel by the Hungarian master Sandor Marai conjures the melancholy glamour of a decaying empire and the disillusioned wisdom of its last heirs In a secluded woodland castle an old General prepares to receive a rare visitor, a man who was once his closest friendOriginally published in 1942 and now rediscovered to international acclaim, this taut and exquisitely structured novel by the Hungarian master Sandor Marai conjures the melancholy glamour of a decaying empire and the disillusioned wisdom of its last heirs In a secluded woodland castle an old General prepares to receive a rare visitor, a man who was once his closest friend but who he has not seen in forty one years Over the ensuing hours host and guest will fight a duel of words and silences, accusations and evasions They will exhume the memory of their friendship and that of the General s beautiful, long dead wife And they will return to the time the three of them last sat together following a hunt in the nearby forest a hunt in which no game was taken but during which something was lost forever Embers is a classic of modern European literature, a work whose poignant evocation of the past also seems like a prophetic glimpse into the moral abyss of the present

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    1. Sandor Marai was born in 1900 in the former Austrian-Hungarian Empire at a time when honor to one's country was of the upmost importance. A staunch anti-fascist following the rise of the iron curtain, Marai was forced to flee his homeland and lived out his remaining days in California. First published in 1942 and recovered with his other novels, Embers is fast becoming a modern classic. A throwback to a time when royalty living in isolated castles was a common practice in Europe, Embers reveals [...]

    2. Beautiful words that form sentences that makes one stop and think. A exquisitely written story, very descriptive, one can picture the scenes down to the minutest of detail. Friendship, the most expressive definition of a friendship between two men from different backgrounds that I have ever read. Betrayal, love, pride and at the last a definition of aging that is searing.I cannot say enough about the experience of reading this book except to say it is one that I will long remember and that I mus [...]

    3. My fingers were interlocked around my Baba’s arm and my head was resting on his shoulders. I was stealing a glimpse of his face every now and then, convinced that the lines of exhaustion were going to creep upto his tongue any moment, tendering me an apology to relieve him of our evening chatter for the day. However, my apprehensions were misplaced. The exhaustion stood defeated in the face of the radiance that slowly, ever so gradually, filled his visage, displacing the fatigue like a magic p [...]

    4. Embers is perfect. I just cannot find anything not to like about this book. It’s a kind of book I have never quite read before. It’s a simple novel but will definitely stay in my memory for a long time. To think that it sat there, gathering dust, in my bookshelves for more than 2 years. What a pity if I died without reading this flawlessly engrossing work. I only picked this because it is thin and seemed to me like a quick read. I was behind by 8 books in my 2011 Reading Challenge here in l [...]

    5. Embers is a tale of heart-breaking beauty. The kind of beauty which is not apparent right at the onset but which makes its omnipresence felt as you keep turning the pages and reach that state of involvement with the narrative, where you cannot wait to feast your eyes and senses on another delicately structured sentence. It lies in the pall of gloom cast by the shadow of some tragedy unspoken of, lurking in the dark, cobwebbed nooks and corners of a secluded castle, the relentless flow of time th [...]

    6. Embers presents some of the loveliest, most elegant writing I have encountered this year. At its core, however, it is an overlong ramble of a soliloquy that should have been reduced to a stunning short story. It's an easy enough read, full of the philosophical queries and conclusions of its aged General about the meaning of life, love, honor, killing, obligation, M-M friendship. But the guest is permitted only 5-8 lines. He can't get a word in edgewise. And Krisztina? She has no voice. I would l [...]

    7. “All that is left in the embers is ash, black ash, with the sheen of a mourning veil of watered silk.”“Embers” is the ideal title to summon up the melancholic decadence that soaks the pages of this intense but short novella. Candles burn until they are totally consumed by the flickering nature of their essence, as it happens with life when confronted with its impending mortality. Two old men, General Henrik and Kondrád, meet after forty years in a secluded castle in the heart of Hungary [...]

    8. “We will talk these things through once more, try to establish the truth and then go to our deaths, I in this house, you somewhere else…”My impression of Hungarian authors so far has been that they really know how to write dark and depressing gems. Embers is just that, and possibly the saddest and loneliest little book I’ve read in a while. What’s lonelier than an elderly recluse brooding for decades in an isolated castle? Familiar themes abound here: love, betrayal, regret. But it’s [...]

    9. Blah blah blah put on a puffed up high horse pedestal. I really hate this book. Pseudo "and this was happening cause that's how it happens" styling itself as meaning of shit you could read on a quote of the day site. I HATE books that think telling you this is the same as actually having any meaning. You don't get to just say it and tell me you said it, you awful book. Please, stop coming into my life if you are one of these books!Or it is a greeting card. The greeting card is to give to the spi [...]

    10. This was a powerful read that pulled my heart along with the narrator Henrik’s soul-searching dialogue (perhaps monologue is more appropriate) with his best friend and enemy Konrad whom he has not seen for forty-one years. The story is set in the 1900s in the Austro-Hungarian Empire.The speech evokes a past love triangle between the two and Henrik’s wife, long dead, and a murder attempt. Henrik chose to stay silent about the double betrayal and to live on stoically. Konrad chose to escape to [...]

    11. I just didn't get this one.This book is full of philosophical nonsense that fails to make an impact. The main character is an uninteresting aristocrat with a victim mentality. He spends the entire book finding new and clumsy ways to say, "Woe is me." The book is 213 pages long. It takes Sandor Marai 133 pages to pose his question, and another 70 pages to say that he doesn't need to hear the answer.The real failure of this book is that Marai creates the background of a few other characters who ar [...]

    12. How do you untie knots you cannot see, invisible ropes slung around you? Freudian landscapes of unconditional love sought by birthrate, unfound. Does one spend life seeking? But how does one ever know? Even if found is it right, will it disappear, leave, be taken? Or does one live a life only in forward motion? The perspective changes when one is elderly, looking back on perspectives with an old friend one hasn't seen in forty years.Within is a book of links and linkages, of the tryst o [...]

    13. L'ultimo duelloSiamo nel 1940, quando già divampa la Seconda Guerra Mondiale. Due uomini di 75 anni si fronteggiano nella sala del castello di uno di loro (il Generale). Sono ben 41 anni che i due non si vedono. Eppure erano intimi amici fin dall'adolescenza benché, o forse proprio perché, tanto diversi : uno ricco, razionale, militaresco; l'altro di famiglia non abbiente, di temperamento artistico, amante della musica.Perché dunque un così lungo periodo di voluto allontanamento ?Fra di lor [...]

    14. Do you also believe that what gives our lives their meaning is the passion that suddenly invades us heart, soul, and body, and burns in us forever, no matter what else happens in our lives? And that if we have experienced this much, then perhaps we haven’t lived in vain? Is passion so deep and terrible and magnificent and inhuman?Embers reads as a memoir with all the strength, verve, and emotions that a solitary perspective can bring. The incertitude of the narrator’s voice, the lack of defe [...]

    15. Let me begin by being frank: I’m full-blooded Hungarian and the daughter of a deceased, well-known Hungarian non-fiction author so I’m slightly biased toward Hungarian literature. Not too mention that Sandor Marai, the author of Embers, shares striking resemblances to my father (escaping from communism holds, fleeing first to Italy before ever touching the US, and death in 1989). Despite these blatant favoritism, Embers is a pure masterpiece and in realm with the classics.The reader is insta [...]

    16. 4,5 Sterne. Die letzten Dinge des LebensDie wichtigsten Fragen des Lebens beantwortet man letztendlich immer mit seinem ganzen Leben. S.121In einer kalten Winternacht am Kaminfeuer seines Jagdschlosses, 41 Jahre nach einem traumatischen Ereignis, will Henkrik offen gebliebene Fragen mit seinem ehemals besten Freund Konrad klären. Zwei Fragen lasten auf Henriks Seele, die ihm vermeintlich nur Konrad beantworten kannIm Verlauf eines reflektierenden Monologs erkennt Henrik, dass er sich diese Frag [...]

    17. In our modern age, I think we tend to glamorize the turn-of-the-century upper classes. It’s probably because of Art Nouveau and the Gibson Girl. I always imagine men dressed in their fashionable tweed suits with stiff collars and ladies in long, lacey skirts with big flouncy hats. And there’s always some garden party somewhere with lots of flowers.Funny thing though, authors who lived through this period don’t write about it that way. To them the period was filled with pretense, hypocrisy [...]

    18. “So he’s come back,” he said aloud, standing in the middle of the room. “Forty-one years and forty-three days later”.“ These words seemed suddenly to exhaust him, as if he had only just understood the enormousness of forty-one years and forty-three days. He swayed, then sat down in the leather armchair with its worn back. On the little table within reach of his hand was a little silver bell, which he rang…Oh my, a depressing but brilliant book. A tale of loss but so beautifully por [...]

    19. This book grew and accustomed itself to my senses as an oblong piece of grit would first irritate, then slowly become smoothly subsumed by the oyster surrounding it. The final result was just as beautiful and deceptively complex as a perfectly round pearl would be, a piece of wonderful simplicity with a surprisingly sordid history of formation. Fortunately, the world at large did not feel the need to wrest this slowly wrought jewel from its protective nest, unlike its more physically cohesive co [...]

    20. Come in. Come in, come in, my friend. And you are my friend, closer to me than any brother or sister, even though we have not seen nor spoken to each other in 41 years. It is brutally cold outside, but in here there is a fire, and very fine wine. The room is meticulously set as it was at that last meal, down to that third place setting, empty now. I have figured everything out, what happened then, and why you fled. And now I will tell you. An eavesdropper might wish for more dialogue between us, [...]

    21. I loved this little book. It is short, and I could have finished within a few days, but I wanted to linger over it. What I loved most of about this book is its deliberation. The author wanted to work out one very small but potent aspect of a life- friendship and its death-and he took his time unfolding the details and complexities of feeling. In a way, one could say that nothing really happens in this book, except memories and thoughts. And it is true, the first half of the book consists of the [...]

    22. Foi a primeira vez que li Sándor Márai, confesso que me aproximei do mesmo pelas análises que fui lendo no , mas também por surgir em várias listas relativas à crise existencial da meia-idade, fase em que de momento me encontro. O principal elemento que retiro desta leitura não é novo porque é um dos principais princípios do budismo, mas é no entanto sempre bom ir sendo relembrado deste: Tudo é Impermanente. Nada do que façamos ou nos façam, bom ou mau, dura para sempre.A narrativa [...]

    23. C'era qualcosa su cui non riuscivano a comprendersi. Eppure si amavano.1. Questo libro è scritto benissimo.2. Questo libro è strutturato benissimo.3. Alcuni passi e certe pagine raggiungono vette di poesia altissime.Ma:1. Questo libro è completamente raccontato, non presenta parti mostrate. Nemmeno nei romanzi più romantici del romanticismo c'è così poco show e così tanto tell.2. Più di metà del romanzo è un monologo.3. Per dire cose che si potevano dire in qualche riga, l'autore impie [...]

    24. E' difficile articolare a parole quello che questo libro ha provocato in me, le riflessioni che ne sono scaturite, le angosce che ha riportato in superficieE' un romanzo breve, brevissimo, ma 170 pagine possono bastare a turbare un'anima già turbata di suo, a fornire risposte che proprio adesso, in questo periodo e soprattutto in questi giorni stavo cercando. Risposte scomode alle quali ti rifiuti di credere ma che poi sei costretta ad accettare, a mani alte, arresa, perché a volte è inutile [...]

    25. ¿Es posible que una conversación entre dos personas, o mejor dicho, un monólogo que una de ellas le suelta a la otra sea interesante, intenso, y una de las mejores cosas que he leído en mi vida?Es posible.Sándor Márai nos cuenta una historia de amistad, de relaciones humanas, que con una simplicidad desarmante, adquiere tintes trágicos. Poco a poco, la tensión va en aumento, hasta dar la sensación de que aquello va a estallar en cualquier momento. Sin prisas, pero sin obstáculos ni sub [...]

    26. Poate cel mai emoționant roman despre prietenie citit de mine vreodată.Povestea e simplă: doi bărbaţi legaţi de o nemaiîntâlnită prietenie iubesc aceeaşi femeie, soţia unuia dintre ei. Un incident la vânătoare îi separă pentru patruzeci și unu de ani, răstimp în care furtuna incertitudinii faţă de cele petrecute atunci îi tulbură în mod diferit. Înainte de moarte se regăsesc şi lucrurile trebuie să se desluşească. Se vor reîntâlni în acelaşi decor în care, cu pa [...]

    27. "La luce delle candele si sta smorzando, tra i grandi alberi del giardino spira un vento che preannuncia l'alba. La stanza intorno ai due vecchi è quasi al buio".Ci sono anche io, in un angolo, il più remoto di quella stanza. E ci sono le braci, presenza intima e misteriosa, nel camino.Sono passati quarantuno anni dal giorno in cui Konrad se ne è andato improvvisamente. Henrik è rimasto. Ha atteso il suo ritorno. Doveva tornare. Non poteva fare diversamente.Quarantuno anni passati in solitud [...]

    28. Muy buena novela. Dos personas de edad avanzada se reencuentran después de cuarenta años. El motivo del distanciamiento es la clave de la novela. Marai modula con maestría el acercamiento al motivo que separó a estos amigos. Su procedimiento es simple pero talentoso, un poco histérico o seductor. Quizás la herencia cultural de su tiempo y lugar haya marcado ese manejo de lo reprimido, del olvido, de la toma de conciencia de inspiración freudiana. En cualquier caso, este libro es muy bueno [...]

    29. (4.5) This is quite the case study into how the questioning of reason can keep a person alive until that question is answered: forty-one years, memories as if they were from yesterday, holding on, never leaving, keeping that thought, those questions betwixt a myriad of synapses firing endlessly until the time comes to explode forth with this torrent of misery, of elation, flooding; at last, he can finally die.Many have given this a 'one' star based on the fact that Henrik, the main character, ru [...]

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