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Free doc Ï reader Esti Kornél ✓ 9780811218436 ß dogsalonbristol Ý ❮BOOKS❯ ✷ Esti Kornél ✭ Author Dezső Kosztolányi – Crazy funny and gorgeously dark Kornél Esti sets into rollicking action a series of adventures about a man and hisCrazy funny and gorgeously dark Kornél Esti sets into rollicking action a series of adventures about a man and his wicked dopplegänger who breathes every forbidden idea of his childhood into his ear and then reappea For the rest of 2012 I'm just going to uote this book instead of having conversations

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E decides to strike out on its own cuts a disreputable swath through the world and then sends home to you all its unpaid bills and ruined maidens And then What if you and your alter ego decide to write a book together Originally published in 1936 this is the seminal work of a famous Hungarian writer I was drawn to the book by its alluring description Crazy funny and gorgeously dark Kornél Esti sets into rollicking action a series of adventures about a man and his wicked dopplegänger who breathes every forbidden idea of his childhood into his ear and then reappears decades laterSadly I was disappointed Great introduction but the book uickly degenerated into a series of what I found to be uneven short stories The longer they were the less interesting they became Were author Dezso Kosztolanyi still alive I would suggest the sage acronym of KISS which is ironic given than one of the stories are about kisses

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Esti KornélRs decades laterPart Gogol part Chekhov and all brilliance Kosztolányi in his final book serves up his most magical radical and intoxicating work Here is a novel which inuires What if your id loyally keeping your nam Flabbergasted I stared at these nightmare figures who had certainly either in my imagination or in real life at one time lived and breathed and were now black and dead and cold like glowing embers after they've cooled died down and crumbled to ash I didn't know them They however knew me and recognized me Some I told them to go and see Kornel At that they smiled Asked for a personal description of him And at that they derisively pointed at me They asked for his address There I couldn't really help them My friend was most of the time traveling abroad sleeping on aircraft stopping here and there for a day or two and to the best of my knowledge had never yet registered with the police Kornel Esti certainly existed but he was no legal entity So however innocent I know myself to be of all these terrible crimes the case against me didn't look good For Kornel's sake I didn't expose myself to the unpleasantness of confrontation I had taken upon myself all his debts his tricks his dishonesty as if I were responsible for them allAlthough Dezso Kosztolanyi's triumph Kornel Esti was written in 1933 it feels contemporary and fresh with a perfect balance of style and imagination as anything you might read in McSweeney's or the New Yorker Kornel Esti is a collection of vignettes touching comical and surreal based on the idea that we all have two lives the one we live and the one we want to live And if you're artist do you experience life as art or do you sacrifice that in order to be an artist Throughout the fragments of the narrator's life which is stolid and uiet he invents his alter ego Kornel Esti who he allows to do all the things he can't When he is young Kornel encourages and seduces him to do things that he is not supposed to do With the aplomb of a true imp he encouraged me to say dirty words one after another to watch girls getting changed through cracks in cubicles in the summer and to pester them during class with my improper desires; he made me smoke my first cigarette and drink my first glass of palinka; he gave me a taste for the pleasures of the flesh gluttony and fornication And as he goes through life the warring factions of his consciousness good vs not so good flesh out into a truly uniue character When he is an adult and confronted with a weeping widow who knows of his written works he tells her I am not a good man Esti protested inwardly I am a bad man Well not a bad man Just like anybody else The fact that I retain my old pure feelings only and exclusively for purposed of expression is a trick of the trade a piece of technical wizardry like that of the anatomist who can keep a heart or a section of brain tissue that hasn't had a feeling or thought for ages in formaldehyde for years and years Life had left me numb like it does everybody who reaches a certain ageDespite this confession he helps her Even after he helps her repeatedly she remains unhappy and he is driven to shake her with frustration realizing that he continued to help her out of some need of his own just as much as she wanted to to remain unhappy In another vignette he happens upon the greatest hotel in the world A hotel where everything is free he is serenaded to sleep by a chorus of male staff and awoken by a chorus of female staff and the hotel help resemble famous personalities like Schopenhauer and Edison In the end he forgets to pay his hotel bill and comes to the conclusion that to pay such a wonderful hotel for its services would be gross tactlessnessThese are the imaginings and rationalizations captured in these stories of a life never lived Or fully lived depending on how you look at it Within the stories of Kornel's life there is an ephemeral albeit honest tinge of loss and the improbable At times I couldn't help but think that Robert Coover must have a picture of Kosztolanyi hanging above his desk for inspiration Kosztolanyi's style is so erudite and so real the reader immediately knows that they are in the hands of a rare and gifted storytellerBecause he was also a poet the prose is precise and beautiful Like an expensive piece of clothing that we want but know we can't afford Kosztolanyi offers us the dreams and realities that we can walk through but never experience And he makes us wonder what our lives would be like if we all had a Kornel Esti The line between art and life has never been clear but sometimes it's better when it's not