Seiobo There Below by László Krasznahorkai

By László Krasznahorkai

From the winner of the 2015 guy Booker foreign Prize

The most recent novel from “the modern Hungarian grasp of the apocalypse” (Susan Sontag)

Seiobo ― a jap goddess ― has a peach tree in her backyard that blossoms as soon as each 3 thousand years: its fruit brings immortality. In Seiobo There Below, we see her returning time and again to mortal geographical regions, looking for a glimpse of perfection. good looks, in Krasznahorkai’s new novel, displays, in spite of the fact that fleetingly, the sacred ― whether we're more often than not not able to undergo it. Seiobo indicates us an historical Buddha being restored; Perugino coping with his workshop; a jap Noh actor rehearsing; a enthusiast of Baroque tune lecturing a handful of previous villagers; travelers intruding into the rituals of Japan’s so much sacred shrine; a heron hunting.… Over those scenes and extra ― established via the Fibonacci series ― Seiobo hovers, staring at all of it.

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From the winner of the 2015 guy Booker overseas PrizeThe most up-to-date novel from “the modern Hungarian grasp of the apocalypse” (Susan Sontag) Seiobo ― a eastern goddess ― has a peach tree in her backyard that blossoms as soon as each 3 thousand years: its fruit brings immortality. In Seiobo There lower than, we see her returning repeatedly to mortal nation-states, looking for a glimpse of perfection.

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And he can't even explain to himself, as an atheist, why this idea of the transfer of human substance, this sacrament, should be so painful to him. He feels cold now as the sun goes down. The Old City seems to be closing down too: as the shopkeepers pack up, the bare electric light bulbs strung out along walls are beginning to shine bright. The sky above the courtyard is the colour of dark crustaceans, a pigment with a mineral content, elemental specks of colour not fully ground in. Tomorrow he will follow von Gottberg and Mendel along the Via Dolorosa to Golgotha to see where Christ died and the madness began.

And von Gottberg was almost exactly the age I am now. 2 MENDEL AND VON Gottberg are standing outside the boundary of the Dome of the Rock, which they know as the Mosque of Omar. The dome is gleaming. It is too bright for this climate, a great gold cupola high above Jerusalem winking and conducting heat and radiating it out over the Old City, like the RKO Radio Pictures trademark. The faithful are gathering for prayer and the muezzin are calling. It's a sound that stitches together the Muslim world, a defiant, plaintive, poetic call.

Mendel writes that he would have been glad to meet the Grand Mufti, if he were prepared to speak to Jews. Conrad cannot sleep. He lies pleasurably in the mean bed and thinks, tries to think, more measured thoughts about Francine. He understands her contempt for him. His grandmother's house in Cape Town had flypaper in the kitchen; many of the little shops in the Old City have it, hanging down over the strange cuts of meat or the sticky pastries. He remembers as a child waiting to see a fly landing on the paper: and this is how Francine sees him, waiting idly for some minor sensation, while she goes out on the world's business.

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