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Hunger
by Knut Hamsun, translated by Robert Bly
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(1890) 1967 |
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240 |
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Farrar, Straus and Giroux |
Links:
Author bio
World & I article
New Yorker profile
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Synopsis
Not just another starving-artist story, Knut Hamsun's semi-autobiographical novel shows us what it really means to be hungry.
Review
"All of this happened while I was walking around starving in Christiania..." remembers the anonymous protagonist of Knut Hamsun's masterpiece, Hunger. Despite the wry offhandedness of such an opening line, the fact is that he had been starving — brutally and for several months, to the point of losing his hair in tufts. Penniless and having no possessions but a blanket, a pencil and paper, and the clothes on his back, Hunger's narrator seems to peel away, layer by layer — creeping along the edge of sanity, and, many times, peering over it.
To live, he must write. Write what? Nearly anything — a short story, a philosophical treatise, a play — so long as it is salable. He commits volumes of ideas to paper, scribbling incessantly wherever he can find a suitable place to sit: on benches, on the floor of a tenement house, beneath a streetlamp at night. It is no accident that we are never allowed to read what is written. The focus remains on the labor, the material, the bread to be bought. All we have are important-sounding title which give the whole business an air of mysterious potentiality: a newspaper article called "Crimes of the Future," a one-act entitled The Sign of the Cross.
Battling the severe physical and psychological stresses of starvation, the protagonist sells next to nothing and is propelled along a farcical narrative arc of lunatic coincidence and mishap. Hamsun, who won the Nobel Prize for literature in 1920, deftly traces the rapid, recursive loops of the narrator's feverish thinking — marching us into every dead end, reveling in the maddening impossibility of salvation. Yet so much conspiring against him, the narrator conveys a sense that he hungers to starve — to live without bread, sustained only by his own grand, original, and as yet unpublished thoughts. - Stephen Dougherty
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Synopsis
This visually lush tome represents the most comprehensive compilation of maverick Japanese photographer Nobuyoshi Araki's work from the past 40 years.
Review
Inarguably one of the most charismatic and controversial artists alive today, Nobuyoshi Araki captures his dreams, desires, and disappointments in photographs whose vibrant colors and fetishistic imagery have provoked equal levels of outrage and adoration. Every bit the mischievous character, Araki has done all he can to encourage criticism against his art, embracing his "dirty uncle" persona while defending the legitimacy of his work. This contradiction is evident in his photographs — some depict rope-bound women, masochistically dangling from the ceiling, while others capture the beauty of the surrounding world, documenting fragile flowers or the hustle of Tokyo streets.
For Araki, the camera has become another appendage, almost an extension of the artist's eye. He captures everything, accumulating a plethora of images whose composite impression leaves the viewer with a sense of kinship — a true glimpse into the artist's reality. Understanding the unique intimacy that comes with leafing through the pages of a book, Araki has produced a number of photographic volumes. Published to coincide with the Barbican's retrospective of Araki's work, Self, Life, Death is exceptional not only for its visual impact but also for its variety of written resources — from the first-ever English translations of Araki's writings to his interview with renowned curator Hans Ulrich Obrist.
The book's illustrated chronology of the artist's life perfectly embodies Araki's message — for him there is no distinction between art/life/self/other. He is there even in his portraits of friends, models, and lovers — symbolized by a plastic menagerie of dinosaurs, snakes, and lizards, who crawl upon breasts or slither up skirts. Araki's fearless ambition to embrace all aspects of human existence, continually illustrated in the images, recollections, and revelations of this book, has inspired generations of artists — past and future — to accept themselves as both creator and subject. - Allison Kave
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