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Sult ❮PDF / Epub❯ ☁ Sult ✍ Author Knut Hamsun – Ünlü Norveçli yazar Knut Hamsun bu ilk romanında hayata direnmeye kararlı genç bir yazarı anlatıyor Yoksulluk sefalet ve açlık bu romanda cehennemi bir durumun inşa taşlarıdırlar Hamsun Ünlü Norveçli yazar Knut Hamsun bu ilk romanında hayata direnmeye kararlı genç bir yazarı anlatıyor Yoksulluk sefalet ve açlık bu romanda cehennemi bir durumun inşa taşlarıdırlar Hamsun gerçekçi edebiyatın eleştiri geleneğinden uzak durup dış dünyanın belirleyici şartlarını veri olarak alır ve okuru anlatıcının iç dünyasına götürür Romanın baş kişisi hayal ile gerçekliğin sınırının silinip açlık ile cinsellik dürtüsünün yer değiştirip durduğu bir durumun içine hapsolmuştur Genç yazar hayat ile bu şartlar altında bir tür oyun oynar Dürüstlüğün ahlaki ölçülerin ve yer yer ciddiyetin kaybolup gittiği bir varoluş oyunudur buAçlık Varoluşun sınırında.

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  1. s.penkevich s.penkevich says:

    I often catch myself staring rather lovingly in fact at my bookshelves Each shelf is swelling nearly to the point of overflowing with books each authors collection seemingly positioned at random yet somehow the location of each work holds some secret form of order that is beyond even me I'll caress each spine with my eyes occasionally running a finger down it to feel a spark of retrospection and for a moment recall the times when I held a particular book during the course of absorbing it I can often relate any major event in my life to the particular novel I was reading at the time and vice versa making my bookshelf an eternal tangled web of my past Perhaps this is why I never got into the electronic readers I can understand their versatility and convenience but there is a strange power felt while just holding a nice edition of a novel in your hands especially after time has passed and you pick it back up just to feel its weight in your palms Plus I greatly enjoy scavenging through used book stores for old hardcovers and often traverse several stores before reading a novel I know I'll love just to be sure I have the edition that best suits me One day I hope to have my own personal library; in my mind it looks much like the one from Beauty and the Beast a la Disney but less cartoonish Maybe it is an obsession but literature fills a special place in my heart It should seeing as I owe a large sum of money back for furthering my education of itOn the topic of obsession comes Hamsun's first novel Hunger published in 1890 As my eyes scanned each novel I had read in 2011 they stopped here and acknowledged this as my personal favorite novel I had read this past year This book is a monumental achievement of psychological literature as it is a powerful examination of human consciousness Hunger is a novel of a starving artist meant in the most literal sense possible who puts up with extreme hardship and hunger suffering all for the pure sake of putting pen to paper The reader is immersed in the nameless narrators consciousness following him down the chilly streets of Christiana as he barely hangs on by a thread in pursuit of the next burst of genius to sell for small change in order to continue on The reader is trapped in this unraveling mind floating on his rantings and ravings that Hamsun details with elouent precision and watches as his moods shift and swing to and fro like a hinged door in a hellish hurricane I read this novel in a matter of two days it is one that simply cannot be put down I would set it aside and feel its pull begging me to transport myself back into the narrator and suffer his trials and tribulations with him Although I read it perched on the side of a pool my feet in the clear water and basking in the exuisit Michigan summer sun I could not feel at ease as Hamsun projected the mania onto me I felt much as the narrator felt being drawn inside of him He writes The dark had captured my brain and gave me not an instant of peace What if I myself became dissolved into the dark turned into it? The novel moves in several parts each taking place a few weeks after the previous and pitting the narrator in his most extreme moments of desperation It will become uickly apparent that this narrator is no fool however and is in fact uite brilliant This brilliant mind weaves pages of lustrous prose and cutting insight to the world and people around him yet we see him loose control and throw into a fit of anger and delirium and experience the occasional aberration of reality It proposed the dilema has he gone mad from hunger or is he hungry because he has gone mad? Hamsun offers evidence to either side yet leaves it up to you to draw conclusions Hamsun intentionally conceives him out of contradictions much like his hero Johan Nagel of his excellent sopho novel Mysteries showing him as brash but tender kind yet callous pathetic yet brave He often comes into money but gives it all away to someone else while overcome with manic passions and seems to care little about his own lamentable conditions as if it were all some sort of game to him He prays and speaks to God trusting in his design yet doubts his existence at the same time This attention to the psychology of a frenzied contradictory lead role has brought many comparions of Hamsun to Fyodor Dostoyevsky and his character Raskolnikov from Crime and Punishment This is an apt comparison although I felt Hamsun's narrator and the Underground man from Notes From Underground were kindred spirits This book could practically be a preuel to that novel of Dostoyevsky's This novel is one of Hamsun's most personal as it draws heavily from his own life experiences As Robert Bly's afterword describes Hamsun spent most of his young life working hard labor for menial pay and became very much an introvert from the lack of his peers whom he could converse about 'higher ideas' with He spend much of this time hungry and exceedingly poor and would go into fits of writing lofty incantations yet in the yellow morning would see these pages as nothing but stanzas of gibberish and tear them up and toss the scraps into the street if you caught the lifting of Ginsberg there one thousand cool points are awarded to you That's my favorite part Perhaps Hamsun felt he was loosing grip on reality much like his narrator I read an essay of Hamsun once that said he was a wanderer often moving to new places to get inspiration for novels and write in seclusion and that he was highly popular with the female folk The narrator seems an extension of Hamsun in this regard as it is hinted that he is not a native of Chrisiana and has all across the map and that even in his wretched state of malnutrition causing his ragged clothes to hang off him and his hair to fall out he is still able to attract the affections of a local lady Hunger is not a novel you will ever forget It sprouts deep roots within your heart and mind and will follow your thoughts wherever you go If you are a first time reader of the great Nobel laureate Knut Hamsun this is a perfect introduction Although I don't like to give such a one sided depiction of a novel this is one that I cannot find anything negative for to say Upon completion I declared that some day I will teach this novel it is that good and there is enough material for countless discussions This was my favorite novel that I read in 2011 and I hope you read it It would be a damn shame not to55How can you resist that mustache?

  2. Ahmad Sharabiani Ahmad Sharabiani says:

    813 From 1001 Books Sult Hunger Knut HamsunHunger is a novel by the Norwegian author Knut Hamsun published in 1890 Parts of it had been published anonymously in the Danish magazine Ny Jord in 1888 The novel has been hailed as the literary opening of the 20th century and an outstanding example of modern psychology driven literature Hunger portrays the irrationality of the human mind in an intriguing and sometimes humorous mannerWritten after Hamsun's return from an ill fated tour of America Hunger is loosely based on the author's own impoverished life before his breakthrough in 1890 Set in late 19th century Kristiania now Oslo the novel recounts the adventures of a starving young man whose sense of reality is giving way to a delusionary existence on the darker side of a modern metropolisتاریخ نخستین خوانش روز بیست و هشتم دسامبر سال 2010میلادیعنوان گرسنه؛ نویسنده کنوت هامسون؛ نگاه ادبیات، عنوانهای ترجمه‌ های فارسی «گرسنگی»؛ یا «گرسنه»؛ مترجمها جنابان آقایان غلامعلی سیار، سیدحبیب گوهری‌راد، و احمد گلشیرینویسنده همین کتاب، بیست و دو ساله بودند، که وطن خویش «نروژ» را ترک گفتند، و به آمریکای شمالی رفتند؛ ایشان از سال 1883میلادی به بعد، نویسندگی را حرفه خویش برگزیدند، و به تدریج آثارشان را منتشر کردند؛ انتشار رمان روانکاوانه و نیمه خود زندگینامه ی «گرسنه»؛ در سال 1890میلادی، شهرت «هامسون» را به اوج رساند؛ برخی «فرانتس کافکا» را در نوشتن داستان کوتاه «هنرمند گرسنه»، متأثر از همین رمان میدانند؛ در سال 1920میلادی، «هامسون» برنده ی جایزه نوبل در ادبیات شدند، که البته نگارش رمان حماسی «میوه‌ های زمین»، نقش بسیاری برای دریافت آن جایزه داشت، ایشان در سال 1952میلادی، در سن 93سالگی، زندگی را بدرود گفتند؛ «توماس مان» ایشان را از نسل «فئودور داستایوسکی»، و «نیچه» میدانستند؛ «هامسون» در ادبیات روانکاوانه، همراه با تکنیکهای جریان ناخودآگاه، و تک گویی درونی، که بعدها در آثار «جیمز جویس»، «مارسل پروست»، و «ویرجینیا وولف»، ظاهر شدند، پیشگام بوده استتاریخ بهنگام رسانی 01091399هجری خورشیدی؛ ا شربیانی

  3. Stephen Stephen says:

    Discombobulatedfrenzieddistractedramblingand oh so BRILLIANT Knut Hamsun's fevered stream of consciousness classic is something special Unwaveringly in the now this novel's every word felt as if it had fallen from the narrator's mind unfiltered unrestrained and unreflected upon Wow was this something The unnamed narrator with his exaggerated and unjustified notions of his own superiority reminded me a lot of Raskolnikov from Crime and Punishment while the disjointed style and unreliable perspective was a subtle cross between Faulkner's The Sound and the Fury and Salinger's Catcher in the Rye Despite its commonalities with other great works Hunger through its unrelenting unapologetic look at a life unraveling due to poverty and physical decay is a singular work all its own I was enthralled In brief the story follows the wanderings of a starving writer as he navigates the streets the City of Kristiania aka Oslo Norway He is destitute and his body and mental faculties are failing from lack of food Yet despite having no employment no lodging much of the time no food most of the time and absolutely no money our protagonist feels himself vastly superior to all those with whom he mingles His intellect and his skills as a writer earmark him for greatness and it is only the whims of fate and the enmity of God that have held him back from his rightful place Thus a talented but overly self entitled man struggles with his lack of success and his want of the necessities of life as he slowly descends into malnutrition induced madness The above doesn't even scratch the surface of this story but it gives you a decent hopefully roadmap of the tale to follow And what a tale it is Not a fictional biography or a period piece but an amazingly authentic or so it felt psychological portrait of the suffering artist The story of genius twisted by delusion and crippled by hunger and depravation It is also a tale of massive unrestrained Ego because like Raskolnikov before him most of what befalls our main character is the result of his own irrational refusal to acknowledge his lack of superiority For example at one point when hunger has started to transform his visage into something heretofore unrecognized our protagonist responds to his predicament as follows The devil only knew why you had to be turned into a veritable freak just because of hunger I experienced rage once its final flare up a spasmHere I was with a head on my shoulders without its eual in the whole country and with a pair of fists by golly that could grind the town porter to fine dust and yet I was turning into a freak from hunger right here in the city of Kristiania Yet the idea of begging or even asking for help is anathema to him He needs no help he will accept no charity Well I hope that ego tastes yummy my good man because that self importance is going to be a costly mealEven when his circumstances become so dire that he begins to lie cheat and steal to obtain nourishment and lodging our man still manages to hold himself out as something singular for not having perpetrated worse actions Rotten Patches were beginning to appear in my inner being black spongy growths that were spreading and And God sat in his heaven keeping a watchful eye on me making sure that my destruction took place according to all the rules of the game slowly and steadily with no letup But in the pit of hell the devils were raising their hackles in fury because it was taking me such a long time to commit a cardinal sin an unforgivable sin for which God in his righteousness had to cast me down God plotting against him Satan awed by his retraint in the face of such trials and the world too stupid to recognize his worth This psychological profile is fascinating stuff As maudlin and depressing as the subject matter sounds Hamsun to his enormous credit keeps the story from ever succumbing to bleakness Part of this is because our narrator remains optimistic and convinced that his plight will resolve itself to his advantage and part of this is because our narrator will not admit to weakness even inside his own head Thus we get casual statements like My hunger was getting rather bad I felt faint and threw up a bit here and there on the sly Full stopopen mouthbulge eyes When I read that I was stunned For the hunger caused deterioration to have reached the point where our narrator was constantly vomiting and for him to describe it in such a matter of fact tone completely free of color commentary That struck me and actually increased the impact of the protagonist's situation on me Well done Mr Hamsun Surprisingly the story also has many moments of genuine humor Our main character is so maddened by his privation that he sees conspiracies and persecutions wherever he goes many of which are explained in hyperbole that comes across as very amusing Only the combined effort of the world and the heavenly host are able to effectively work to thwart our man's achieving recognition and money for his work Have I mentioned Raskolnikov yet?I really enjoyed myself reading this It's not a light read It reuires effort from the reader to maintain connection to the narrative that jumps from one thought to the next like an amorous rabbit on ginseng but it's worth it A wonderfully prosed engrossing anatomy of a talented but reality impaired individual spinning out of control as a result of the debilitating hunger and the concomitant mental and physical deterioration that accompanies it The introduction to the Penguin edition I read stated that this book is considered the birth of 20th century literature despite being published in 1890 I can see why Finally I want to give a big heartfelt thank you to The wise and most noble Sir Penkevich without whom I probably would not have come across this amazing story I owe you one 40 to 45 stars HIGHEST POSSIBLE RECOMMENDATION

  4. Dolors Dolors says:

    What is it that differentiates dignity from stubbornness? Moral rectitude from pride?Attitude Intention MotivationKnut Hamsun’s autobiographical novella explores the tenuous line that separates the iron will from the almost obsession of an aspiring writer who refuses to give way to the silent pressure of a dehumanized society that insists on nullifying his efforts to earn his living through his writingThe protagonist is a nameless narrator who seldom raises sympathy from an estranged reader because he seems to be the source of all his misery and keeps on refusing help that is not merited by what he considers honest means – in his standards composing high uality articlesSuch apparently scrupulous moral values collide violently with the fastidious nature of this dubious individual He is vengeful arrogant and self righteous; a narcissist a masochist who grovels in self pity one moment and is inexplicably ecstatic the next spurred by his unappreciated worthiness as an artist of the word Is it delusion or outstanding genius that rules his erratic actions?Presented in four fragmented chapters the dramatic spectrum of Knut’s setting contrasts with the acerbic humor displayed by the unattractive narrator and there is a cyclical pattern in the manifestations of both shown always in the same order jocularity that go hand in hand with relative economic stability at the beginning of each section and a galloping downfall towards uttermost penury that almost ends by the protagonist’s death from prolonged periods of starvation to close each partKristiana the Norwegian city opens and closes the story and remains the impassible spectator of the tribulations of this individual and the silent prosecutor of his fate echoing authors like Rodenbach Camus or Kafka who depicted alienation amidst an indifferent society using the modernistic hues of symbolism surrealism and existentialist doctrinesAt the end of the last chapter the reader has followed the histrionic ups and downs of a man who has stopped being ashamed of his poverty a man who has suffered a subtle but ongoing transformation and defeated his physical needs his craving for acceptance and social recognition He always arrives late the clock mocks him but he tries and tries and tries again almost in Sisyphean effort Extreme hunger hasn’t killed him cold and permanent dampness hasn’t frozen his spirit repeated rejection hasn’t diminished his self esteem Contrarily the extremity of his degradation has given free rein to his creative drive and the hunger to write the lust to compose is what has kept him alive what has finally set him freeI stare at the cover illustration of my edition Edvard Munch’s “Anxiety” and ponder about the real horrors of existence It might be better to embrace loneliness as one of the predominant states in human nature than to sell one’s soul for the superficial acceptance of the faceless multitude that silently marches off towards the comfortable palace of invisibility But is it?

  5. Kalliope Kalliope says:

    I did not feel anything while reading this novelWell this is not strictly true What I mean is that I felt no pity no compassion no sorrow no empathy while following the struggles the penuries the poverty the deprivation the hunger of the nameless protagonist My feelings were not of the humanitarian type but of the literaryI was astonished at the literary proposal Hamsun had written in what was still the nineteenth century The ‘flâneur’ existence of the narrator made me think of Baudelaire but this is no gentleman who idly strolls an urban landscape Hamsun’s man is certainly urban; he is a writer a journalist really But he is prey to an anxiety and to his own excruciating self examination His poverty places him on the opposite side of dandy But he is very modern too; just another epitome of modernity The author’s ability to develop this character in all his plight without making me feel any commiseration for the stroller astounded me Very different writing from a nineteenth century naturalist depiction of poverty to provoke the reader's or viewer's emotionsRather I felt admiration for this man who is in a continuous and desperate need of nourishment manages however to keep his spirits up and who when encountering any little surprise or sparkle is even capable of feeling exhilaration uickly forgetting that he is in dire straits The absence of social analysis or criticism and the character’s moral dignity distances him from any portrayal as a victim There is humour too and this has the effect of letting tension dissolve but only at intervals before it builds up again And as this anonymous person also has inclination to web lies around his existence to no purpose just to avoid anyone getting too close to him – whether this is another fictional character or the reader he remains elusiveNo I could not feel pity for himThe hunger he feels seems part of his nature for even when he manages to swallow some food his body cannot take it and he vomits it and expels it out of his system Feeling hungry is not something that happens to him but is his mode of existenceThat is until he gets tired of this and leavesAnd I am left in literary perplexityI used the edition translated by Sverre Lyngstad He has also included an essay on the Translation issues as well as a comparative table of terms in this edition This is the one I would recommend

  6. Lynne King Lynne King says:

    Last night the “fog” finally left me as effortlessly as it had arrived seven months ago My mourning period was now officially over although the good memories would be firmly entrenched forever in my mind as well as the sad ones I shed my widow’s weeds Also the tears surprisingly enough poured for the first time in ages I certainly do not have a weak character I had been in the doldrums and was not progressing nor “turning the page” Knut showed me via “Hunger” Norwegian “Sult” that one has to continue with life regardless; forget hunger forget the dark shadows the periods of feeling sorry for oneself just survive continue on regardless whatever happens for life has given you another chance and another adventure to pursue So grab it and forge with speed into the sunlight I’m sure as I look down the valley to the backdrop of my beloved Pyrenean mountain range and the Pic d’Ani that they would agree wholeheartedly with me as would my husband JohnI do believe in serendipity as well as destiny and I do believe that I was meant to read this book I had read Steve’s and Rakhi’s reviews a while back but to me they were purely excellent reviews as so many are on Goodreads But then suddenly another review appeared and it affected me for some singular reason Perhaps I had to read it?Upon reading the first paragraph I was hooked and ready for this wonderful literary journey It was during the time I wondered about and starved in Christiania; Christiania singular city from which no man departs without carrying away the traces of his sojourn there And did that indeed prove to be the caseThis book is such a mixed bag of philosophical and multi faceted reveries vagaries and ideas Our unnamed narrator why would an author want to leave a narrator without a name? I’ve never understood that runs the gamut of every conceivable emotion Anger aversion courage dejection desire despair fear hate hope love sadness MB Arnold 1996The average individual with a good job will never know about hunger Imagine going without food for two or three days because there’s no money to purchase even a loaf of bread and finally drinking water which causes the individual to retchImagine even when on your uppers as in the case of our author you are so convinced of your literary aspirations that you persevere regardless even though you have nowhere to live as there’s no money to pay the rent; finally losing the one pencil you own and so thus being unable to write an article for “Commodore” the narrator’s lifeline for survivalImagine feeling desire and lust for a woman when your clothes are in rags but nevertheless wanting to pursue it through to the utter endImagine feeling so frustrated with yourself that you succumb to anger and hold inner conflicting arguments and discussions and even wonder if you are becoming insaneImagine crawling back to a lodging house even though the thought humiliates you when the pregnant landlady has already thrown you out for not paying your rentImagine lying so that people will still think that you are working and finally imagine being so convinced of your own writing ability that you continue and continue but when finally Well that is for you the reader to find outThere are so many excellent sections in here in which to uote but if I did that I would indeed be uoting the entire book However I have to add the followingThere is an amazing section when “Commodore” who has accepted articlesessays from the narrator in the past who upon seeing the latter staggering due to lack of food gives him half a sovereign He’s certainly clever and that’s for sure as he knows that a good article will eventually be forthcoming from our narratorThe humility of our narrator upon this act I was left standing on the pavement gazing after him I wept uietly and silently “I never saw the like” I said to myself “He gave me half a sovereign” I walked back and placed myself where he had stood imitated all his movements held the half sovereign up to my moistened eyes inspected it on both side and began to swear – to swear at the top of my voice that there was no manner of doubt that what I held in my hand was a half sovereign When I came across “Ylajali” I assumed in ignorance this was the name of the woman who the narrator was facing and for whom he felt such desire I stand and gaze into her eyes and hit on the spur of the moment on a name which I have never heard before — a name with a gliding nervous sound — Ylajali I was fascinated by this name It appeared to be so exotic but with a Yiddish ring to it I researched into it and found The name is not only a symbolic substitute for the desired woman It is also a symbol of desire itself – considered in the Lacanian sense of a drive sustained by lack sliding from element to element in the chain of symbolic substitutes and which can never be fulfilled without losing its character of being desire Y la ja liAlthough “Hunger” proved to be a sensation upon publication many individuals objected to him Firstly Knut Hamsun was an unknown uantity and was a true scion of the best old peasant stock Through the impressions of his childhood and early youth he became affiliated with the volatile race of Nordland a people as alien from the heavier inland peasant as if they lived on different continents The fishermen who play with death for the wealth of the sea and depend for their livelihood on the caprices of nature do not easily harden into traditional moulds Childish and improvident witty and sentimental often fond of the melodramatic simple and yet shrewd superstitious but brave beyond all praise the native of Nordland is a type unlike every other Norwegian Wherever he may roam he will yearn for the wonderland of his youthas from the nature of Nordland with its alternations of melting loveliness and stark gloom that he drew his poetic inspiration During his second stay in America between 1886 and 1888 he worked as a navvy and for nine months as a tramconductor in Chicago He was known for his habit of reading Aristotle and Euripides between stops He was very poor and weathered the deep winter of Chicago by wearing newspaper under his clothes; his colleagues liked to touch him to make him crackleOur author was a true wanderer throughout his life and perhaps probably due to this he learned humility and all those other good aspects that make up our lives as human beingsI really admire this author and am so delighted that I’ve read this remarkable book For me there’s something special about Norwegian authors that manages to touch my psyche Is it the weather that brings such incredible richness to these Norwegian works? I really don’t know Purely one of the wonders of our life on this remarkable planet Earth I guessAnd finally my special thanks to Will for helping me out of the “fog”

  7. Seemita Seemita says:

    A review of this book from my pen is akin to injustice After all what do I know of hunger? Something that loses its meaning with a hop to the kitchen? A need that vanishes with the stair climbing to the canteen? A routine that knocks every four hours only to be dispatched back to its den with a pouring of necessary and unnecessary stuff? A fuel that is available at an arm’s length? A six lettered word that assumes greater importance in symbolic garb than its bare attire?I have been fortunate This beast has not imprisoned me beyond few days But on those very few days I have met him On those few religious days when I have been compelled to meet him I have met him On those unannounced stranded days when a morsel had been a long meeting away I have met him In the eyes; stark and dark And he runs havoc He gnaws with his sharp paws and he shrieks in his piercing voice he snaps my nervous tranuilities and he slaps my organ’s functionalities he throws vile liuids up my throat and he shovels my ideals out of the windowProbably that is why I could fathom the emotions running hysterically amok within the unnamed protagonist of this novel who had only one enemy hunger A writer who likes diving into the inky seas of politics drama poetry and recitation on the bed of teeming blank pages finds his resources maliciously blackened under the noxious cloud of prolonged hunger He chews on stale bread and sueezes into abandoned spaces but the beast finds him there He bites into meatless bones and clutches his stomach under pungent blankets but the beast turns up again To appease the beast he devours coarse pieces of wood mouths half of his shirt’s pockets and licks his own blood but the beast pounds on his doors again and again and again; without rest without pause in harrowing ferocity in towering intimidation It is as if a score of diminutive gnome like insects set their heads on one side and gnawed for a little then laid their heads on the other side and gnawed a little then lay uite still for a moment’s space and then began afresh boring noiselessly in and without any haste and left empty spaces everywhere after them as they went on However despite this unbearable burden of abject poverty and indeterminate survival he releases episodes into his life that brings one of the foremost teachings of my father rushing to my mind My baba as I address him maintained that one can live without food for days without peace for hours and without air for minutes but one cannot live without dignity and self respect for even a secondHaving subjected it to numerous tests with nil fallacy I am assured of the accuracy of this lesson and hence the sight of our protagonist preserving his self respect at the cost of handing his inhumanly underfed body a sentence of further abjuration left a restorative smile on my face He keeps his skin of honesty wrapped tight to his resilient heart despite the shrinking and eventual shedding of external clothing in lieu of a token crumb to humour the raging beast And almost logically but irregularly the beast accepts taming when the halo from that resilient heart assumes indomitable magnificence blind folding it in layers of goodness humour affection companionship and praise for the creatorThe breadth of this work expands in multidimensional plains of psychology and multifarious schemas of sociology effecting an amalgamation of astounding inferences that can be picked at every small juncture of the alleys running in human psyche; I cannot credit Hamsun enough for his surgical precision in uncovering the human mind and segregating his nervous dynamics keeping the black and white in their birth colors diluting none and awarding credit for the role each one playsHamsun was considered to be often skewed towards an asocial vision alienating tendencies and isolated ways of life But perhaps it is essential to understand the asocial knot to thread the social yarn; much like the shadows retreating behind opaue patches for the sunshine to melt and clear the vision I do not wish the fate of our protagonist to anyone But if you stumble upon one exhibit some chivalry sensitivity and measured humour – the proven sedatives for the beast

  8. Manny Manny says:

    Started reading the original Norwegian edition today I'm fluent in Swedish but don't really know Norwegian though I have read maybe half a dozen Norwegian books Comparing with English it's rather like reading something in broad Scots dialect that's been written down phonetically Iain Banks fans will be able to relateSo far it's pretty good but I'm only 15 pages into it I come down the main staircase of the hotel At reception Zenit the lovely Indian Swedish girl is on duty again I pause and talk with her My train isn't until the afternoon Will it be alright if I sit in the restaurant until it's time to leave? She says it's fine I feel grateful she is always very kind She says that she and her boyfriend are looking for a skiing trip Maybe they will go to Grenoble I say I have been there but only in the summer It's a nice town I don't understand why I am telling her this She wants to know what the skiing is like She says she won't keep me I was on my way to get breakfast She's clearly giving me the brush off It hasn't happened beforeAt breakfast the waitress asks what I want I only take the continental buffet I think at first that all the bread has gone but then I find some under a cloth The toaster hardly even warms it up As usual the dial is turned to minimum I don't dare change the setting so I run the bread twice; it's still underdone I sit down and eat it together with a small bowl of muesli The view from the window is beautiful and I watch the tide flowing out in the bay An elderly couple is walking along the beach together with their dog The dog is wearing a red coat It scampers round them in the wet sand I go back to my room and pack up my things then come back down to reception Zenit gives me the bill and I hand her my Visa card I fold up the bill and put it away Then I notice that it is the hotel's copy She doesn't want to embarrass me so she keeps my copy instead without saying anything I go back to the restaurant with my bags I think I will take out my laptop and work until lunchtimeI have things I should be doing but I log on to GoodReads instead I'm spending far too much time there No one has commented on my review of Charlie and the Great Glass Elevator It wasn't really very funny The mail I sent to the woman who recommended the Hamsun book has bounced She has disconnected her account I hardly knew her but I feel disuieted by this I am too restless to work so I decide to post a review of Christer Kihlman's Dyre Prins As soon as I have done so I wonder whether it was a good idea Maybe I shouldn't have said that I had been moved by the scene with the prostitute People may think that I patronise prostitutes too I tell myself that this is ridiculous but I keep thinking about it It seems even worse though to edit the reviewI suddenly notice that it is nearly one o'clock They are evidently not going to open the restaurant for lunch I should have understood that I consider going into Newuay and finding a place to eat but it's too complicated During the off season nearly everything will be closed I write a few mails and chat with some GoodReads friends Then I go back to reception for the third time Zenit is still there She looks surprised and asks if I have missed my train I suddenly feel anxious Maybe I got the time wrong? But no it is not due for another three uarters of an hour I ask if she can call a taxi She does so I say goodbye and go out to wait for itThe taxi driver explains why there are no RyanAir flights at the moment The Newuay airport authorities refused to give the airline a guarantee that the repairs would be finished within three weeks so RyanAir withdrew flights until the beginning of March Now they are threatening to sue since the airport was clearly at fault I am grateful to the driver for explaining this and give him a large tip He doesn't understand why I have done it but seems happyOn the train I take out Hamsun again I try to read but I am unable to concentrate The difference between Swedish and Norwegian is larger than I had remembered and I often have to guess words Sometimes there is a whole sentence that makes no sense I would like to write a witty GoodReads review but I can't come up with any ideas I decide that I will just describe what happened to me todayThank God I've now changed trains and this new one has food The cheese bacon and pickle sandwich I purchased from Café Express was a bit disgusting but I wolfed it down together with a mango smoothy £470 well spentHm Hamsun is as everyone said rather good and it's pleasant to see that my Norwegian is coming back by leaps and bounds Why was I feeling so negative earlier?Not really knowing Norwegian the way I read the book is to imagine it being read aloud then listen to it as though it were heavily accented Swedish This is now working very well In fact almost too well the virtually audible first person account is uite painful and I can't read than a few pages without needing to take a pause But I feel I'm getting the genuine Hamsun experience at any rateI am still wondering why I don't find it at all funny Jessica T whose opinion I respect assures me that she finds black humor here There are things that I see I could find amusing under slightly different circumstances but I just don't experience them that way Everything seems unutterably grim and painful I was so relieved when the narrator got ten kronor for his newspaper pieceEither my Norwegian still hasn't come back enough possible or I am for some reason too close to the subject matter There was indeed a period of two or three days when I was a student and had somehow contrived through bad planning to run out of both food and money It was unpleasant and somewhat Hamsunesue but it didn't last very long and happened than 30 years ago So I wouldn't have thought I'd still be scarred by this experience StrangeFinally got back to this book after an extended vacation reading other stuff now about two thirds of the way through OK I agree with Jessica it is uite funny I think the tone has changed somewhat since the first part Though my altered perspective may be due to the fact that my eyeear is now pretty much attuned to the language which it wasn't at the start Will have to go back to the beginning when I've finished and see if I view it differentlyFinished It's a pretty scary book He spares himself and the reader nothing try as I would I couldn't detach myself from him his humiliation and descent into madness He is completely at the mercy of the world Most of the time he's hungry and desperate and that's pretty much all he's feeling But when he gets drunk that takes him over too and during the episode with Ylajali he's eually overcome by her I realized that when I was about 15 and seriously into chess I had in fact met someone rather a lot like him He sometimes visited my chess club; he was the son of an English aristocrat but was only interested in playing chess and had been disinherited He was in his late 20s was painfully thin and always wore exactly the same clothes jeans and a check shirt I thought he was kind of glamorous because he'd played in international events he hadn't done at all well He said he couldn't concentrate properly in a chess club because it was too noisy and asked if I'd like to come back to his place He told me he'd play without watching the board and would kill me I was intriguedI turned up at the address he'd given me He had a single room in a nasty part of town The place was filthy and almost bare except for an unmade bed a table and a chair or two I vividly remember a half empty bottle of milk standing in one corner; it was thick with mold and looked as though it had been there at least a month We played a game; he gave me the white pieces as well as not looking at the board I had read up a variation in the King's Indian Defense and it became clear that he didn't know the theory at all I won easily but felt disappointed I'd rather have been amazed by his erratic talent I googled him just now and find nothing at all after 1974 about a year or so after I played him I fear the worst But Knut Hamsun clearly survived and went on to win the Nobel Prize It's hard to see how given that Hunger is supposed to be mostly based on true events and it's even harder to see how he became a huge supporter of the Nazis Life is very strange

  9. Rakhi Dalal Rakhi Dalal says:

    This powerful work of writing by Knut Hamsun clearly lets you think what the state of ‘hunger’ can do to a human being Yes by ‘hunger’ the author does really refer to the state of starvation in the absence of food This idea of ‘hunger’ which looks like just another figure when it makes its appearance in one’s view in the form of some statistics something which the well to do people cannot even imagine about is the essential sketch of this extremely thought provoking work by HamsunTelling us about a young writer who isn’t making much in terms of money the author exceptionally explains what ‘hunger’ can do even to the mind of a well educated person The struggle of the young writer while going on without bread for days at a stretch is displayed here in a bone chilling manner Sometimes it drives the poor soul into delirium He plunges into imagining things and events talking to himself inventing new words or furiously trying to work over a new idea for a story or a piece of writing so as to be able to sell it to a newspaper to earn some crones Sometimes when overpowered by hunger he also tries to frighten people and to mock them This gives him an outlet and a momentarily refuge from the agonizing pain inside Though he soon recovers his senses and reproaches himself for doing such thingsHe keeps looking for a job but doesn’t succeed One by one he pawns every thing that belongs to him to get some crones for food till at last he is just left with a blanket and the clothes that he wears everyday His struggle makes something inside you break You feel a sense of anger growing inside for not being able to help that feeble slowly decaying person More so when he is wet from sleeping on a bench and extremely cold But what really fills you with anxiety is that the poor man though almost broke plunging into the state of hunger every now and then and never once sleeping on a full stomach still exhibits a strong moral character He perhaps because of pride doesn’t tell anyone about his state of condition Once when he is given some exchange money accidentally by a shopkeeper the weight of those coins in his pocket keep weighing upon his conscience Till at last he gives that money to a cake seller voluntarily and goes penniless again It makes you anxious What was he trying to prove? Can anyone imagine parting from the last meagre sum of money when one is already hungry for some 3 4 days and literally dying of starvation? Would I ever do the same if I ever was in same condition? Sitting comfortably in my chair surrounded by material things which provide a sense of security I will perhaps answer ‘yes’ But what if otherwise? It is too dreadful even to imagine thatHere the author succeeded in shaking me hard and let me to think what this feeling of ‘hunger’ could do to poor illiterate persons? People who haven’t got the faculty of thinking and whose conscience doesn’t bother them? Wouldn’t it make thieves murderers and vilest creatures out of them? Thinking such led me to ponder upon another form of ‘hunger’ a ‘hunger’ of acknowledgement of empathy of the feeling of being understood and loved and cared for What if this necessity to be understood by someone to be able to talk to someone and to express one’s innermost feelings is suppressed by the pressure of earning a living by the load of expectations of people around by the every day’s struggle to assert an existence in the world? What all can happen then? Perhaps it can lead to a state of insanity or perhaps the person intoxicated by the fever of these pressures; succumb to one moment’s whim hence by turning into a vile character Aren’t a large number of crimes that we witness somehow a result of this ‘hunger’? Towards the end even our virtuous hero succumb to unbearable hunger and harasses the same cake seller for some cakes which he could eat and thus satisfy his hunger His salvation comes in the end when he gets a job at a ship which is about to sail soonDoes the author gives hope toward the end or does he place a big uestion mark before us? I would let you to ponder upon that But it is definitely not one easy read It engrossed me into reading it in single sitting and didn't let me even budge or take my eyes off awhile Its style reminded me of Dostoevsky’s “Crime and Punishment” and hence made a lasting impression upon me Highly recommended

  10. JimZ JimZ says:

    5 stars for me I wasn’t prepared for this I remember a GR friend’s positive review of the book so I decided to read it I read it in one sitting I was mesmerized The writing — it is unbelievably good Crisp sharp proseThe author is Norwegian This was the first novel he got published and he was 31 at the time 1890 He had had an earlier novella rejected by a publishing house at the age of 20 After the rejection he then went to a famous Norwegian author for perhaps supportencouragement Bjornstjerne Bjornson who after reading the novella advised him to become an actor During the 11 year interval between his first rejection as a writer and publication of his first novel he worked as a physical laborer in both his home country Norway and in the United States two separate trips During this period he experienced real raw hunger When I was reading this novel I was literally seeing the young man as far as I can tell his name was not stated once in the novel slowly dying of starvation his hair falling out hollow cheeks feeling dizzy when looking down onto the street and for a good part of the time sleeping in cheap boarding houses or out in the elements He would occasionally meet people and sometimes they would give him a little money and it helped stave off his hunger at timesbut one time he threw the food right up — his body was so spent he could not keep food down And all this time he was writing and occasionally just occasionally getting small pieces of work accepted by the local newspaper editor But not enough to get out of his state of chronic hunger I should also say that a surprise to me was the unexpected ending told on the last page of the book I didn’t see it comingIn the inside cover of the book jacket is this description of the protagonist and I can’t describe it better than whoever wrote this “The physical privations he undergoes are always secondary to the internal psychology of a man whose faculties are slipping beyond control Black depression alternates with fantastic mirth clear reasonableness is suddenly replaced by hallucinations lassitude by spurts of energy morbid sensitivity by arrogance and pride” At times I was not sure what the protagonist was saying regarding an event or a character was real or whether they were hallucinations because to me he was losing it ie his sanity as the novel progressed Notes • It was first published in the UK in 1899 Leonard Smithers and Co and in the US a full 21 years later Knopf• • Admirers of his craft were many including Thomas Mann HG Wells Ernest Hemingway and Isaac Bashevis Singer who write the Introduction to the edition I read Farrar Straus Giroux • This is a multi page “summary” of Hamsun’s lifethe good the bad and the uglyie the bad ugly Hamsun and his relationship with the Nazis during WWIIhe actually had a face to face meeting with Hitler in 1943 and his wife was imprisoned for her support of the Nazi occupation of Norway during WWIIHamsun was charged with treason although there is no evidence he was an anti Semite • From a blog site

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