- Capa comum: 535 páginas
- Editora: Vintage Books; Edição: Reprint (1 de outubro de 1996)
- Idioma: Inglês
- ISBN-10: 0679735879
- ISBN-13: 978-0679735878
- Dimensões do produto: 13,2 x 2,8 x 20,2 cm
- Peso de envio: 363 g
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The Unconsoled (Inglês) Capa Comum – 30 set 1996
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"A work of great interest and originality.... Ishiguro has mapped out an aesthetic territory that is all his own...frankly fantastic [and] fiercer and funnier than before."--"The New Yorker
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The book is absolutely brilliant. It is quite dense, but also comical. I finished it about one month ago and it is still fresh in my mind. The whole story is absurd. But then I realized that our society is even worse.
I have been reading some articles/reviews about the book. There are quite of few of theories. This is not a book about answers, but questions. “The Unconsoled” is so multidimensional that is very likely that readers interpreted in a way that is not conforming to Ishiguro’s intent. I hope you enjoy it.
I found this very fluent account of the narrator's struggle to become orientated in a nameless town in possibly Germany to be compulsive reading. It is partly about memory loss and it recalled to me Karinthy's Metropole,where a professor of linguistics ends up in a bustling modern city in central Europe in which nobody speaks any of the languages he knows. In The Unconsoled Mr Ryder, Ishiguro's narrator-hero, is met with extreme politeness by hotel staff, but frustratingly he fails to get exact clarification of his mission. He is scheduled to address an audience in a small town where Mr Brodsky, a reformed alcoholic pianist has returned to perform some classical studies. Everyone in the town knows of Mr Ryder's reputation and initially at least he receives nothing but generous plaudits wherever he goes. The reader, however, begins to doubt his sanity, since he fails to arrive for vital consultations and is easily persuaded to take on tasks for others - such as hearing Stephan, his host's son, practice. What is almost a sub-plot involves Ryder in trying to make sense of the broken relationship between Leo Brodsky and Miss Collins. Complications multiply when we learn that Ryder's parents are arriving to hear their son's performance - pianistic or simply as Brodsky's front man. Ultimately there is some doubt as to whether the Ryders senior have arrived or indeed whether they even exist within the book's time frame.
The Unconsoled is a challenging book that deliberately frustrates its reader's expectations. Dozens of unanswered questions are raised, many remaining unsolved at the end. Readers who like a tight plot and a tidy conclusion are unlikely to finish the book. For those who stay with it the book has many treasures and a great deal of humour - seemingly not aroused in Ryder, who incidentally has not only no parents, no wife, no son, and no first name. In place of a wife and family he becomes attached like a father to Boris, a charmingly unco-operative boy and to Sophie, the boy's mother, a caring but frustrated picker-up of pieces dropped by her two male dependants, Ryder and Boris.
At times the book has the feel of a Lewis Carrol wonderland. Conversations mainly narrated via Ryder lead to further hints of past events; the interior becomes exterior; the unlikely is accepted as fact - when Ryder meets his old car and goes back in time to childhood for example. Some readers insist that the novel is surreal and many sequences do indeed have the floating quality of dream. We feel, Ryder feels, that we've been here before and there are deja vues galore. Those who seek a tidy plot should be warned that in The Unconsoled there are time breaks and time bends in this gallimaufry plunge into consciousness.
I do, however, immensely admire Ishiguro as a writer with a singular brilliance at capturing the enigmatic. In that, he can be compared to the greatest writers in English. He does not write novels which have easy explanations. Rather, he addresses the aspects of life that can't be explained.
"The Unconsoled" does have a storyline, and a central character, a renowned concert pianist named Ryder, who somehow finds himself in a city at once strange and familiar, peopled with figures from his past, ruled by rituals he half-understands, split by fierce rivalries that he gropes to decipher.
It appears that he is being asked to give the performance of a lifetime in a short while. But the day lengthens as the hour of the concert approaches, and Ryder moves through a world that is sometimes countryside, sometimes cityscape, associating with strangers who seem to know him, including a woman who seems to be his wife and a boy who seems to be his own child, and hearing about tumultuous events which are never explained.
Many readers, unable to bear a novel with so many uncertainties, give up in frustration, and you will see that fully half of the reviews here are four stars or less.
Among the highest praise given this novel came from Anita Brookner: 'Almost certainly a masterpiece.' That 'almost certainly' is amusing, a bit of insurance in case the critic is making a fool of herself.
What is the book about? Is it the landscape of a man's unconscious mind? Is it about psychological disintegration? Is it actually a metaphor for Life itself, with a capital L?
I have no hesitation in recommending this book very highly to all readers. Give it a go, see if you think it's a masterpiece, or 'impenetrable,' as one reviewer has decided. You may find, as I did, that this novel is one of the easiest to read, and most difficult to explain, of all 20th Century novels in English. But I hope you will also find that it is deeply rewarding.