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By Peter Handke
A contemporary MASTER’S WRY AND unique tackle HISTORY’S BEST-KNOWN LOVER In Don Juan, Peter Handke deals his tackle the well-known seducer. Don Juan’s story—“his personal version”—is filtered during the cognizance of an nameless narrator, a failed innkeeper and chef, into whose solitude Don Juan bursts someday. On on a daily basis of the week that follows, Don Juan describes the adventures he skilled on that very same day every week previous. The adventures are erotic, yet Handke’s Don Juan is extra pursued than pursuer. What makes his bills riveting are the impressive evocations of locations and folks, and the character of his narration. this can be, particularly, a booklet approximately storytelling and its skill to burst the normal limitations of time and area. during this short and wry quantity, Handke conjures photographs and depicts the subtleties of human interplay with an unforgettable vividness. alongside the way in which, he deals a pointy remark on many beneficial properties of latest existence.
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Landed on the still quivering shaft, which then continued to quiver. In actuality the lance was just a hazel branch, slightly pointed at the tip, such as you could cut for yourself anywhere in the forests around Port-Royal. That boy fleeing years ago from the local constabulary had not even noticed me. Unseeing, his pupils bleached white in his fiery red face like those of a poached fish, he had thudded past me, the child observing the scene (if it was a powerful thudding, it was with his last reserves).
On Monday, exactly a week ago”—and already the images came rushing in, the images of the entire day, unbidden. These images from that day precisely a week earlier came to life, presented themselves as they had not presented themselves at the time, took their places, lined up quietly, without the hoopla of self-conscious remembering, without making a show of reaching into the past, without affecting a resonant voice. If it had a rhythm, then it was that of an orderly progression free of hasty interruptions, with matters small and large weighted equally, nothing large anymore, but also nothing small.
Such beautiful eyes, and without any effort she made the most beautiful eyes at him with those beautiful eyes. And Don Juan’s startled response was by no means alarmed. It was a sudden yet quiet awakening after a sleep lasting many years, or, more precisely, being in a daze. Quiet: because the constant murmur of his interior monologue suddenly ceased. His forehead seemed to open up. Yet at first he still felt racked by confusion. —out of the hall. The decision had been made at once, however. There was no going back.