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    Free read à PDF, eBook or Kindle ePUB free ò William T. Vollmann William T. Vollmann ò 5 review Read & Download The Atlas Vollmann's Map of the World Can you descry what territory it describes? Cosmic loneliness May the Angel of Forgetfulness uickly cloud all of our eyes before we reach the other shore

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    Read & Download The Atlas E–pub/E–book (The Atlas) William T. Vollmann ò 5 review Ostensibly a series of tenuously connected short stories The Atlas reads like an assemblage of Vollmann's fractured recollections and imaginings from throughout his travels mingled and stewed together into a single stream of undifferentiated consciousness until the former are indistinguishable from the latter The influe

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Read & Download The Atlas

review The Atlas ä PDF, eBook or Kindle ePUB free And loss even as they celebrate the beauty of landscape the thrill of the alien the infinitely precious pain of love The Atlas brings to life a fascinating array of human beings an old Inuit walrus hunter urban aborigines in Sydney a crack addicted prostitute and even Vollmann himsel. from jungle trails river sides of the far north war torn streets bar alleys bullfights riding in cars buses and trains drinking and eating sex and traveling

Free read à PDF, eBook or Kindle ePUB free ò William T. VollmannThe Atlas

review The Atlas ä PDF, eBook or Kindle ePUB free Hailed by Newsday as the most unconventional and possibly the most exciting and imaginative novelist at work today William T Vollmann has also established himself as an intrepid journalist willing to go to the hottest spots on the planet Here he draws on these formidable talents to cr. THE ATLAS SHRUGGED I stumble into town just like a sacred cowVisions of swastikas in my head BowiePopHe said everything is messed up around here everything is banal and jejune CaveWays of Gazingbut evidently this is the nature of the world in which the authornarrator construct attempts to find himself in The Atlas while gazing at first world lakes and mountains and grass freebasing with pimps and whores galore and rescuing vulnerable third world womengirls in the name of lurve The style fluctuates from the mundane to a freuently inept parody of sub MFA pretension over description and underachievement Just when you think it s done it repeats itself like some in digestive re flux 26126no limit Trashing the AestheticVollmann manages to trash two favoured aesthetics in this compendium that of the encyclopaedia and the atlasHe strips the encyclopaedia of all significance eg a digest of diverse knowledge experience and insight and leaves us with a rump of maximalist offcuts and outtakes ie where it is enough that the work be big and fat unedited and undigested upsized and unappetising The reader is left to ask is this all there is Does it get any better than this Could he try a little harder or are we meant to be satisfied with his first draft Enough of the typing Where is the writing Where is the rewriting Whoops Vollmann has already moved on And on and onEually the atlas is just a wall label a peg upon which to hang Vollmann s one dimensional landscapes and self portraits from diverse locations around the world united only by their origin in the indulgent mind of the authornarrator construct seated comfortably numb at his Schreibtisch in some Californian study or studio bar fridge close by and ready to handTales of VollmannFor all the geographical diversity of this omnibus of disparable tales for all the worship of the mystery called motion ie travel the one unifying factor is that we see the world through the eyes of a contemporary narcissistic American journal keeper working away in darkness and in gloom convinced that every word he has typed about his latest vacation is not just a private record but is literature of the order of Hemingway Steinbeck andor Dos Passos He s self consciously trying to join a tradition for which if it won t welcome him he ll construct a substitute a balm for an army of followers who are seeking a source of differentiation from their antecedentsPungent Liuid IrrelevanciesPerhaps one of the women a lover a wife but here that is just somebody with whom he has had sex has the greatest insight into the narrator She protests his exhibitionist possessiveness or territorialism like a dog marking ownership by means of pungent liuid irrelevanciesThis captures how I ve increasingly begun to feel about Vollmann s writing He marks ownership and builds empires with his words The words the larger the books the greater the literary imperialism Occasionally there are moments of lonely desperate tenderness but even these can be and are interpreted as imperious or imperialist intimacy He s rarely managed to convince me of his sincerity or his authenticity It s all so faux His loving hands too often become the filthy love claws of possession As a lover he would scare the shit out of meNot in the Palm of Your HandVollmann asks a lot of the relationhip with the reader Freuently it s just too much There s too little payout for time spent too little return on investment It s like living with a junky artist or musician You come home each day to find something missing How much should we endure in order to experience a few occasional fleeting moments of beauty And it s not as if the other options lack beautyAfter a while the travelogueslide show becomes repetitive the colourful descriptors empty of effort meaning and elegance the scope of the project reveals itself as ambitious without necessarily being accomplished the presenter renders himself as just another ugly American sex tourist I see that you like Oriental women pretending to reveal his sensitive side If only Graham Greene could have lived long enough to invent or describe this character If only there was to this world and this life than pimps and johns and hangers on If only these Kawabata derived palm of the hand stories didn t try so hard or hard enough to define some new autoerotic norm some new jizz standardBut perhaps we should let the authornarrator construct speak for himself You will know soon enough whether he is your cup of verbal teaA SAMPLER OF VOLLMANN MAGIC AT ITS BESTMore Songs about Blue Crystal Skies Participular Trees and Brownish Greenish Grass Sno Country like Snow CountryIOnce life had beenAs mysteriousAs a Sierra lakeAt dawnThe sky was a ceilingOf blue crystal held upWith white pillars of birchCarpeted so richlyWith evening fernsPassing down the deep Brown railroad tiesThey reachedThe forest s endWet fields of pale greenWith trees between the rowsTrees as woolly As German participlesPale greenIIDead trees among the live onesLong blonde grassOn the knollsBetween the poolsThe ground was paleWith lichened tussocksThe atlas openedAs he enteredThat morningOf birdsIIIIn a field of gray pondsAnd grass haired waterHe sawThree little ducksThen the train was vibratingAcross a flatnessOf dark brownish greenish grassUnder a dark slate skyWith power towersMaking tall black skeletonsOf interlocking trianglesAnd a radio tower flashingLike lightning far awayUnder the night s thunderheadIVThey came into ChurchillWhere the land wasSpongy brown and greenWith so many indigo Swiss cheese holesWith flat olive colored treesAlong the river s bankOcher sand islandsSmall infreuent Patches of snowLike crusty flakes of drynessIn the soggy boggy groundAnd ahead the sharp Cracked white iceOf the bay forestWith patches of bogEaten out of themThe atlas closed He was in the snow country NowV From the long tunnelThe train pulled outAcross the borderInto the snow country VIThe snow country wasFor Kawabata s protagonistThe end of this worldAnd the beginningOf anotherThe country of pure mountainsOf sunset crystalWhich all tunnelsAre supposed to lead toThe zone of thatUncanny whitenessHymned by Poe and MelvilleThe pole of transcendenceVIILife lay outside the windows It throve onlyWhere the sunset s raysStruck snowdriftsEverywhere nowhere everywhereVIIIHe got off the trainIX What then XHis penis burst out of The crown of her skullThe bone of herSnowy like a birchShe screamedHe held herMore tightlyAnd kissed her How could he disturb Or disappoint her nowWhen she was comingXIAnd now he wanted to shoutWhat lesson am I to learnFrom these screamsXII This was the soul of it XIIIHe lay at the centerFrom which the worldRotated roundAnd round and roundXIVPresently the snowBegan to fallThe tussocks on the hillBecame white fairy mushroomsXV I m alive I m alive SOUNDTRACKDavid Bowie China Girl guitar Nile Rodgers I m feeling tragic like I m Marlon BrandoWhen I look at my China GirlI could pretend that nothing really meant too muchWhen I look at my China GirlI stumble into town just like a sacred cowVisions of swastikas in my headPlans for everyoneIts in the white of my eyesMy little china girlYou shouldn t mess with meI ll ruin everything you areI ll give you televisionI ll give you eyes of blueI ll give you a man who wants to rule the worldDavid Bowie China Girl Live on October 20 1996 at The Bridge School Benefit Reeves Gabrels on guitar and Gail Ann Dorsey on bassIggy Pop China Girl Live at the Olympia 1991From the DVD Iggy Pop Kiss My Blood Live at the Olympia 1991 A film by Tim Pope 2004 guitar Whitey KirstChina GirlhttpsbowiesongswordpresscomtagWILLIAM T VOLLMANN A CRITICAL COMPANION The Rainbow Stories 1989 The Ice Shirt 1990 Whores for Gloria 1991 Butterfly Stories A Novel 1993 The Atlas 1996 The Royal Family 2000 Rising Up and Rising Down 2003 Expelled from Eden A William T Vollmann Reader 2004 Europe Central 2005 Riding Toward Everywhere 2008Un rated Last Stories and Other Stories 2014 The Dying Grass 2015

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review The Atlas ä PDF, eBook or Kindle ePUB free Eate a web of fifty three interconnected tales what he calls a piecemeal atlas of the world I think inSet in locales from Phnom Penh to Sarajevo Mogadishu to New York and provocatively combining autobiography with invention fantasy with reportage these stories examine poverty violence. Vollmann s Map of the World Can you descry what territory it describes Cosmic loneliness May the Angel of Forgetfulness uickly cloud all of our eyes before we reach the other shore

  • Paperback
  • 496
  • The Atlas
  • William T. Vollmann
  • English
  • 08 July 2020
  • 9780140254495