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Fiction, Literature

Too Loud a Solitude epub ebook

by Bohumil Hrabal

Too Loud a Solitude epub ebook

Author: Bohumil Hrabal
Category: Contemporary
Language: English
Publisher: Time Warner Books Uk (May 1993)
Pages: 112 pages
ISBN: 0349102627
ISBN13: 978-0349102627
Rating: 4.4
Votes: 384
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Czechoslovakian author Hrabal ( I Served the King of England ) pens an absorbing fable about a man who educates himself with the discarded printed matter he collects. Dohumil Hrabal (1914-1997) was a Czechoslovakian writer. He was the author of CLOSELY WATCHED TRAINS, which gained an international audience both as a novel and as a film, and I SERVED THE KING OF ENGLAND.

Feature film with live action puppets starring Paul Giamatti. I especially like the Bohumil Hrabal trinity of the puppet, the bronze bust of Hrabal above my head, and Hrabal's doppleganger on my right! ceskatelevize. Příliš hlučná samota jako loutkový film - Události v kultuře. Příliš hlučnou samotu Bohumila Hrabala točí jako loutkový film a teď chce, aby snímek vznikal částečně i přímo v Praze. Americká režisérka Andersonová se proto poprvé přijela z Arizony do české metropole podívat.

Too Loud a Solitude (Czech: Příliš hlučná samota) is a short novel by Czech writer Bohumil Hrabal. Self-published in 1976 and officially in 1989 due to political censorship. It tells the story of an old man who works as a paper crusher in Prague, using his job to save and amass astounding numbers of rare and banned books; he is an obsessive collector of knowledge. The book was translated into English by Michael Henry Heim.

A fable about the power of books and knowledge, finely balanced between pathos and comedy, from one of Czechoslovakia’s most popular authors (Los Angeles Times). A New York Times Notable Book Haňtá has been compacting trash for thirty-five years. Every evening, he rescues books from the jaws of his hydraulic press, carries them home, and fills his house with them. Haňtá may be an idiot, as his boss calls him, but he is an idiot with a difference-the ability to quote the Talmud, Hegel, and Lao-Tzu.

Too Loud a Solitude Book Documentary. Conversaciones con Nadie. Una soledad demasiado ruidosa, de Bohumil Hrabal. Продолжительность: 13:35 Conversaciones con Nadie Recommended for you. 13:35. Hrabal na Stanfordu - Продолжительность: 1:57:03 vanmaule Recommended for you. 1:57:03. 40 Years of Complete Isolation (Part 1/4) - Продолжительность: 9:31 VICE Recommended for you.

Genevieve Anderson is raising funds for Too Loud A Solitude Feature Film on Kickstarter! A feature adaptation of Bohumil Hrabal's beloved book made with live action puppets, animated sequences, and visual effects. A feature adaptation of Bohumil Hrabal's beloved book made with live action puppets, animated sequences, and visual effects. Created by. Genevieve Anderson.

Bohumil Hrabal Bohumil Hrabal. Praise for Too Loud a Solitude: "Short, sharp and eccentric.

An old man, a shoemaker who once wore a pince-nez and carried a stick with a silver mounting because he wanted to look like a composer, tells the story of his life to six youn, beautiful women basking in the sun. One drunken thought triggers another. By the writer Milan Kundera called Czechoslovakia's greatest contemporary writer comes a novel (now in English for the first time) peopled with eccentric, unforgettable inhabitants of a home for the elderly who reminisce about their lives and their changing country. Sophisticated, thought-provoking and pithy.

TOO LOUD A SOLITUDE is a tender and funny story of Hant'a - a man who has lived in a Czech police state - for 35 years, working as compactor of wastepaper and books.

TOO LOUD A SOLITUDE is a tender and funny story of Hant'a - a man who has lived in a Czech police state - for 35 years, working as compactor of wastepaper and books. In the process of compacting, he has acquired an education so unwitting he can't quite tell which of his thoughts are his own and which come from his books. He has rescued many from jaws of hydraulic press and now his house is filled to the rooftops. Destroyer of the written word, he is also its perpetuator

Reviews (7)
This book, wonderfully titled "Too Loud a Solitude" (don't know what the original title, however, as wonderful as Kundera's "Unbearable lightness of Being"), is truly a compact of beautiful prose, deep philosophy, sharp existential humor on humanity, ugliness, filth and absurdity of existence with lasting and powerful impact on the reader. Nothing lacks and nothing is wasted in this short story, and when it ended, I felt something very heavy collapsing inside, such a weighty book! It is an extreme contrast to ubiquitous noises of shallow and meaningless chatters in our time, it takes the reader to the center of the quietness, solitude where words and thoughts exist.
Quoting Kant, "When the tremulous radiance of a summer night fills with twinkling stars an the moon itself, I am slowly drawn into a state of enhanced sensitivity made of friendship and disdain for the world and eternity"
"....the absolute silence of the night, when the senses lie dormant, an immortal spirit speaks in a nameless tongue of things that can be grasped but not described."

My favorite of Czech future dystopian literature (The only other book that comes close is Stanislaw Lem's Futurological Congress, which is a more colorful and intricately developed work than the more widely read, "Solaris"). The translation is very good, and Hrabal's writing style is easily accessible to Soviet drunks trying to escape the ails of their age - that being said, this book was banned by the Goskomizdat (Soviet state agency for the censorship of written materials) during Hrabal's lifetime. It's a good book to read, but a better book to gift to anyone who is looking for meaning in society, or introspection in a system of seemingly innocuous vagaries and throw-away culture.

I forgot how desperately sad and alternatively delicate, and beautiful prose can be. The rhythm of the words, the space for short breathes, as though composed and un-composed simultaneously sweeps you unremittingly between humor, sadness, and beauty.
The only thing that keeps me from giving it five stars is that some of the translation is such that it leaves some of the most graceful thoughts feeling unfinished.
Would that I could read Czech, I'm sure that all the elegance of words resides in this book.

For thirty-five years Hanta compacts trash in what he calls his basement because he spends so much time there. In truth, it is his workplace. In reality, it is his life. He finds his essence in life through what he compacts and does not compact. No marriage. No children. Just compacted trash and the treasures he saves. He has spent his life in "Too Loud a Solitude."

This short book is apparently various things to various readers. It's the memoir of a man who works 24/7, so to speak, without a vacation. It's a parable of modern times replacing old ways of doing things and the people who do them. It's a metaphor for the condition of man: head in the glory of the heavens, feet in the grossness of the sewer. It's a satire of the indestructability of books and knowledge. It's a tall tale about a man who wraps up trash in beautiful Old Masters' art reproductions or hiding one book treasure in the center of each bale of trash. It's a story of love for books and the treasures in words. It's the sacrifice of the beautiful for the ugly. Or vice versa.

Whatever the reader chooses, the story remains that of a man finding meaning in a life that could be ugly, dirty, sordid, and depressing. Instead, Hanta seeks out books that he deems worthy of saving. All his compacting friends take home books. Hanta himself has two tons of books on shelves over his bed like the Sword of Damocles over his head. That's just over his head. Along his walls, in his bathroom, in every available space there are books he has saved during his 35 years on the job.

I, as reader, was appalled that Hanta relates scatalogical stories so often until I realized he faced-- head on-- the ugly, sordid aspects of life, including waste products of the body, as well as waste products of the mind. Yes, books not sold, not read, just "wasted" as trash. Which is worse?

This amazing little book should be required reading for all young people looking for their livelihood. Hanta will show them the dignity of all work and the meaning of it all. Or not. Hanta does have the last laugh, so to speak.

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