#jenny erpenbeck

[derangedrhythms]

My dreams told me more about you than you did.

Jenny Erpenbeck, Kairos, tr. Michael Hofmann

[heavenlyyshecomes]

Before she goes out the door the next morning, he says: Wait! And he runs over to his bookcase. He comes back with a little book, where, after looking briefly, he finds the passage he was looking for. He puts the book down on the chest in the corridor, presses it flat with one hand, and with the other carefully tears out the page he wants. She glances at it, and he says: Read it later. But she can’t wait past the moment when he’s waved goodbye to her on the first bend of the stairs and closed the front door behind him. As she walks slowly down the stairs, she holds the page in her hands and reads: You ask, when did they meet?/ A moment ago. — And when will they part? — Soon./ So love seems a support to lovers. Has he gone back to his room and already put the book back? The page she is holding will always be missing from it. That gap, she thinks, is the first trace of her in his world.

—Jenny Erpenbeck, Kairos tr. Michael Hofman

[lunamarish]

Kairos, il dio dell'attimo fortunato, ha -dicono- un ricciolo che gli ricade sulla fronte, e da quello soltanto lo si può trattenere. Ma non appena il dio passa oltre, ci offre solo la parte posteriore del capo, che è calva e liscia, senza alcun appiglio da cui poterla afferrare.

Jenny Erpenbeck

[judgingbooksbycovers]

Kairos

By Jenny Erpenbeck.

Design by John Gall.

[thegirlwholovesliterature]

Nothing exists but you and I

And if we two be not

Then god is no more god

And down must fall the sky

- Angelus Silesius

[ojo-rojo]

“A long time ago, the papers in his boxes and those in her suitcase were speaking to each other. Now they’re both speaking to time. A suitcase like that, cardboard boxes like that, full of middles and endings and beginnings, buried under decades’ worth of dust; pages that were written to deceive alongside other pages that were striving for truth; things itemized, other things passed over, all lying together higgledy-piggledy; the contradictions and the denials, silent fury and mute adoration together in one envelope, in one folder; what is forgotten just as creased and yellowed as what, dimly or distinctly, one still remembers". Jenny Erpenbeck: Excerpt from "Kairos".

[kaanozer]

Yaşam şimdi başladı, diğer her şey buna hazırlıktı.

Şimdi ne olacak?

[strathshepard]

Jenny Erpenbeck, Kairos, 2023

[intellectures]

Leuchtende Prosa: Jenny Erpenbeck gewinnt International Booker Prize

Erstmals in der Geschichte des International Booker Prize gewinnt mit Jenny Erpenbeck eine deutschsprachige Autorin den renommierten Booker Prize für internationale Literatur.

Erstmals in der Geschichte des International Booker Prize gewinnt eine deutschsprachige Autorin den renommierten Booker Prize für internationale Literatur. Die Jury unter dem Vorsitz der kanadischen Schriftstellerin Eleanor Wachtel zeichnet die englische Übersetzung von Erpenbecks letztem Roman »Kairos« aus. Die Hälfte des mit 50.000 Euro dotierten Preises geht an den Übersetzer Michael…

[literaturespeaks-blog]

Kairos is my new poison. So far, worth every drop.

[coinywords]

Or was a human being just a container to be filled by time with whatever it happens to have handy? --Kairos

[derangedrhythms]

Sometimes she sees herself in the ground, and at the same time she sees herself digging up the corpse.

Jenny Erpenbeck, Kairos, tr. Michael Hofmann

[davidlavieri]

He thinks. And then he thinks that, obviously, he can’t stop thinking. The thinking is what he is, and at the same time it’s the machine that governs him.

Jenny Erpenbeck, Go, Went, Gone

[greenbabyofficial]

[viecome]

Crítica de "Kairós". Jenny Erpenbeck