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Las intermitencias de la muerte by José Saramago
To ask other readers questions about Las intermitencias de la muerteplease sign up. I am on page 70, does this book get any better, or does it keep going on in this vein? Intermitenciws Peste Somewhere around the middle it was boring, but then, when death becomes the main character, it became one of my favourite books.
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View all 19 comments. View all 18 comments. First released in in its original Portuguese, the novel was translated saramavo English by Margaret Jull Costa in The novel centers around death as both a phenomenon, and as an anthropomorphized character. A key focus of the book is how society relates to death in both of these forms, and likewise, how death relates to the people she is meant to kill.
I cherished Death with Interruptions from the first page.
Who, after all, at some point in life, hasn’t asked why do we have to die? The dream of immortality has fascinated humanity forever. But nothing is for free on this earth of ours, and very soon the exultation starts to die down. Slowly the country finds itself disoriented for what to do, immersed in a new confusion.
People lose jobs no more jobs for undertakers or gravediggers, and so many others that depended on it. Religion has lost its reason and its greatest reward, resurrection. And he is always amazing us: It makes us feel like going over and putting a hand on her hard shoulder and whispering a few words of sympathy in her ear, or, rather, in the place where her ear once was, underneath the parietal.
Read it if you enjoy something that will leave you with much more than with what you started before opening one of his books. As his literature Nobel Prize attests, he knows how to write. View all 25 comments. The dream of immortality has always fascinated humanity. The dream of eternal life has founded religions that changed the shape of the world.
What if it were true? In an unnamed small European country without any explanations people have stopped dying – an eternal dream come true, right? What else can we want now, once the threat of unavoidable demise has been removed seemingly forever, once the unstoppable Grim R The dream of immortality has always fascinated humanity. What else can we want now, once the threat of unavoidable demise has been removed seemingly forever, once the unstoppable Grim Reaper seems to have retired?
Immortality is not eternal youth, and ultimately what we have is hundreds and thousands of people suspended on the edge of dying, in the in-between state, neither dead nor alive, caught on the borderline. One must admit that the prospects are not just gloomy, they’re terrible, catastrophic, more dangerous by far than anything even the wildest imagination could dream up.
Life itself has quickly become the burden – oh how the tables have turned! It’s all delivered in the voice that is both dry and witty, detached yet flourishing, both mocking and serious. It’s not an easy style to read, especially in this book, with meandering narration only underscoring the absence of easily definable plot, the absence of characters who we can follow and love and root for. And then, almost two-thirds into the story, the mood shifts, the narration abruptly changes, and the new plot emerges, folding violet letters into violet envelopes, confidently raising its head and wondering, Have you missed me?
I came to steal your heart. And the strangest love story begins, having nudged the meandering weary satirical narration out of the way.
It’s deaththe female noun in so many languages, whose whim led to such perturbances in the function of the state and religion and philosophy.
It’s death, who is surprised at the audacity of a mediocre unremarkable middle-aged musician who refuses to die. It’s death, a stranger to failure, who sets out to investigate and to set the matters right, unprepared for what is waiting for her. No, his style does not change. We still have solid blocks of text and meandering ramblings and endless strangely punctuated sentences, but the slow shift in the mood and the feeling subtly creeps up making you look up from the book and wonder – am I still reading the same story?
And why do I have those pesky tears glistening in the corners of my eyes? And why can’t I stop myself from sighing and quietly saying, “Aww Because the guy who wrote this book has received a Nobel Prize in literature for a reason. Because he is brilliant, that’s why. And because he decided to play around with this story, leaving us – or at least me – unable to resist its pull. And so I stand by my 5-star rating from a year agoand begin a desperate hunt for more Saramago books.
I love the cover of this book, the cartoon woman in black, paused on the doorstep of someone’s life, her symbolic scythe held aloft. A light switch features in the centre of the illustration as if she might jokingly dim the lights while she fulfills her task.
We almost expect to see a grin on her face and the illustrator has kindly left her features blank so that we can fill in that smirk for ourselves. A perfect book cover for a satire about death. In fact Saramago wrote this book in at a time when his own health was poor; he was eighty-three and iintermitencias from leukaemia and there was a point around then when his own death was interrupted: Two years before he died, he wrote in The NotebookThe truth is, I feel myself alive, very much alive, whenever for one reason or other I have to talk about death.
As we read Death with Interruptions we really appreciate the truth of that statement. It is all so smoothly done intermitdncias we can only stand back and admire the perfect blend of what is said with the way it is said. No one writes quite like Saramago. View all 44 comments. Sep 24, s. Anyone with an imagination.
Out of the half dozen Saramago novels I have read, jntermitencias is actually my favorite. It may have been due in part that I devoured most of it while seated upon the sun soaked banks of a river this past July, but this short little work really struck me. It ve so unique and imaginative intermitenciqs this book was just a really fun read. Despite it’s focus of death and all, it isn’t quite as heavy as most of intermiteencias novels and will make you laugh at the dark abyss of death as most of this novel is actually darkly hum Out of the half dozen Saramago novels I have read, this is actually my favorite.
Despite it’s focus of death and all, it isn’t intefmitencias as heavy as most of his novels and will make you laugh at the dark abyss of death as most of this novel is actually darkly humorous. There is no traditional plot for the first two thirds of the novel as Saramago displays his story with a broad shot that encompasses all facets of his deathless phenomenon.
The first part of the novel is more or less Saramago’s imagination exploring all sides of his idea. Saramago takes something most people would view as a great joy – to live forever – and puts it on an ugly display as a terrifying curse. Namely, just because you live forever doesn’t mean you don’t suffer bodily harm.
He tells of people with their guts spilled out somehow living on and other horrific conditions to a similar effect. He goes on to explain how this also practically ruins the economy and brings about the maphia who choose this with a ‘ph’ to separate themselves from the regular mafia who create more undying corpses if you don’t bow to their wishes. What a disaster of a world is made in the first pages. In the second section of the novel, Saramago zooms in and shows this event on a small scale; his major focus is on death herself and how she relates to the world.
Saramago’s death character was fascinating and different than any traditional image of death speaking of tradition death, there is a funny bit where the government takes all the traditional images of death and uses technology to see what these skull images would look like with a human face and he actually manages to make death a likeable, empathizable character. I won’t go into the plot and spoil what happens in case you have not yet read this, but I never thought I’d read a book about Death as a main character and describe it as ‘cute’ and like it for that.
Saramago once again does the impossible and all I can say is that after the last page you can’t help but say “aww”. As a note of caution, Saramago has a unique style that tends to turn people away and this slightly bothers me. It is NOT difficult to read, give it a few pages and I promise you will grasp it. It flows surprisingly well. Also, Saramago has a very distinct voice that I can’t get enough of.
He speaks directly to you as a reader and he talks at his characters in a very fatherly, loving fashion that lets you see how proud he is of his own creations. He has a very good way of telling a story, often justifying his reasons for why he chose to tell it the way he does in a funny, unique manner.
I would highly recommend this to any Saramago fan, and to anyone new to this Nobel laureate’s works although I think Blindness might be a better starting point.
View all 12 comments. Jason I’ve heard good things about Saramago. My wife is fluent in Portuguese so she’s going to read Blindness in its native language while I read an English I’ve heard good things about Saramago. My wife is fluent in Portuguese so she’s going to read Blindness in its native language while I read an English translation on my Kindle.