Read Compass Online Free - As night falls over Vienna, Franz Ritter, an insomniac musicologist, takes to his sickbed with an unspecified illness and spends a restless night drifting between dreams and memories, revisiting the important chapters of his life: his ongoing fascination with the Middle East and his numerous travels to Istanbul, Aleppo, Damascus, and Tehran, as well as the various writers, artists, musicians, academics, orientalists, and explorers who populate this vast dreamscape. At the center of these memories is his elusive love, Sarah, a fiercely intelligent French scholar caught in the intricate tension between Europe and the Middle East.
With exhilarating prose and sweeping erudition, Mathias Énard pulls astonishing elements from disparate sources—nineteenth-century composers and esoteric orientalists, Balzac and Agatha Christie—and binds them together in a most magical way.
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May 24, 2017
Finished this finally, unintentionally in the perfect way, reading from three to five in the morning when I couldn't sleep. It's the perfect way to finish because this is an insomniac's diary, or more so, its conceit involves an Austrian insomniac's cognitive perambulations in bed in Vienna as he...
December 07, 2017
Now on the outstanding longlist for the 2017 Republic of Consciousness Prize for 'gorgeous prose and hardcore literary fiction' from small, independent presses.
In Germany they impose the Scriptures on you in the back of the bedside table drawer, in Muslim countries they stick a little compass f...
May 07, 2017
We Europeans see them with the horror of otherness; but this otherness is just as terrifying for an Iraqi or a Yemenite. Even what we reject, what we hate, emerges in this common imaginal world. What we identify in these atrocious decapitations as ‘other’, ‘different’, ‘Oriental’, is just as ‘oth...
October 31, 2015
I remembered the beginning of Salammbô. "C'était à Megara, faubourg de Carthage, dans le jardin d'Hamilcar." In only one sentence, I live in the Mysterious Orient, there is the color, the scent, the wet suffocating heat (in french we name it touffeur) of the luxuriant vegetation. I was already in...
December 18, 2017
I mille e un Oriente
Vincitore nel 2015 del prestigioso premio letterario francese Goncourt, “Bussola” non è un romanzo di facile recensione. Che cosa racconta?
Una storia d’amore, anzi due storie d’amore: prima di tutto, quella tra una donna e un uomo, due orientalisti che per anni s’incontrano, f...
April 10, 2017
Compass takes place over the course of one, long night during which Franz Ritter, a Viennese musicologist, suffers from a terrible bout of insomnia. The symptoms from his recently diagnosed illness, the memories of an unrequited love, and the dissatisfaction at his mediocre academic career all co...
December 31, 2017
إلتقاء الشرق بالغرب في عمل "ماتياس إينار" جعله يستحق وبجدارة الـ"غونكور". من قرأ رواية (أنبئوني بالرؤيا) للناقد والكاتب "عبد الفتاح كيليطو" (1) سيعرف ظاهرة الرواية المعرفية. تقرأ العمل فتظن أنك لوهلة أمام بحث معرفي لكن بسردية ناجحة وتواجد لكل مقومات القصة أو الرواية وحقيقة ما تتجاهله ليس عدم قدرت...
May 20, 2017
Énard has written a masterwork, a long meditation on the Other, as embodied in his two main characters and their lifelong study of the idea and reality of the ‘Orient’ and the West. The entire work consists of the reminiscences of insomniac, fiftyish (?) Franz over one night as he wrestles with t...
August 24, 2017
I made a start on this book several months ago when it was long listed for the Man Booker International prize. I gave up after a third of the book because I felt like I was being tortured by being force-fed Wikipedia articles.
This time, I stuck with it and made it to 100%.
I’m not at all sure what...
January 12, 2018
RE-VISITED (NOT FULLY RE-READ - SEE COMMENTS BELOW) DUE TO ITS LONGLISTING FOR THE REPUBLIC OF CONSCIOUSNESS PRIZE
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