The Birds

The Birds Set In The Norwegian Countryside Over The Course Of One Summer, The Birds Tells The Story Of Forty Year Old Mattis, Who Has Mental Disabilities And Lives In A Small House Near A Lake With His Sister Hege, Who Ekes Out A Modest Living Knitting Sweaters From Time To Time Hege Encourages Her Brother To Find Work To Ease Their Financial Burdens, But Mattis S Attempts To Work At The Surrounding Farms Always End In Failure And Disgrace Mattis Is Keenly Aware Of The Distance Between Himself And The World Around Him, Which Often Feels Hostile The Villagers Call Him Simple Simon Profoundly Sensitive To His Surroundings, Mattis Spends Much Of His Time In The Forest, Reading Its Signs And Symbols A Woodcock Begins A Daily Flight Over Their House, A Beautiful Bird Is Waiting For Him On The Path One Day When He Returns From The Store, And One Afternoon Lighting Strikes One Of The Two Withered Aspen Trees Outside The House Trees Known In The Village As Mattis And Hege When Mattis Decides To Employ Himself As A Ferryman, The Only Passenger He Manages To Bring Across The Lake Is A Lumberjack, J Rgen When J Rgen And Hege Become Lovers, Mattis Finds He Cannot Adjust To This New Situation Wholly Reliant On Hege And Terrified Of Losing Her, He Clings To The Familiar And Does Everything In His Power To Make J Rgen Leave Simultaneously, He Struggles To Find A Place For Himself In A World That Does Not Seem To Want Him.With Spare Simplicity, Vesaas S Straightforward Prose Subtly Reveals Mattis S Perspective And Readers Will Find Themselves Shifting Irrevocably From Observers Of His Experience To Participants In It Written By One Of Norway S Most Celebrated And Beloved Authors, The Birds Is A Deeply Nuanced Examination Of Identity And Responsibility, With Abundant Narrative Suspense And Hauntingly Beautiful Writing Besides. Like a gentle ripple across calming waters, or a songbird taking flight in the early morning sunrise, Tarjei Vesaas writes a delicately structured story of two siblings living a serene existence in rural Norway Mattis is a sweet natured simpleton who burns the days away drifting off into his own world, whilst older sister Hege knits sweaters in their cottage by the lake On occasions Mattis wonders around th
The world is a hostile place and, according to Mattis, people don t mean what they say when they speak A simpleton, a weirdo, a child imprisoned in the body of an adult man, Mattis muses over the factors that separate him from the rest of the small community of the nameless village lost somewhere in a rural area in Norway where he and his sister Hege subsist in a cottage by the lake.Condemned to be permanently out of work due to his slow witted faculties and lack of social skills, Mattis is bit The world is a hostile place and, according to Mattis, people don t mean what th
You are You, that was what was written For the past week, every time I stepped into my room, an inquisitive man bombarded me with string of questions I had no answers toWhat s the use of having so many turnips , he asked as he lay gazing at the naked sky A faint whiff of camphor emitted from his smile, as he repeated how he pompously waved to Anna and
the flight of Woodcock with its wings spread widegives me hope and few tears in the eye A Rebellious HaikuA harmonious union between a sublime array of words, a fateful conviction and the search for an imperceptible notion by a singular soul, brings forth a work of inspiring and substantial beauty The Birds The convergence of these elements is not incidental but requires a delicate balance of innate talent and pertinent learning, where the emergence of extraordinary within the lines of ordi the flight of Woodcock with its wings spread widegives me hope and few tears in the eye A Rebellious HaikuA harmonious union between a sublime array of words, a fateful conviction and the search for an imperceptible notion by a singular soul, brings forth a work of inspiring and substantial beauty The Birds The convergence of these elements is not incidental but requires a delicate balance of innate talent and pertinent learning, where the emergence of extraordinary within the lines of ordinary becomes the prime motive of art and the artist When the name of such artist turns out to be Tarjei Vesaas, one can be assured of receiving a humble lesson in various spheres of humanity The setting of a breathtaking landscape is soon introduced, but once the tender shadows of long, magnanimous trees and the dark veil of sinisterly silent lake subsides, one can detect the centre of this book, which is formed
Hush now, dont explainYou re my joy and pain I ve never been less inclined to dissect and explain what a book is all about than now It feels like riding roughshod over something soft, and pure and true, something beyond words and meaning To understand this book I need to learn the language of birds, of thunder, and of light over water Tarjei Vesaas is the one who knows all these secret signs, and he offers them to us like a child holding out a treasure a nest, a polished stone, a wildflHush now, dont explainYou re my joy and pain I ve never been less inclined to dissect and explain what a book is all about than now It feels like riding roughshod over something soft, and pure and true, something beyond words and me
Mattis is a man with the mind of a child His elder sister Hege takes care of him, knits sweaters constantly in order to support the two of them.I can t say I liked this book, but it was interesting to see inside the mind of this man child Often selfish in his needs, like children usually are, he finds solace and understanding in nature Questions why he isn t like everyone else and is often awkward in his phrasing, not knowing what to say in different circumstances and is always na vely innoce Mattis is a man with the mind of a child His elder sister Hege takes care of him, knits sweaters constantly in order to support the two of them.I can t say I liked this book, but it
She looked at him as at a grown p now, and then she said something You re lucky, seeing things the way you do I don t, I can tell you She had stopped now, wasn t simply rushing off to her eight petalled roses Today once again she had heard a tone in his voice that made her pause How do you see things, then he asked, forgetting himself Spoilt the moment completely She gave a start, even though she was really to blame.The people who live near brother Mattis and his older sister Hege nam She looked at him as at a grown p now, and then she said something You re lucky, seeing things the way you do I don t, I can tell you She had stopped now, wasn t simply rushing off to her eight petalled roses Today once again she had heard a tone in his voice that made her pause How do you see things, then he asked, forgetting himself Spoilt the moment completely She gave a start,
Mattis , a man with the mind of a child or maybe a boy trapped in the body of an adult male Sensitive , still delighted with the surrounding world , childishly amazed and ready for a great change Overflowed with unnamed desires , tangled thoughts , unspeakable wordsWhy are things the way they are Hege , his sister and a carer With every dayandtired and embittered Her days go on knitting sweaters and difficult care for Mattis Her hair starting to turn gray and she yet Mattis , a man with the mind of a child or maybe a boy trapped in the body of an adult male Sensitive , still delighted with the surrounding world , childishly amazed and ready for a great change Overflowed with unnamed desires ,
We re coming, we re coming, somebody said You re ready, aren t youVesaas s poetic words, as they flit and float within the currents of Mattis s uncomplicated mind, as he struggles to articulate them meaningfully, have proven that beauty of nature, nature s beings and the nature of one s being might simply be understood, less from the spoken word, if one would stop to quietly listen Mattis, who exists naturally, with the emptiness many take several life cycles to achieve, is Vesaas s exWe re coming, we re coming, somebody said You re ready, aren t youVesaas s poetic words, as they flit and float within the currents of Mattis s uncomplicated mind, as he struggles to articulate them meaningfully, have proven that beauty of nature, nature s beings and the nature of one s being might simply be understood, less fr
The other day I was talking to a man who, impolitely, one might call slow, and I felt myself getting annoyed and losing patience He was easily confused often repeated himself and stuttered terribly I ve had three strokes, he said, and I nodded, thinking this was merely an example of the strange compulsion people have to inform others of their problems or ailments But then, a moment or two later, I realised that he was offering me this information as an excuse, as an explanation He had The other day I was talking to a man who, impolitely, one might call slow, and I felt myself getting annoyed and losing patience He was easily confused often repeated himself and stuttered terribly I ve had three strokes, he said, and I nodded, thinking this was merely an example of the strange compulsion people have to inform others of their problems or ailments But then, a moment or two later, I realised that he was offering me this information as an excuse, as an explanation He had obviously picked up on my irritation, and I felt ashamed, as, I suspected, he did too, but for different reasons There are, of course, a lot of horrible things that can happen to a human being, but it strikes me that the loss of mental agility, and being aware of this loss, at least some of the time, must be a particularly potent kind

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  • Paperback
  • 301 pages
  • The Birds
  • Tarjei Vesaas
  • English
  • 22 July 2017
  • 0914671200