My Prizes: An Accounting 
Written in 1980 but published here for the first time, these texts tell the story of the various farces that developed around the literary prizes Thomas Bernhard received in his lifetime. Whether it was the Bremen Literature Prize, the Grillparzer Prize, or the Austrian State Prize, his participation in the acceptance ceremony—always less than gracious, it must be said—resulted in scandal (only at the awarding of the prize from Austria’s Federal Chamber of Commerce did Bernhard feel at home: he received that one, he said, in recognition of the great example he set for shopkeeping apprentices). And the remuneration connected with the prizes presented him with opportunities for adventure—of the new-house and luxury-car variety.
Here is a portrait of the writer as a prizewinner: laconic, sardonic, and shaking his head with biting amusement at the world and at himself. A revelatory work of dazzling comedy, the pinnacle of Bernhardian art.
This book is very funny and apt. He describes the escapades around his various engagements with literary prize culture. I am especially partial to his Aunt who keeps popping up.Also admire how he indicts the pomposity and insincere nature of some of these people he encounters at these various events, like the "Important Man" in the first essay who gives him a prize and lists a bunch of books he has not written! And shame on the publisher who refused to loan/give him any money when he was in the
One thing is clear after reading My Prizes (if it weren't already clear long before)... and that is that literary prizes do not serve the ones they are 'honoring'. In the first story here, Bernhard shows up with his aunt and for some reason nobody receives them or tells them where to sit. So they just amble in like all the other audience members, and sit in the very middle of the theater. Even though he is the supposed reason for the ceremony. And soon the officials are running around like

I just cracked up remembering I read this once, goddamn Bernhard, still making me laugh after all these years.If you ever want to start reading berny and you just happen to stumble on the review you're reading right now, which probably wont be the case but who I am talking to anyway, you should start with this one cause it's the funniest possible introduction to goddamn Bernhard and apart from that it's hilarious too, or so i tend to want to remember, goddamn Bernhard.. whining about his goddamn
It's a shame and a pity that Thomas Bernhard died before the notoriously slow Nobel Committee could make him a Nobel Laureate. Not necessarily because the prize has prestige, and Bernhard is one of the most worthy candidates in the German-speaking sphere, but because he would have created such a brilliant report on the ridiculous ceremony and its bonfire of vanities. He would have been able to buy all kinds of cars and houses and clothes for the prize money, and he would have been able to stare
Kinda cool if you're really into Bernhard
Nice to read a more plain-spoken, "human" Bernhard. Plenty of anger towards awards committees and cultural ministers, but also affection for important people in his life.
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A gathering of brilliant and viciously funny recollections from one of the twentieth century’s most famous literary enfants terribles.Written in 1980 but published here for the first time, these texts tell the story of the various farces that developed around the literary prizes Thomas Bernhard received in his lifetime. Whether it was the Bremen Literature Prize, the Grillparzer Prize, or the Austrian State Prize, his participation in the acceptance ceremony—always less than gracious, it must be said—resulted in scandal (only at the awarding of the prize from Austria’s Federal Chamber of Commerce did Bernhard feel at home: he received that one, he said, in recognition of the great example he set for shopkeeping apprentices). And the remuneration connected with the prizes presented him with opportunities for adventure—of the new-house and luxury-car variety.
Here is a portrait of the writer as a prizewinner: laconic, sardonic, and shaking his head with biting amusement at the world and at himself. A revelatory work of dazzling comedy, the pinnacle of Bernhardian art.
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| Title | : | My Prizes: An Accounting |
| Author | : | Thomas Bernhard |
| Book Format | : | Hardcover |
| Book Edition | : | First Edition |
| Pages | : | Pages: 135 pages |
| Published | : | November 23rd 2010 by Knopf (first published 2009) |
| Categories | : | Nonfiction. Writing. Essays. Biography. Autobiography. Memoir. European Literature. German Literature |
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Bernhard always amuses me with his encyclopedic misanthropy. Reading his actual speeches at the end of the book made me laugh out loud.This book is very funny and apt. He describes the escapades around his various engagements with literary prize culture. I am especially partial to his Aunt who keeps popping up.Also admire how he indicts the pomposity and insincere nature of some of these people he encounters at these various events, like the "Important Man" in the first essay who gives him a prize and lists a bunch of books he has not written! And shame on the publisher who refused to loan/give him any money when he was in the
One thing is clear after reading My Prizes (if it weren't already clear long before)... and that is that literary prizes do not serve the ones they are 'honoring'. In the first story here, Bernhard shows up with his aunt and for some reason nobody receives them or tells them where to sit. So they just amble in like all the other audience members, and sit in the very middle of the theater. Even though he is the supposed reason for the ceremony. And soon the officials are running around like

I just cracked up remembering I read this once, goddamn Bernhard, still making me laugh after all these years.If you ever want to start reading berny and you just happen to stumble on the review you're reading right now, which probably wont be the case but who I am talking to anyway, you should start with this one cause it's the funniest possible introduction to goddamn Bernhard and apart from that it's hilarious too, or so i tend to want to remember, goddamn Bernhard.. whining about his goddamn
It's a shame and a pity that Thomas Bernhard died before the notoriously slow Nobel Committee could make him a Nobel Laureate. Not necessarily because the prize has prestige, and Bernhard is one of the most worthy candidates in the German-speaking sphere, but because he would have created such a brilliant report on the ridiculous ceremony and its bonfire of vanities. He would have been able to buy all kinds of cars and houses and clothes for the prize money, and he would have been able to stare
Kinda cool if you're really into Bernhard
Nice to read a more plain-spoken, "human" Bernhard. Plenty of anger towards awards committees and cultural ministers, but also affection for important people in his life.

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