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Der Stille Ozean by Gerhard Roth
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Ascher is a disgraced physician in Austria who, following a malpractice trial, temporarily retreats from the city to a rural area. His wife and child remain in the city, though he keeps in touch with them by phone and they even visit a few times. Ascher feels out of place and uncertain of his identity in this new place. His cautious attempts to assimilate are often thwarted, more by himself than by his new neighbors, who welcome him for the most part, though not without some initial wariness.
Th Ascher is a disgraced physician in Austria who, following a malpractice trial, temporarily retreats from the city to a rural area. The plot is minimal, chiefly consisting of Ascher wandering around the countryside and encountering rural folks engaged in various activities.
Through this vehicle, we learn about how the local people live, and what struggles they encounter on a daily basis. The area is economically depressed, and most of the lower class people maintain small farms, at least in a subsistence capacity. There is an air of menace to the place, mostly generated by the band of hunters who regularly scour field and forest killing any small animals or birds they encounter.
When a rabies scare ensues, their killing grows even bolder and more indiscriminate. Ascher joins them on a number of these outings. His response to the violence is largely nonjudgmental, as it is to most everything he encounters. On his part it is curiosity, if anything, driving his explorations.
Ascher needs to make a decision on whether to stay or not, and his wife is pressuring him on this point. His initial reluctance to reveal his occupation to his new acquaintances begins to wear off, and perhaps they had begun to suspect, anyway. He could stay and take up his practice or he could return to the city. The tension of this decision hovers throughout the text, though the outcome is not at all the point of the book.
The source material is rooted in Roth's own experience living for a time in rural Austria, during which he immersed himself in the culture, and as a result the book carries a feeling of authenticity. Mar 15, David Clark rated it did not like it.
Perhaps I missed some grand cultural design, but this book appeared to be about a man who received a censure from the medical tribunal of his state as a function of a malpractice incident, abandons his wife and child in the city, relocates to a seemingly randomly chosen rural area, and walks around all day as strangers decide that he's the best thing ever and invite him to every event and tell him their life stories in excruciating details for no apparent reason.
At no point did I underst Perhaps I missed some grand cultural design, but this book appeared to be about a man who received a censure from the medical tribunal of his state as a function of a malpractice incident, abandons his wife and child in the city, relocates to a seemingly randomly chosen rural area, and walks around all day as strangers decide that he's the best thing ever and invite him to every event and tell him their life stories in excruciating details for no apparent reason. At no point did I understand why this book needed to exist, nor what point it was trying to make.
The closest perhaps was the local doctor's exposition of how life was treated as less than sacrosanct in this part of the world, but even that topic was not explored more than an expository one-sided conversation. If I've completely misunderstood this novel, then I apologize, and request that someone set me straight. Aug 11, Blackvelvet rated it it was amazing. Lernt dort eine neue, fremde Welt kennen. Gerhard Roth schreibt nicht einfach. Er beschreibt. Wie ein stiller Ozean. Anna Sarmina rated it really liked it Oct 18, Veri K rated it liked it Nov 10, Julia Lo rated it did not like it May 05, Rogier Mul rated it liked it Apr 26, Sia rated it liked it Aug 24, Tolaz rated it it was ok Jul 22, Caterina Buizza rated it liked it May 29, Mariapappa35 rated it it was amazing Dec 19, Arn Zeitlin rated it it was amazing Feb 18, Ioannis Touras rated it really liked it Mar 20, Marcelo da Silva rated it liked it Jun 05, Kamila rated it it was ok Sep 23, Peter Praschl rated it it was amazing Feb 13, Justin Bieberkopf rated it liked it Jul 10, Stephanie McGarrah marked it as to-read Jun 12, Moran Likely marked it as to-read Jan 04, Ciara Tollan added it Jan 24, Eric Cecil marked it as to-read May 25, Iris marked it as to-read Apr 11, Ruth marked it as to-read Jul 16, Kurt marked it as to-read Dec 26, Patricia Vocat marked it as to-read Dec 08, Do you know of the story I was writing about earlier of ee cummings?
JGMcI a song sometimes comes from a poem, and sometimes songtexts are like a poem, so to me its all about the images the words evoke in us. Thanks for contributing. Bei dem Lied handelt es sich um ein deutsches Volkslied, oder in diesem Fall ein Seemannslied. Heinz Sommer, den ich als Verfasser angegeben habe, hat wohl nur den Text vertont. Aufgrund des Inhalts und vielleicht auch der Melodie wurde es wohl unter den Matrosen im 2. Weltkrieg sehr beliebt. Weltkriegs beschreibt. I'm sorry I answered in German, but I don't think my English is good enough to discuss this matter in English.
Comment Hi, here is one I wrote to a friend yesterday in answer to an email she ssent me titled Life Goes On. Life goes on The never ending circle of life goes on Some people die, babies are born Happy times, sad times Laughter and tears We do not see tomorrow Cannot forget yesterday But are living right now With the mystery of today With the sorrow of our happiness With the joy of our fear Struggling and fighting for our right to life Without a question Never wondering why Life goes on Comment Nature's first green is gold Her hardest hue to hold Her early leaf's a flower Yet only so an hour Then leaf subsides to leaf So Eden sank to grief So dawn goes down today Nothing gold can stay by Robert Frost A personal favourite of mine.
Comment Jutta First of all, I am German. Never heard of it.
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I didn't want to post the poem because there might be copyright infringements involved. Cummings died in the s, so his work might not yet be public domain. There are of course countless sites that have published his poetry That age is best which is the first, When youth and blood are warmer; 10 But being spent, the worse, and worst Times, still succeed the former.
Then be not coy, but use your time; And while ye may, go marry: For having lost but once your prime, 15 You may for ever tarry. Oh, I marked the first for another day!
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Yet knowing how way leads on to way I doubted if I should ever come back. Besides, I should equally apologize for writng in English and for the same reason. Once again I am indebted to you. I did try the internet for the information when I first got my computer, but lacked the expertise and never tried since. I love little country streams,sleep without dreams,Sunday school in May and hay And I love you too I love leaves in the wind,pictures of my friends,birds in the world and squirrels I love coffee in a cup,little fuzzy pups,bourbon in a glass and grass And I love you too I love honest open smiles,kisses from a child,tomatoes on the vine and onions I love winners when they cry,losers when they try,music when it's good and life And I love you too and finally a few snippets from an entirely different era that of Omar Khayyam:- 1.
Myself when young did eagerly frequent Doctor and Saint and heard great argument About it and about:but evermore came out by the same Door as in I went. Comment JGMcI thanks for that, I have read all the entries so far and I am noticing how some of them 'grab me' like the song and the poem you contributed. The poem reminded me a bit of 'The Prophet' by Kahlil Gibran, do you know him? And I wonder what it is, when something 'grabs me'?
I believe this is the reason poem memorising never worked for me at school, it was just a chore one had to do, and then the embarrasment of having to present it and not remembering parts. The song conjures up a picture of summer and playtime and outdoor enjoyment, the poem by Omar Khayyam has this lovely old style English, I went and had a look at the sites I could find about Omar and it was interesting to see several different translations done on one site. This is really fun, I am getting a lot out of this thread.
Thanks a lot to everybody. Can we adjust our eyes to the dazzling light behind the open door? Do we recognize their smiles? Are we able to kneel down To speak face-to-face With the children And the old Unable to walk But wise? Sometimes it is hard To admit that one is indeed standing In front of a perpetuum mobile From the new world So what do you think? Comment Something Must Be by Oblivious Something must be wrong with me with all this hurt inside, always bursting with anger, and never any pride.
Something must be wrong with me if all I do is cry, I can't stop this pain all I want to do is die. Something must be wrong with me if my emotions run wild, all this confusion does is make me feel like a lost child. Something must be wrong with me with all these terrible things, always there and never gone depression is what it brings. Something must be wrong with me if I can't stop these thoughts, all this pain does is turn my stomach in knots. Something is truly wrong with me when I think there's only one way out, "Let this pain end," is all my heart will shout.
Not from a famous poet, but it describes my feelings. Comment Lukas: Good job! I like the diving and the mirror. The last stanza is neat, a little cryptic. You might even expand on it, do more with stasis vs. Any others in your portfolio?
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Maybe not great poetry, but good at voicing a feeling many of us have had. Maybe especially those of us up at night surfing the net. Why is the writer 'Oblivious'? Could there be something he or she hasn't noticed? If you can bear some advice, remind yourself that it will pass. Be patient with yourself and others for a little longer.
Der Stille Ozean
Sit back and watch. See what happens. Life has a way of surprising you.