A morte de um apicultor
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A morte de um apicultor

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“Foi professor na escola oficial de Väster Vala: chama-se Lars Lennart Westin. Deram-lhe a reforma antecipada quando fecharam a escola primária de Ennora, na margem norte do lago. Sustenta-se fazendo de tudo um pouco, mas principalmente vendendo o mel das suas colmeias, que esporadicamente dão uma produção abundante. Desde que se divorciou vive numa quintarola em Näset, qu...more
Paperback, Large print, 174 pages
Published August 1992 by ASA (first published 1978)
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Lynne King
FINAL REVIEW

Death is the remote limit in the beekeeper’s life. More palpable by far in these pages is the experience of pain, portrayed with a particular poignancy: "for it is through pain that the protagonist, an unabashedly egocentric man, meets his limits and thereby extends the meaning of his life.”

I loved that and it really had a profound effect on me as I really questioned life when I read that.

One of the reasons why I was so taken with this book was the title. There’s something very speci...more
Jonathan
Lars Lennar Vestin is dying of cancer of the spleen, though he refuses to read the letter sent by the hospital confirming (or, of course, he hopes - though the reader knows otherwise - disproving) this diagnosis. He writes in a series of notebooks: Yellow for everyday expenditure, notes about beekeeping, and his reactions to events (such as his relationship with two young children and his life with his ex-wife and lover); Blue for newspaper cuttings, extracts from books he'd been reading, and st...more
Stephen P


At forty years of age Lar's well managed to keep himself distant and enclosed. A divorced father he moved into a hut living solitary, simple, and on the meagre money of raising bees. As in Mosley's Impossible object, however missing the complexity of angles, experience, Lar's believes whoever he will need love from in life will not be obtainable. Depending on another, means to be invaded and what he counts on as do we all, his existing self, dissolved. Where one may build a life of wanting what...more
Teresa
Apr 07, 2014 Teresa rated it 4 of 5 stars
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A Morte de um Apicultor, publicado em 1978, é considerado a obra-prima de um dos grandes nomes da literatura sueca.

Lars era professor e o encerramento da escola obrigou-o a uma reforma antecipada. Divorciado, vive numa pequena quinta com um cão e as colmeias, cuja produção de mel é a sua subsistência.
Ao começar a ter dores, faz exames médicos e quando chega a carta com os resultados, fica no dilema se a abre ou não: ou não tem nada de grave; ou tem um cancro e vai morrer, e se não o souber resta...more
James
I first discovered the writing of Lars Gustafsson several years ago when I found his novel, Bernard Foy's Third Castling, in a neighborhood bookstore. It was such a quirky, interesting and arresting book that I have sought out other works by Gustafsson over the years.
One of these is The Death of a Beekeeper which opens with what Lars Gustafsson calls a “prelude” in which he says good-bye to the readers of this, the last part of his five-volume novel sequence. To some extent it probably reflects...more
Julia
Ich bin immer wieder im Regal meines Bruders über das schmale Bändchen mit dem eigenartigen, sprechenden Titel gestolpert, immer wieder bin ich daran hängengeblieben, doch nie schien mir der Moment zum Lesen gekommen, vor allem, da mein Bruder es als eher nichtssagend abtat.
Doch wie bei fast allen Büchern, die auf einen warten, hat auch dieses letztlich durch meine eigene Vergesslichkeit der eigentlich fürs Wochenende geplanten Lektüre in meine Hände gefunden, und ich bin froh darüber.

Ein über...more
Bob Redmond
Like Maurice Maeterlinck's LIFE OF THE BEE, this is a literary classic on bees. Unlike Maeterlinck's book, it has few explicit descriptions of bees themselves. And yet it shares Maeterlinck's great theme: the meaning of the hive, seen from the other end of the ontological telescope: Gustafsson is concerned here with the individual.

This book--the last of a cycle of five novels--is a post-modern, wispy book, consisting of posthumous ephemera from the fictional narrator's life: diary entries, story...more
Unbridled
The format is a tricky one – could be effective and could be gimmicky if it's not pulled off just right. I'm leaning toward the latter diagnosis. Some nice parts, but can't escape the suspicion that the less effective philosophical asides might be found in the notebook of a high school student. The simple prose, when funny and dry, has the faint flavor of Vonnegut – like this from the first chapter, which had me excited about the book, but was never sustained: "I clearly felt the frog trembling...more
Lisa
Beautiful prose - I really warmed to Weasel, the narrator and the way Gustafsson told different aspects of his story using the different notebooks. I liked how, as the novel and his disease progressed the narrator started to explore his limits, started to, as he said, become real...Will sit on this book for sometime....
Ryan
Still a sentimental favorite. Always always.
Shawn
I enjoyed this strange book, The Death of a Beekeeper. I believe I now have met my quota for reading Swedish books for this year. The book is short, only 150 pages, all about a man dying in the countryside by himself, with his bees. I loved the poetry of it. The protagonist is haunted by memories, many of which I can relate to. My favorite is he remembers the shadows of foliage "flutter on the ground in maelstroms, yes, really in maelstroms." Ah, that's the shit, there. And he also observes that...more
Diamantino Correia
“A humanidade, que ao longo de milhares de anos foi atormentada pela ideia falsa, bizarra e infeliz de que era dominada por uma figura paternal severa e quase cheia de ódio, no espaço de alguns dias descobriu o seu erro.
Em vez dele, havia uma mãe.
Enquanto a existência a cada momento se afastava, a uma velocidade crescente, do estado descritível para entrar num reino para o qual já não existiam palavras, A LÍNGUA COMEÇOU A MORRER.
Um dos últimos fragmentos de linguagem dizia:
SE DEUS EXISTE, TUDO É...more
Vivi Vocat
The novel, written as fragments in the notebooks of the protagonist, is so disjointed, that it resembles more an idea of a novel by a writer who never fully fleshes it out.
There are some beautiful passages, i.e. the gentle precision of prose, the author's eye for odd and interesting trivia, the novel's meditative nature but overall, the storyline is aimless and not particularly coherent.
Stephan Frank
Not the most novel of ideas to develop a very fragmented portray of a dying man posthumously via a couple of shorter entries in various of his notebooks. Despite this lack of originality, however, a brilliant use of language makes this one an interesting, quick read. Of course, to have some aura of authenticity retained, it is impossible for the author (as some other reviewers have complained !) to have his character elaborate on the many interesting topics. Some of the references to astronomy &...more
Leon Phillips
Amazing meditation on death and dying. Gorgeous, poetic.
Piergiovanni
One day, while skiing, the dog of the main charachter of this novel, looses the smell track of his owner: something is changing in the body of this man, and his smell has changed.
This is the story of a bee keeper who finds out to have cancer, the writer says it is just the transcription of the diary that this man left.
There are many deep considerations, coming out of small everday details, there are some deep thoughts about our language, hiddedn here and there ("I, I, I....after just three repet...more
Tiziana
The thoughts of a dying man, read posthumously, as they were written down in three notebooks, each with a different tone and purpose. An exploration in the last months of his life, going back to his past and his memories and testing his imagination. A man stuck in the realm of doubt and hope (because the only thing that could have confirmed his condition was a letter from the hospital which he chose to burn instead of opening it), with pain as his only indicator.
Very interesting in some parts, i...more
Erica
At first, the author's writing style was a bit of a chore to sink into, but it soon happened and this book was quite enjoyable to read. Written as an accumulation of diary entries by a Danish man who is a beekeeper, it tells the story of how his life unwinds tragically ending in his death by cancer. It paints an interesting social landscape.
Rómulo
Jan 14, 2009 Rómulo rated it 2 of 5 stars  ·  review of another edition
Recommends it for: catadores de hielo
Deshilvanada novela presentada como una especie de diario, pero en realidad (a partir del segundo capítulo, en el primero había un rumbo) es una escabrosa arenga filosófica disfrazada de novela. A Gustafsson no le salió el truco. No supo estructurar la obra, mucha escasez de material, el proyecto quedó disperso en los planos.
Thom Dunn
Wonderfully absorbing. Find myself drawn--as Keats by the song of the nightingale--into Narrator's view of his own death, his independence with relation thereto. Want to call out to him, "Don't go just yet ! Stay and talk with me awhile.....about these doctors...."
Katie
Swedish. Simple. Very lovely. About a dying man. The beauty of his daily life is thrown into perspective in contrast to the constant pain he feels as he dies. Very lovely reflections on love and life. Like a less cliche-ridden, more austere "Tuesdays With Morrie".
Hakkalina
My feelings about the book: peace, love

It is short novel, slow flowing, but yet worth reading. A dying man and his view of life, and his thoughts.
Iris
great book, the last of 5 in a series. many great philosophical attempts to explain the topics why life and why pain and why god.
Bernd
Excellent. I love this novel. It's again full of wisdom, but also funny, it excels in the art of digression
Kim
wasnt my cup of tea. some parts were interesting, but overall i felt quite depressed.
Emily Chatten
"Proletarians of pain, unite!" Brilliant!
Lisa
Seems I read the last book of the series first...
Jiann-Chyng Tu
contemplations/nostalgia before death
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Lars Gustafsson is a Swedish poet, novelist and scholar. Hecompleted his secondary education at the Västerås gymnasium and continued to Uppsala University; he received his Licentiate degree in 1960 and was awarded his Ph.D. in Theoretical Philosophy in 1978. He lived in Austin, Texas until 2003, and has recently returned to Sweden. From 1983 he served as a professor at the University of Texas at A...more
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“ The usual heresy consists in denying the existence of a god who has created us. It is a much more interesting heresy to imagine that possibly a god has created us and then to say that there isn't the least reason for us to be impressed by that fact. And certainly not to be thankful for it.” 2 likes
“A humanidade, que ao longo de milhares de anos foi atormentada pela ideia falsa, bizarra e infeliz de que era dominada por uma figura paternal severa e quase cheia de ódio, no espaço de alguns dias descobriu o seu erro.
Em vez dele, havia uma mãe.
Enquanto a existência a cada momento se afastava, a uma velocidade crescente, do estado descritível para entrar num reino para o qual já não existiam palavras, A LÍNGUA COMEÇOU A MORRER.
Um dos últimos fragmentos de linguagem dizia:
SE DEUS EXISTE, TUDO É PERMITIDO.”
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