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Herman Mussert went to bed last night in Amsterdam and wakes in Lisbon in a hotel room where he slept with another man’s wife more than twenty years ago. Winner of the European Literary Prize for Best Novel, and a New York Times Notable Book of the Year. Translated by Ina Rilke. A Helen and Kurt Wolff Book
Paperback, I narratori, 120 pages
Published 1993 by Feltrinelli (first published 1991)
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Ema
I've failed to write a review after finishing The Following Story and now, a month later, I'm tempted to lower the rating (and I'm doing it); the book didn't linger in my mind, the story was almost forgotten the moment I closed the covers.

You know the kind of book that is complex, with beautiful prose resembling poetry in its flourishes, that instead of the simple words uses an array of magically constructed phrases ... Well, The Following Story tried to be such a book, but didn't succeed - at...more
El
Cees Nooteboom lives in Amsterdam. And his name is Cees Nooteboom. Coolest, craziest name ever. No one living in Amsterdam with a name like Cees Nooteboom would write a normal story about normal, everyday sorts of things. That just doesn't happen.

A person living in Amsterdam with a name like Cees Nooteboom does write a quick little fable-like story about Herman Mussert who wakes up in a completely different place where he had gone to sleep the night before. Different country, different currency...more
Michael
When asked by a patient of the particular institution for the mentally ill and dangerous in which I work, ‘What is it [the book] about?’, I, trying to give a quick, honest, understandable but final answer (i.e. limit the follow up questions to avoid crossing professional boundaries), opened my mouth and heard the words, ‘It’s about a man remembering his life.’ I don’t think I would have put it that way if I hadn’t been put on the spot. And it wasn’t until I did put it that way that I could reali...more
M. Sarki
My disappointment in The Following Story is of course only a temporary arrangement constructed as a forgettable dream here in my consciousness. But how a particular book can get so lost on a person like me is astounding. It does not happen often. There are books that arouse in me great feeling and others that relate the truth of who I am, but then others are dead as if I am too, and then I am left feeling totally disheartened. Long ago I quit beating myself up for not understanding a certain tex...more
Cristina
Non esistono risposte, solo domande.
Posso dire uno dei libri più inquietanti che io abbia letto? Lo dico.
Difficile parlare di questo racconto, in fondo non c'è una storia da raccontare, forse non è mai facile trovare una storia nei libri di Nooteboom. Molto hanno in comune i suoi personaggi, che narrano di sè come in un sogno da svegli, un chiacchiericcio interiore, un susseguirsi di associazioni, di pensieri che si rincorrono, che si intrecciano, si sente come un rumore di questi pensieri ch...more
Glenn Russell
Anybody reading these words probably knows the Dutch poet and novelist Cees Nooteboom is one of the finest literary writers living in the world today. Since there are a number of reviews already posted here, in the spirit of freshness, I would like to make several observations about The Following Story and the author in light of what 19th century German philosopher, Arthur Schopenhauer, has to say about aesthetics and the art of the novel.

In the very first line of this short novel, Herman Musser...more
abatage
Hmmm. I might be ignorant and unwise to the true beauty of prose such as this, but for the most part: it's over my head. Is it because it's actually too high brow? Or is it because it's just not that good in the first place?

I'm not quite sure what this story was about, but I enjoyed some of the imagery. I gathered a few themes here and there that went all the way through - it's the 'plot' for want of a better word, that escapes me. In fact, I'm not sure what the point is at all.

I can accept th...more
Jim
Dec 13, 2007 Jim rated it 3 of 5 stars  ·  review of another edition
Recommends it for: People who aren't in a rudh to read a book simply because it's short
Waking one morning in a hotel room in Lisbon having fallen asleep in his house in Amsterdam, the novel's central character – classical scholar, schoolteacher, writer of pot-boiler travel guides, misanthrope, adulterer – begins a journey that ends with a voyage to the origin of the river Amazon where he begins one final journey. He is unsure if he’s dead but it seems likely. He has not aged but he has also been transported back in time to a time when he finds himself embroiled in an affair with a...more
Jim Elkins
I was tricked by Nooteboom's continuing good reputation into reading another of his novels. He has the same slight tickling anxiety about what real culture might be, and the same skating fear of real profundity (caused, I think, by his own sense that he has no access to it), that drives people like Woody Allen to write compulsively about whomever they think is a major literary figure, or whatever they have heard is a major intellectual concept. Nooteboom's books are tumbling landslides of allusi...more
Phil
For the first third of the book (a novella of 115 pages), I vacillated between three and four stars, but Nooteboom's stream of speech prose swept me away. By the last dozen or so pages I was at four stars, but the denouement left me breathless and speechless.

The books opens with the narrator waking up - not unlike Kafka's classic tale, Metamorphosis.

It is swiftly move on to a deeper lever with Ovid's poetic masterpiece, Metamorphoses, ending with a reflection of the life and poetry of the class...more
Realini
The Following Story by Cees Nooteboom

This not a spoiler alert- I will not give the grand finale away, since I do not even know it. And this is the point: I will write about what this book made me think, possible emotions provoked…but they will have little to do with the plot.
The Following Story seemed to be off to a good start, albeit not my choice of reading material. I have a kindle, which after a couple of years died of exhaustion. So I am forced to take books in the backpack that I carry on...more
Nevena Kotarac
Na kraju jednog uobičajenog dana, neposredno prije nego što će usnuti, Herman Musret, bivši profesor latinskog, posmatra fotografiju Zemlje snimljenu iz kosmosa. Sledećeg jutra, kao usisan nekim neobjašnjivim talasom, Herman, koji je zaspao u Amsterdamu, budi se u hotelskoj sobi u Lisabonu. U tom gradu, baš u toj sobi, on se po prvi i jedini put približio plamtećem rubu ljubavi. Danas, kao star čovjek, osjeća da je u Lisabonu da bi nešto razriješio, da bi konačno stigao do nekih objašnjenja. On...more
Marie
I enjoyed it - probably not most people's cup of tea, though. It's very stream-of-consciousness and if you're hoping for a science fiction or fantasy reason why our hero falls asleep in Amsterdam and wakes up in Lisbon, well, you won't get it. It's a dream. It's about death. But I enjoyed it very much.
Marc L
The reviews on Goodreads make clear that this little book leaves no one indifferent: some find it purely drivel, others appreciate it as an ingenious work. I tend to the latter.
The negative comments probably are related to the confusion the reader has to undergo, whilst reading this novel. Nooteboom starts with presenting us a rather clumsy teacher of ancient languages in a college in Amsterdam, suddenly waking up in a room in Lisbon; then the author jumps through space and time, he drags in a p...more
Brian
An instant can last a long time. It can last as long as this short novel. If it were a long novel it could last that long. I don't think you can apply time to an instant.

Time is measured by our physical contact with the world... and with clocks. I think our soul measures time differently. Nooteboom is good with words. And he is great with ideas. When he puts the two together you get something like this book. It's short, in a physical sense, and long in a soulful way.

Herman Mussert goes to sleep...more
Mikael Kuoppala
One of the still-fresh classic openings to a story is waking your protagonist up in truly perplexing circumstances. In Cees Nooteboom’s novel “The Following Story,” the character doesn’t wake up finding himself a bug, but him discovering himself hundreds of kilometers away from where he went to bed in is Kafkaesque enough and equally compelling.

Herman Mussert is the protagonist, a somewhat dislikeable loner, a forgotten scholar. His sleep has taken him from his Amsterdam home to a hotel room in...more
Abi Burlingham
This is a bizarre and wonderful book! I already knew it would be when I spotted it in a lovely book shop in Glastonbury. I was drawn to it immediately, sensing that its oddness would appeal to me and would resonate with my current writing. It has! I loved it. It is the story of a man who goes to sleep and wakes up somewhere else, unsure if he is alive, if he is the same person he was, or not. The tenses shift around, which would be hard to follow, if it wasn't for the fact that this adds to the...more
Stewart
The opening of this book is a simple but bizarre: the narrator, Herman Mussert, a former teacher of Latin and Greek in Amsterdam and now a writer of travel guides, wakes up one morning to find himself in a hotel room in Lisbon, Portugal. The evening before, he had gone to bed in Amsterdam. And the rest of the novella gets even stranger.
Dutch novelist Cees Nooteboom was unknown to me until a few weeks ago when I read a listing of worthwhile books on aging and death in Bookmarks magazine. The li...more
Mariano Hortal
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“La historia siguiente” es una de esas pequeñas novelas con las que de vez en cuando nos sorprende nuestro holandés favorito. En dos partes nos muestra una historia en retrospectiva de construcción de la identidad a través de sus dos grandes amores del pasado. Lo más curioso es que el protagonista, el profesor Herman Mussert, enseña lenguas muertas y utilizará constantes paralelismos que tienen que ver con los clásicos grecolatinos.
Lo bueno de...more
Bob
It starts out as the anti-Kafka - a man wakes up in his bed with the sensation that something is different but finds his body unchanged - instead, having gone to sleep in Amsterdam, he awakes in Lisbon, in the very hotel room where, 20 years earlier, the emotional high-point of his life took place, an affair with a fellow teacher. The narrator was a teacher of classics and refers to Ovid frequently but has now metamorphosed into a travel writer. He gradually tells the story of his one great sent...more
Julia Boechat Machado
Herman Mussert era professor de grego antigo em uma escola de Amsterdam antes de se tornar um famoso escritor de guias de viagem. Uma noite, após ir dormir em sua cidade natal, ele acorda em Lisboa, no exato quarto em que passou alguns dias com a mulher com quem tinha um caso. O estranho fato - como é estranho que ninguém se surpreenda com sua presença repentina no hotel, ou o dinheiro português que ele encontra em sua carteira - leva Mussert por uma jornada que passará também pelo Rio Amazonas,...more
Vincent Odhiambo
I could live in the middle of this book forever. Half the time I stumbled my way through the story reaching out for a sentence that would tether me to the narrative and half to every time I failed. You think this is an unbearable book? You wouldn't be further from the truth.
I don't know of a writer who takes the mickey out of himself at every turn as much as Cees does, a writer who never takes himself too serious deserves pride of place in my sanctum, however unhallowed it might be.
Most of the...more
Patrick
The language was beautiful, and the insights were clever, sometimes even profound. The cover has nothing to do with the book and the title is lame (I keep on thinking the book is called Cees Nooteboom, actually).

The first part was especially eloquent and kept me reading, and was almost a satisfying story/situation in itself. The second part was in someways less fulfilling, as many of the concerns and voice of the first part were amputated, but I have a feeling that was the idea. At any rate, a f...more
Bogdan
When I bought this book I had high expectectations from it, just because reading the book review in a newspaper. But, quite soon after I started reading it, I found that my expectations were much to high. I was hoping for an explanation for why the character awaked in another place and another time, but found only thoughts about life, dream and death. Not even philosophical enough to be considered a novel that seeks answers to some of mankind greatest questions. Maybe other people will find this...more
Lena Palaniyappan
Camus-like, but too contorted for my simple mind.
Evaluna
Este libro le puede gustar a María, mucho latinajo :)
Tamara
There are some lovely sentences here. "Teaching children the language they were already hearing in the echo chamber of the womb long before they were born, and stunting the natural growth of that language with tedious drivel about ordinal numbers, double possessives, split infinitives, predicae nouns and prepositional phrases is bad enough..." He's writing about a Dutch teacher teaching Dutch, but it applies to all of us who "instruct" children in their native tongue...
Tom
Oct 23, 2011 Tom marked it as to-read  ·  review of another edition
Recommended to Tom by: A.S. Byatt
Shelves: european-lit
I'd never heard of CN until coming across a glowing reference essay "Old Tales, New Forms," a chapter in A.S. Byatt's collection On Histories and Stories. B. cites CN as excellent example of modern writers adapting tradition of fairy / folk tales to their work. B. argues that such story-tales are often about and against death, literary forms of postponing mortality through story-telling, a la Scherezade in Thousand and One Nights. A fascinating essay.
Sherri
I wanted to read books by Dutch authors and/or about Amsterdam, and came upon this book by Dutch author, Cees Nooteboom. Most of the action actually takes place in Lisbon, or his imagination/dreamlife. When the protagonist, a classics teacher named Herman Mussert, reminisces about a past love, he decries his paramour's husband as such -" to look like an underdone cutlet and pontificate about poetry, that's too much."
Casper
Het moet een twijfelachtige eer zijn, om gevraagd te worden het Boekenweekgeschenk te schrijven. Natuurlijk, je naam ligt een tijdlang op ieders lippen, het hele land leest jouw boek – of heeft het in ieder geval ter hand genomen om gratis met de trein te kunnen reizen - en je bent eregast op het Boekenbal. En dan? Lees verder
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“So-called real life has only once interfered with me, and it had been a far cry from what the words, lines, books had prepared me for. Fate had to do with blind seers, oracles, choruses announcing death, not with panting next to the refrigerator, fumbling with condoms, waiting in a Honda parked round the corner and surreptitious encounters in a Lisbon hotel. Only the written word exists, everything one must do oneself is without form, subject to contingency without rhyme or reason. It takes too long. And if it ends badly the metre isn't right, and there's no way to cross things out.” 2 likes
“All right, she thought I was a funny little geezer, but my charred Phaethon had impressed her, I was very obviously available, and she was out for revenge. What makes Greek tragedies great is that this brand of psychological nonsense doesn't enter into it at all. I had wanted to tell her that too, but unfortunately conversations consist for the most part of things one does not say. We are descendents, we do not have mythical lives, but psychological ones. And we know everything, we are always our own chorus.” 2 likes
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