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Woodcutters

4.3 of 5 stars 4.30  ·  rating details  ·  1,195 ratings  ·  90 reviews
Fiercely observed, often hilarious, and “reminiscent of Ibsen and Strindberg” (The New York Times Book Review), this exquisitely controversial novel was initially banned in its author’s homeland.

A searing portrayal of Vienna’s bourgeoisie, it begins with the arrival of an unnamed writer at an ‘artistic dinner’ hosted by a composer and his society wife—a couple he once admi...more
ebook, 192 pages
Published January 23rd 2013 by Vintage (first published 1984)
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Jason
Ok, let’s just cut to the chase. This work, this novel, this brilliantly flowing diatribe of comic vitriol, is a work of pure consummate genius. The writing, the pacing, the internal dialogue, the word choice, and probably the translation, too (though that is only a guess)—it is all perfect, perfect, perfect. You people will think I’m joking when I say this, but I am telling you: this book is a freaking page-turner.

Woodcutters is the first-person narrative of an over-the-hill, acrimonious gentle...more
Florence (Lefty) MacIntosh
Aug 24, 2013 Florence (Lefty) MacIntosh rated it 2 of 5 stars  ·  review of another edition
Recommends it for: Can’t think of anyone at the moment – need some time…
Recommended to Florence (Lefty) by: Jason Morais
“I eagerly crack open the book and can feel myself getting smarter as I turn the first few pages. At first, even though it is really depressing, this book excites me because it deals with mental health the arts, a subject I am very interested in.”

Do you consider yourself an eclectic reader? Willing to broaden your horizons, now and then explore one of those slightly obscure but much-admired novels? On top of that do you find it next to impossible to abandon a book? Well try this one on for size...more
David
In a prominent, well-trafficked gallery of the Bad Dinner Guest Hall of Fame we should logically expect to find the (unnamed) narrator of Thomas Bernhard's excoriating masterpiece Woodcutters, who not only isolates himself from the other guests, preferring a lone wing chair in the entryway to their generally detestable company, but also spends the better part of the evening mentally dissecting, dismantling, and disparaging everyone who is unlucky enough to fall under his gaze. At the long-antici...more
Szplug
Brilliant, bilious, hilarious, unsettling, a breathlessly intense, sustained novelistic experience that leaves you smiling and strained on the outside, nicked and nourished beneath the skin. By this point in his literary output Thomas Bernhard was a master craftsman, and the narrative voice he conjures for the unnamed—but immensely Bernhardian—writer whose interiority serves as the driving force of this little human engine that couldn't ranks among his very best. Personally, and has always prove...more
Mariel
Mar 07, 2012 Mariel rated it 5 of 5 stars  ·  review of another edition
Recommends it for: I find your gun
Recommended to Mariel by: Bernhard 05
The artistic life. The artistic world.

Writing feels fake to me. Not other people's writing. I mean that me writing doesn't feel natural to me. The more articulate I try to be the worse it gets. This "You're such a fake" voice and a rising of stupidity blush on the back of my neck (my ears get it the worst, in the end). I do it anyway. I like thinking about stuff. I pretty much have to have it or I'll feel even more doldrums and pointless circles than ever. It's the trying to say it all together...more
MJ Nicholls
This excellent monologue combines the acid wit of Sorrentino’s Imaginative Qualities of Actual Things to another book whose title escapes me for the moment but will be added to the review upon remembering. A melancholic and hilarious novel sans para breaks (first Bernhard for me—assuming all of them are similar) told from the perspective of an embittered writer in his twilight years reflecting (after the death of a friend) upon the odious Austrian demi-monde he has been trapped in for too long....more
RandomAnthony
Thomas Bernhard’s Woodcutters is a fascinating, claustrophobic (er, in a good way) book. The novel’s narrator sits in the corner of a party and comments on the attendees, their shared history, the nature of the Vienna art scene, and the subtle, hegemonic nuances of action and motivation.

The party’s ostensible purpose is twofold. First, a celebrated actor, fresh from a triumphant performance in an Ibsen play, is invited but holds up dinner by failing to arrive until late in the evening. Second,...more
Emma
Woodcutters is surprisingly engrossing. Bernhard is clearly some sort of genius as I listened to the narrator, a miserable old goat, spellbound for 181 pages.

The narrator is a thinker and spends most of the book ranting to himself about how unfortunate and overwhelming it is to have found himself at an ‘artistic’ dinner party, hosted by former friends. Brought together again after 30 years by the suicide of their mutual friend, Joana, on the eve of her funeral, the narrator reflects, well, on j...more
Agnieszka
Novel "Woodcutters" takes place during one evening through so-called artistic dinner given by a couple of narrator’s former friends.A pretext for the dinner is a visit of known actor, but the real reason is a suicidal death of their mutual friend, unfulfilled artist Joana . And so a celebration for the actor transforms into a funeral reception .What would come of it?Nothing good except a gripping writing.

Narrator,an uncompromising observer hidden in the shadow,sitting in the wing chair with cont...more
Janice
Have you ever existed within the periphery of a group of friends, or maybe classmates in school? You’re never truly accepted by them. Maybe they use you for your access to pharmaceuticals or because you’re careless/generous with money. They belittle you; you are the butt of all of their jokes, they’re only nice to you when you have something to offer. Then you grow up and move on. You realize these people are shit. That they’re not as smart, as funny, as charming as you thought. You resent them...more
Eddie Watkins
Wherein a man attends a dinner and demolishes a country without leaving his chair (or even opening his mouth); then, high on his own splenetic vituperation, falls in love with it all over again.

But this new "love" is at once sincere, ironic, and deeply conflicted.

Add to this the circular nature of the narrative - the narrator at the end is in a rush to write the book you just read, which makes of the book a verbal maelstrom - and you have one fascinating and fantastic book.

Key quote - Although I...more
Lee
Just re-read after 8+ years: not nearly as funny as I remembered, which isn't what I was expecting, since I re-read it to prep for an essay on Bernhard's humor: hmmm. Laughs at first may have come in part from initial exposure to his intoxicating/detoxifying technology in prose. It's not all bile at all -- the moments of tenderness for his friends and Vienna really stood out this time, as when he shifts into generalizing "we" mode. The style isn't totally refined yet either. I'd almost be tempte...more
knig
A five star which I folded, halfway through. Difficult decision but so it goes. There is absolutely nothing to complain about: in fact I felt cocooned in a security blanket quilted with the reassuring monotone of neurotic repetitive obsessiveness: ‘as I sat in that arm chair’, intones Bernhard over and over again, until its languid whisper acquires the sensual sussurance of a Buddist mantra; chair or ‘Om’, the effect is equally hypnotic and lulling. But. I’m crossing over to the camp who claim B...more
Jennifer (aka EM)
Sep 27, 2013 Jennifer (aka EM) marked it as abandoned-for-now  ·  review of another edition
monomaniacal curmudgeon aka unreliable narrator whom I think doth protest too much spews hate from a wing chair.

lots of words, no point. also no chapter breaks, no dialogue, no plot, no relief in sight. mind-numbingly repetitive - the perfect before-bed soporofic.

this is highly rated and lauded by my very smart friends who've read it - so what am I missing? does it get better? does it get different? is there a reason to pick this up again?

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ETA: To clarify, I have put this on my "abandon...more
Alan
pretty magnificent piece of misanthropy worthy of Swift. In Vienna a very bad dinner guest indeed pours bile (in his head, he hardly speaks and then only to insult or mumble incoherently before falling asleep) on the assembled guests, as they wait for the star actor from the Burgtheater and directly after the funeral of one of the 'artistic' crowd who has committed suicide. Venal, petty, pretentious: a typical bunch of artists and writers and actors, all vying for attention and praise. The narra...more
Jonathan
One of the best of his, no doubt about it. The structure is perfection itself, and the musicality of it (even in this excellent translation) is a wonder.
Agnes Houston
I almost didn't finish this, it took me FOREVER but I did finish it! I'm so proud of myself. I never want to read another book like this again. Don't let me stop you from reading it though, I never claimed to have good taste.
Troy
There's a grizzled New York street-book-vendor I call "Gangster." He's a fortissimo sforzando character, and despite (or perhaps because of) his occupation (book-selling) in the hipster capital of America (Williamsburg, Brooklyn) his tastes are a bit eclectic, and sometimes arcane (or it could be because he, like me, is an autodidact). Whenever he loves anything he'll claim, "they're a [insert following: great/fantastic/amazing/wonderful] stylist." "Matthew Gregory Lewis is an amazing stylist."...more
Juan
Witness the vitriolic rantings of a misanthrope, not unlike those of the Underground man of Dostoevsky (this book could very well be the prolongation of the dinner party in Apropos of Wet Snow in Notes from the Underground).

Woodcutters is a masterfully paced book. Although you can see that the vitriol might be somewhat justified and also slightly exaggerated and distorted in the insistent victimization the narrator claims for himself, the book is so well paced that it is never too much to bear...more
Joseph Nicolello
i'd had woodcutters somewhere high on my mental library awhile, then my physical library a while less, knew bernhard, knew what was going on with this book, and awoke at the crack of a dawn some velvet morning, recently, in a particularly furious mood. i was due into work at nine, no-called-no-showed, thereafter promptly to be fired, which began to trigger a sense of optimism in my almost terminal melancholia, my at-random lethargy taking place at this moment in life i speak of.

i am tempted to...more
Nate D
Utterly vitriolic dissection of so-called artistic society, compromise, and self-deception -- and yet, what keeps striking me is how funny, how entertainingly readable, Bernhard really is.
James
Some books are such products of their place that one simply cannot imagine them being produced in any other place. Only Vienna where institutions have reached fetishistic proportions matched by a paranoia that the city itself has fallen from its former imperial grandeur into provincial stagnancy could this novel have been spwaned. Thomas Bernhard`s loathing of Vienna, and a tiny bit of love, spills over into every page of this novel.

A novel maybe a misnomer, this is essentially a 192 page diatr...more
Mikkel
Had er også en slags adspredelse – en morsom én
I Thomas Bernhards 214 siders monologiske vredesstrøm raser jeg-fortælleren over det hykleriske, wienske kunstnermiljø, men midt i alt hadet findes også små lyspunkter

Jeg smiler, griner og nikker lidt, idet jeg læser beskrivelsen af det absolut modbydelige og frastødende hos os mennesker, vores nederdrægtighed og perverse egoisme, for nogle gange kan det allermest sortsynede være ganske opløftende. Hvorfor? Fordi det er komisk, provokerende, hårdtsl...more
William
The great paradox of this Bernhard narrator is his hypercritical nature, which is often in conflict with itself, and, for the entire book, his utter static physical presence. Indeed, he never moves, except to the next room and back for the whole of the book, which takes place during a single day. The phase he uses constantly is: "I thought, sitting in the wing chair." This unnamed narrator has returned to Vienna for the first time in thirty years, from his self-imposed exile in London.

Since his...more
AC
An excellent Bernhard... clearer and mellower... there is even a positive character in it (!!). Really 4.5 stars.... But that 'positiveness' does take away just a smidgen... ;-)
Ginger De wa
You're at a dinner party filled with a bunch of pretentious arty-type asswipes who you've known for years, and you loathe all of them. The host drinks too much and becomes belligerent, the guest of honor arrives 2 hours late, the soup is served at one-thirty in the morning. Everyone is tired and drunk, and much bickering ensues. You've probably been to this dinner party more than once. Did you go home and write a 300-page book about how horrible your evening was? No, but Thomas Bernhard did.

Wald...more
Xandra
From his strategic position in a frequently mentioned wing chair, the narrator dissects in a borderline crazed monologue the hypocritical spectacle put on by his Viennese acquaintances during an artistic dinner. His acid critique is interspersed with recollections of his recently deceased friend Joana and memories of his younger days and, as the night progresses, the vexatious show of pretense of his hosts exposes the narrator's own falsity, all his actions proven reactionary to the people aroun...more
Jeff
There are some annoying things about the style here, I was coasting towards a three-star review, but later in the book the venom is so spectacularly poisonous that I have to bump to four stars.

The whole book is a single paragraph - Mr Bernhard, did you feed in the teletype a la Kerouac? Perhaps pumped yourself up with massive quantities of benzedrine? Or is the single paragraph thing a common feature of German books?

Some bits are repetitive - he mentions he's "in the wing chair" maybe 500 times,...more
David
Another brilliant piece by Bernhard. This one goes down a little smoother than the rest, a little easier. There's a little more humor (even a few audible-guffaw moments) to go with the ever-present acid.

But don't be fooled, there's still hypocrisy, suicide, and hatred all around. Can it be redeemed by art? That's the question the harried narrator asks himself throughout, and which remains unanswered.

Apparently this is part of a loose trilogy with _The Loser_ and _Old Masters_.

As with all Bernhar...more
Kristy
It isn't comfortable being in the head of the narrator of Thomas Bernhard's The Woodcutters, but once you jump in there, it is hard to pull yourself back out -- this book is difficult to put down, and not only because it is all written as a single paragraph. It is the 1980s and our narrator finds himself back in Vienna after over twenty years of living abroad. He runs into some former friends that he used to idolize in the 1950s, but who he now hates. He confuses even himself by accepting an inv...more
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Thomas Bernhard was an Austrian author, who ranges among the most distinguished German speaking writers of the second half of the 20th century.
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“You've always lived a life of pretense, not a real life-- a simulated existence, not a genuine existence. Everything about you, everything you are, has always been pretense, never genuine, never real.” 32 likes
“Träume und Märchen waren ihr eigentlicher Lebensinhalt, dachte ich jetzt. Deshalb hat sie sich auch umgebracht, dachte ich, weil ein Mensch, der nur Träume und Märchen sich zu seinem Lebensinhalt gemacht hat, in dieser Welt nicht überleben kann, nicht überleben darf, dachte ich.” 10 likes
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