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The Rings of Saturn

4.27  ·  Rating Details ·  6,218 Ratings  ·  634 Reviews
Ostensibly a record of a journey on foot through coastal East Anglia," as Robert McCrum in the London Observer noted, The Rings of Saturn "is also a brilliantly allusive study of England's imperial past and the nature of decline and fall, of loss and decay. . . . The Rings of Saturn is exhilaratingly, you might say hypnotically, readable. . . . It is hard to imagine a stra ...more
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Published April 17th 1999 by New Directions (first published 1995)
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Paul Bryant
Feb 10, 2015 Paul Bryant rated it liked it
Shelves: novels

In the autumn of 1993 I undertook a walking tour of Sherwood high street in the folorn hope of throwing off a sense of crepuscular ennui which enfolds me whenever I complete one of my walking tours. As I made my way up drab Haydn Road, an epitome of suburban English squalidness, I observed a man walking a dog which could only be a Labrador. The Portuguese explorer-merchants Joao Fernandes and Pero de Bercelos named the land and the canine variety unknowingly in 1500 in a cartographical inexactit
Jul 20, 2014 Miriam rated it really liked it
Shelves: ideas, travel
This is a strange and melancholy journey, not really through Suffolk but through Sebald's mind. With poetry and pathos he narrates a wandering, but not random, series of extended meditations inspired by history and memory, local geography and phenomena, people he meets or sees on television, books he's read. We begin and end with Thomas Browne, moving in between from translation to experimentation, from Roger Casement to Dutch Elm Disease to the Troubles. We also return at times to the hospital ...more
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It was difficult to imagine the holidaymakers and commercial travelers who would want to stay there, nor was it easy…to recognize the Albion as the “hotel on the promenade of a superior description” recommended in my guidebook, which had been published shortly after the turn of the century.

Of course this connoisseur of desuetude, this dreamer on oblivion, tramps about with a lapsed guide book. The better to savor what’s disappeared from the land
This is the third travel memoir I've read* where an author spends time walking around the British Isles and yet, during their journey, seems to spend the majority of their time thinking about somethings, any-things, that are quite different.

When this thought first occurred to me, it made me laugh and think that perhaps Albion should be offended. But, given the books in question and what these literary rambles inspired, I think there really is no choice but to be flattered.

In the early 1990s, Seb
Αν κάποιος μου έλεγε οτι θα μου άρεσε τόσο ένα road-novel, θα κουναγα το κεφάλι μου με δυσπιστία. Δεν πρόκειται μυθιστόρημα, είναι μια μικρή εγκυκλοπαίδεια. Μέσα απο το οδοιπορικό του στην Ανατολικη Αγγλία, το 1992, ξεπηδάνε οι πιο απίθανες πληροφορίες. Πρωταγωνιστής δεν είναι ο ίδιος αλλά η μνήμη, μέσω της συνεκδοχής απο επισκέψεις σε εγκαταλελειμένα ξενοδοχεια, παρηκμασμένα υποστατικά, εργοστάσια, κατοικίες συγγραφεων κλπ. Έτσι, γράφει για τον Τόμας Μπράουν, εναν γιατρό που έζησε κατά τον 17ο ...more
"A linha que separa o bem do mal cruza o coração de cada ser humano. E quem pode destruir um pedaço do seu coração?"
Alexander Soljenítsin

Como todo o leitor merece ler Os Anéis De Saturno e sei que palavras minhas não serão suficientes para vos fazer acreditar nele, transcrevo, do meu exemplar d'A Herança Perdida, alguns excertos (adaptados) do ensaio de James Wood, intitulado A Incerteza de W. G. Sebald, escrito dois anos antes da morte de Sebald:

Mar 17, 2009 John rated it it was amazing
Recommends it for: readers who like meditation & significant stimulation
Recommended to John by: Alexander Hemon
The epigraph informs us that the "rings" of the 6th planet are in fact nothing but rubble. Worse, I can't think of any recent work of imagination -- Sebald published during the 1990s -- that so exposes the wreckage that inevitably results from our strutting & fretting hour on the stage. RINGS is all about wreckage, w/ one quiet, unsettling meditation on destroyed worlds after another, linked by nothing more than a vacation walkabout one August in the Sussex countryside. It's an odyssey w/out ...more
Nov 20, 2010 ·Karen· rated it really liked it  ·  review of another edition
Shelves: in-german
My second outing with Sebald turns out to be a fairly similar experience to the first. His writing is hallucinatory, meditative, ruminative, pondering; it is hard to read without your own mind wandering off into fields of its own, and then returning to the page to find that you're in a new place, new time, and not quite sure how you got there. It feels like those days of fever when you listen to the radio and drift off in between times, re-awakening to find that the documentary you were listenin ...more
Justin Evans
May 23, 2015 Justin Evans rated it liked it
Nobody can accuse me of not trying to understand the appeal of WGS to so many trustworthy readers, but for the life of me, I can't come up with a good reason for his popularity. This review is a really a group review of 'Rings,' 'Emigrants,' 'Campo Santo,' and and Lynn Sharon Schwartz's 'The Emergence of Memory.' I'm putting it under 'Rings,' because this is certainly the best book of Sebald's that I read.

I've asked people why they think Sebald is popular. One fairly broad response was: his wor
Update February 22, 2011:

I just re-read this book a few days ago and reading back on my initial impression of Sebald is both humbling and embarrassing. I kind of missed the point, didn't I?

I still see what I was saying back then, and think you have to either be in a certain mood or be willing to be enchanted into that mood in order to fall in love with this work. Nevertheless, I am glad I didn't give up on him and moved on to read his entire works. This book, on second read, is the least memoir-
Nov 13, 2012 Jonfaith rated it it was amazing
I read this twice, seperated by a most important decade. The second reading was in the early days of our new house. Terms like haunted are often misused, but there is a sense that Sebald elevates the ghosts of maladaption and legacy to a momentary viewing, however stilted.

New homes and a safely surveyed life often prove to be mixed wagers. Sebald grounds one in the quotidian. Even as he unnerves with a passing query, a nagging thorn of dissociation. Commerce and legacy are tainted. The inherito
Sep 11, 2016 orsodimondo rated it it was amazing  ·  review of another edition
Shelves: tedesca
C’è un viandante che negli anni Novanta del secolo scorso se ne va a piedi attraverso la contea di Suffolk, in East Anglia, che non è proprio il primo posto che viene voglia di visitare nel Regno Unito di Gran Bretagna.
Come si vede nella magnifica foto riproposta in copertina, calza stivali di cuoio, invece di scarpe da trekking - racchiude le sue cose in uno zaino informe invece di quelli anatomici. Niente abbigliamento e oggetti tecnici che possano agevolare il cammi
May 12, 2012 knig rated it liked it
Shelves: 2012, taking-the-piss
A travelogue of East Anglia interspersed with random ‘musi-cons’: digressions covering ostensibly unrelated historical events but with an underlying theme of the capacity for human destruction and ‘laying to waste’.

I was really, really, going for it, until a certain moment, my ‘event horizon’, and then, I wasn’t. The book didn’t take I turn: I did. Perhaps unfair prejudice and resentment overwhelmed me and I went over to the ‘dark side’.

I will confess to being an ignoramus: I didn’t know the fir
Mar 19, 2011 Szplug rated it really liked it
Sebald, who is and isn't the narrator of the memory trek called The Rings of Saturn, early on describes the contemplative methodology of the seventeenth century (meta)physician Sir Thomas Browne: he therefore sought to look upon earthly existence, from the things that were closest to him to the spheres of the universe, with the eye of an outsider, one might even say of the creator. This detached and potentially demiurgical approach serves Sebald admirably as he recalls a previous perambulation t ...more
Aug 13, 2011 Tony rated it liked it  ·  review of another edition
Shelves: german
a feeling of repetition ... a peculiar numbness like a grammophone repeatedly playing the same sequence of notes ... Repeatedly I felt as if I were lying in a traumatic fever in some kind of field hospital ...

Sebald's words, not mine. But apt.

Perhaps it's Summer. The tomatoes are ripening but stinkbugs and a chipmunk are fighting me for the harvest. The local nine have teased me after 18 losing seasons but they can not beat the Brewers ever and sometimes not even the Cubs. A new iphone beckons w
Indeed, in historiography, the indisputable advantage of a fictitious past have become apparent: secondary or tertiary worlds as imagined in Tlön, Uqbar, Orbis Tertius manifest themselves from the ideas and representations of the world onto the physical world itself. In the final analysis, says a voice in The Rings of Saturn, our entire work is based upon nothing but ideas. Yet these ideas – or representations – are flimsy as film, and they change over the years and which time and time again cau ...more
M.D. Curzon
Feb 02, 2016 M.D. Curzon rated it it was amazing
'The Rings of Saturn' is a book that stays with you. The fact that I find myself thinking so much about it, long after reading, seems ironic, given that Sebald's focus is on 'impermanence'. In taking what seems to be a meandering walking holiday in East Anglia, the author describes places and people that have now faded into obscurity, but held great importance in their day. From the town that literally fell into the sea, to the great dreams and schemes that have been lost to history, Sebald desc ...more
Despoina Despoina
Το πρώτο βιβλίο του Sebald που διάβασα, η γνωριμία μου μαζί του, ήταν σαν να άνοιξε μια πόρτα και μπήκα σέναν άλλο κόσμο. Πώς υπήρχαν τόσα χρόνια τα βιβλία του στα ελληνικά και δεν τον ήξερα; Τον βάζω στους 5 πιο αγαπημένους μου συγγραφείς για τον τρόπο που σκέφτεται και τον τρόπο που γράφει. ...more

Limpid, lucid, uncategorizable, learned, lovely, reverent, informative, dreamlike, dark, deep, addictive, poetic, Meaningful, unique, seductive....

Here's a part of a small paper I did on this book for a class a couple of years ago. I've been meaning to add this, since I really loved and was provoked by this book...


I intended to write this essay about Waiting For The Barbarians and how the Magistrate’s story is tied in to the desire to become an authentic self. The Magistrate, after a life
Dhanaraj Rajan
Reason for Five Stars

This book gave me a different literary experience. I began the book expecting something and ended up with many surprises. I began the book thinking of it as a piece of literature related to travel. But the book had much in store for me - history, biography, literary criticism, art criticism, science, photography, natural history, etc.

Later I found that this book is normally defined as: Combining the details of a walking tour with meditations prompted by places and people enc
Feb 09, 2012 tim rated it really liked it
Ambling along England’s eastern Suffolk coast, Sebald wanders from inward reverie through outward reverie exploring any and all directions connected to the landscape traversed. I can honestly say I have never encountered a book quite like this. Part travelogue, part historical meditation, part (non?-) fictional memoir. The carefully researched historical vignettes interweave with eloquent reflections of a personal nature. Dreams, war, history and disappointment all bleed into each other, paintin ...more
Jul 01, 2016 Trevor rated it it was amazing
Shelves: 1995
The first W.G. Sebald book I heard of was The Rings of Saturn (tr. by Michael Hulse). Something in the tone of the recommendation and the title of the book made me start to imagine how the book would feel and how I would feel about it — you’ve been there too. I tried to avoid such imaginings, but with all of its positive criticism it was hard to hold back my expectations.

When I began reading The Rings of Saturn I knew next to nothing about the book. Sure, I knew that it was structured as as wal
Oct 04, 2016 Hakan rated it really liked it  ·  review of another edition
sebald bütün dünyayı, dünyadaki her şeyi anlatmak için yazmış sanki. doğa, tarih, insanlık, her şey. her şeyi olabilecek en kısa ve en hızlı biçimde ortaya koymanın yollarını aramış. bunun için edebiyatın imkanlarını zorlamış, geçmişle geleceği, gerçekle kurmacayı iç içe geçirmiş, metinler arasında, disiplinler arasında gidip gelmiş. nihayetinde hatırlayıp hatırlatarak, bilgilendirerek ve hayal ederek ortaya koyduğu karışımın/toplamın "roman" çatısında toplanması, roman için yeni bir tanım ve an ...more
Jun 05, 2015 Josh rated it really liked it
Shelves: 2014
Probably his most known work, Sebald’s The Ring of Saturn shows a mixture of scholarly writing and descriptive photography with a lexicon of words that may seem a bit verbose or may be described as loquacious in nature and is not for the most casual reader; it takes an amount of focus on what is being said and how our nameless narrator’s portrayal of history of past and present in reference to its corresponding areas as he travels by foot mostly (except on certain occasions by truck or bus), on ...more
Adam Floridia
Robert Silman of The New York Times writes “Stunning and strange…like a dream you want to last forever.” Change “dream” to “nightmare,” and I think he’s got a point. The book is teeming with “scenes of destruction, mutilation, desecration, starvation, conflagration, and freezing cold” (94). Despite this, I would still describe it as a pleasant read.

It’s probably best suited for those interested in history, trivia, or just beautiful writing. While ostensibly recounting a long country stroll taken
Stewart Home
Feb 06, 2012 Stewart Home rated it did not like it
"By the time the desert arrived, Alan was talking about The Rings Of Saturn by W. G. Sebald. My companion considered this to be one of the worst travel books he had ever read. Sebald was a Professor of Modern German Literature at the University of East Anglia in Norwich. This overpaid hack had taken the train from his academic base in Norfolk to the Suffolk border and then written an account of his travels south along the coast. Among other things, Sebald claimed to have difficulty imagining tha ...more
Jim Coughenour
Is there any book more melancholy, more gently intelligent, than Sebald's Rings of Saturn? After watching Grant Gee's very fine documentary Patience (After Sebald), I was ready to read Sebald's book again. I first read it in 1998; on reading it again I found I remembered almost nothing except the mood of it – but maybe that's not surprising, as the book is, in a sense, nothing but mood, recounting Sebald's walking trip through Suffolk on the crumbling east coast of England, which turns out to be ...more
Mar 20, 2013 James rated it it was amazing  ·  review of another edition
Shelves: literature
Perhaps the closest approximation in prose I’ve ever come across of how an engaged but disenchanted mind assimilates their cultural heritage with the ineffable eccentricities of individual existence, the ruins and remainders of the past, and the eclipse of all settled meaning.
Tanuj Solanki
Jun 11, 2012 Tanuj Solanki rated it really liked it  ·  review of another edition

Everything wanted him to stand.
Everything was the lethargy he never thought of but knew,
And maybe it made him bolder, enigmatic,
And of a free forehead, a difficult state made possible;
He was a multitude standing erect over an amorphous thing,
As if to exit a time: a stable monument, machine-made.
Nothing below him stirred. He lunged. The fallow fields were smooth like silk,
And faraway, and soft, and silent.
He didn’t feel and there was too much clarity, a whole age had dulled, grey like a st
Maria Beltrami
Nonostante sia stato scritto da un tedesco, è un libro molto inglese. Un Tre uomini in barca senza l'umorismo della famosa opera di Jerome, ma con la stessa maniacale attenzione ai dettagli, nel quale l'osservazione della natura porta a ricordi di ogni genere e a profonde meditazioni filosofiche.
E sarà perché il paesaggio nel quale si muove Sebald è una Est Anglia desolata, un luogo dimenticato da dio e dagli uomini, nel quale la natura dà ormai il peggio di sé e le rovine la fanno da padrone, c
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Winfried Georg Maximilian Sebald was a German writer and academic. His works are largely concerned with the themes of memory and loss of memory (both personal and collective) and decay (of civilizations, traditions or physical objects). They are, in particular, attempts to reconcile himself with, and deal in literary terms with, the trauma of the Second World War and its effect on the German peopl ...more
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“But the fact is that writing is the only way in which I am able to cope with the memories which overwhelm me so frequently and so unexpectedly. If they remained locked away, they would become heavier and heavier as time went on, so that in the end I would succumb under their mounting weight. Memories lie slumbering within us for months and years, quietly proliferating, until they are woken by some trifle and in some strange way blind us to life. How often this has caused me to feel that my memories, and the labours expended in writing them down are all part of the same humiliating and, at bottom, contemptible business! And yet, what would we be without memory? We would not be capable of ordering even the simplest thoughts, the most sensitive heart would lose the ability to show affection, our existence would be a mere neverending chain of meaningless moments, and there would not be the faintest trace of a past. How wretched this life of ours is!--so full of false conceits, so futile, that it is little more than the shadow of the chimeras loosed by memory. My sense of estrangement is becoming more and more dreadful.” 66 likes
“Perhaps we all lose our sense of reality to the precise degree to which we are engrossed in our own work, and perhaps that is why we see in the increasing complexity of our mental constructs a means for greater understanding, even while intuitively we know that we shall never be able to fathom the imponderables that govern our course through life.” 34 likes
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