Traumhaft schöne Geschichten aus dem Wilden Osten. »Vor einem Jahr erfüllte ich mir einen langgehegten Wunsch und fuhr mit der Bahn nach Petersburg.« Die einzelnen Episoden dieses fabelhaften Prosadebüts erzählen von einer Stadt, die schon Generationen von Schriftstellern, Künstlern, Musikern - und Lesern fasziniert hat. Die quicklebendige Stadt an der Newa, wo die Pracht der Vergangenheit sich mit den Schrecken der Gegenwart mischt, eignet sich vorzüglich als Projektionsfläche für Schulzes literarische Phantasien.
Ingo Schulze is a German writer born in Dresden in former East Germany. He studied classical philology at the University of Jena for five years, and, until the German reunification, was an assistant director (dramatic arts advisor) at the State Theatre in Altenburg 45 km south of Leipzig for two years.
After oversleeping the events of the night of November 9 1989, Schultze started a newspaper with friends. He was encouraged to write. Schultze spent six months in St Petersburg which became the basis for his debut collection of short stories 33 Moments of Happiness (1995). He has lived in Berlin since the mid 1990s.
Schulze has won a number of awards for his novels and stories, which have been translated into twenty languages, among them into English by John E. Woods.
"Tossing" this book, though that reads like more of a rejection than I really mean. I'm really dropping it in the Better World Books bin near where I live. It has no underlining!
After all, the front cover has an L.A. Times quote, "Fantastic and fantastical!" Who am I to say that these stories are not memorable? But in fact I suspect that the L.A. Times reviewer couldn't tell us a single thing about any of these stories, today. Still, as any decent book, it was not a waste of time to read.
[Original non-review] I'm sure I enjoyed these stories, since I don't finish a book if I find it a drag. But after 10 years I can't remember a thing about them.
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33 Moments of Bleak really. The happiness is fleeting and buried deep in these tales of Russia post perestroika. Short vignettes of Soviet life amidst a harsh climate both personal and political, I struggled with these short stories and never really seemed able to connect to any of the characters. Apparently they are based on a myriad of Russian stories and there's a short glossary at the back which provides some helpful connections. Have to say that unless you have read a wide range of Soviet literature, you'll likely miss many of the allusions.
Too overwhelmed by 33 moments of happiness frankly to give a damn. Perhaps there could have been far fewer moments to endure. While some of the stories were marginally interesting, many were just downright dull. It's an exercise in stylistics, references completely missed by me, and a largely tedious set of exercises at that. Done with Ingo Schulze, I am happy to say. He's had his chance to generate my interest and he's repeatedly failed. He just doesn't seem to have anything to say; that perhaps explains why he needs far too many pages to say it.
After charging in delight hrough the first ten or so stories, marveling at their freshness and gentle fantasy, I gave up on page 212, defeated by the repetition (33 stories is too much!) and the cloying replication of classic Russian prose styles. Defeated.
Wzięłam z jakiejś wymianki, wiem już dlaczego ktoś to oddał (uczynię to samo przy najbliższej okazji). Nie mam pojęcia o czym jest to książka, nie mam pojęcia dlaczego tytuł ma jaki ma, nie wiem co to właściwie miało być. Jest w niej wszystko: od ludożerców, poprzez jakieś magiczne zdarzenia po jedzenie kurzych kup. Ale na końcu znajdują się odniesienia, że jakieś nawiązania do Puszkina, żywotów świętych, Chlebnikowa. Więc może to ja jestem niezbyt mądra 🤷♀️ Po raz kolejny przeklinam cechę „nieporzucania” książek 🤯
2.5 I'm not literate enough in literature to recognize all the inside references, winks and nods, that Schulze injects into these stories; and this is after looking at the editorial notes in the back.
Some of the stories were interesting,if not bleak, while others I simply wasn't sure anything was happening beside author stylistics.