Gargoyles

by Thomas Bernhard

Book Overview

The playwright and novelist Thomas Bernhard was one of the most widely translated and admired writers of his generation, winner of the three most coveted literary prizes in Germany. Gargoyles, one of his earliest novels, is a singular, surreal study of the nature of humanity. One morning a doctor and his son set out on daily rounds through the grim mountainous Austrian countryside. They observe the colorful characters they encounter--from an innkeeper...

• Format: Paperback
• Language: English
• ISBN: 1400077559
• ISBN13: 9781400077557
• Release Date: October 2006
• Publisher: Vintage
• Length: 224 Pages
• Weight: 0.55 lbs.
• Dimensions: 0.6" x 5.3" x 8.0"

Customer Reviews

bad attitude

There's no way I would urge this bundle of negativity onto anyone unless they are prepared to be proactive. Bernhard is an interesting writer, which makes it all the more necessary not to be passive when exploring this bleak worldview. To get an idea of the sort of author you're dealing with here you can Google-search a 1986 magazine interview which suggests pretty clearly that he held humanity in general in contempt. He rather arrogantly derides Thomas Mann and Martin Heidegger as producing nothing of worth. On the positive side, this arrogance and scorn for the opinions of others produces a very truthful style of writing. Of course you get the truth as Bernhard sees it, but he is totally ruthless in his depiction of human flaws. In these pages we see a relentless procession, as a country doctor makes his rounds, of characters who exemplify humanity's imperfections. It is a jarring, ugly view of existence. In seeking to perfect his craft, Bernhard refined his own negative perceptions of the world and dramatized them with excruciating vividness. He has done this so masterfully that it is actually very convincing. Through the crude, bestial, obsessed and feeble-minded, we progress to the final patient, a wealthy, highly educated prince. The prince embarks on an astonishing monologue which takes up over half the book and covers a multitude of topics. This hypnotic sometimes repetitive harangue contains shrewd observations on psychology and family relations among other things but is always bounded by paranoia and an urge for self-destruction. This bombardment on the psyche of the reader could definitely be unhealthy, so if you have any doubts, I would advise you to avoid it like the plague. If however, you feel up to undertaking this novel, it does offer the convenience of owning in one handy volume examples for most of the reasons you should believe that life is a joyless, lonely, hopeless affair. If your goal is to lead a satisfying and worthwhile existence, and you can get around Bernhard, then there is probably hope.

Disease, insanity, perversion, murder, suicide...its "Take Your Children to Work Day" Thomas Bernhar

"The catastrophe begins with getting out of bed," writes Thomas Bernhard, and that one sentence can be said to sum up his view of human life. If you're of a tendency to agree, you're of a tendency to enjoy the work of literature's answer to anyone obtuse enough to tell you to "Have a Nice Day!" Just be sure to have plenty of Zoloft and Wellbutrin XL on hand because Bernhard is potent stuff. If "Gargoyles" were a boxing match instead of a book and Bernhard a fighter you could say he came out swinging hard at the opening bell and faded away in the middle rounds...only to come back stronger than ever to knock you out cold in the end. The minimal plot describes a son who, having returned from university for the weekend, accompanies his physician father on his daily rounds through the countryside. The day starts offs with a brutal murder at a local inn and ends with a visit to a mad prince holed up in his mountain estate. In between, father and son check in on a variety of patients--each one of them a "gargoyle," a human grotesque, suffering from one or another of the awful maladies of existence. Hemmed in by illness, grief, loneliness, age, hopelessness, these poor souls are a parade of human misery, the victims of the horrors that flesh is heir to. The son is the ostensible narrator of these events, but Bernhard has him take a primarily background role, letting the patients and their grim circumstances speak for themselves. This technique culminates in the final one hundred or so pages of *Gargoyles* which are mainly the text of an extended monologue by the novel's most intriguing character: the prince of a large and decaying estate who is clearly on the verge of the sort of insanity that may be the clearest wisdom of all. It's precisely this extended monologue that proves to be the strongest--and weakest--part of the novel. There were stretches where this speech read like nothing more than the ravings of your typical schizophrenic--gibberish interspersed with the occasional gleam of brilliant insight and dark humor--and, as such, became somewhat tiresome. But just when you start to sense your eyes glazing over, Bernard kicks things into overdrive and the prince's monologue becomes a riveting panegyric of proverb and prophecy that relentlessly hammers shut every door that one might have hoped could lead to an escape from human despair. This `madman's monologue,' which at first seems mind-numbingly arbitrary and inconsistent builds in coherence and power until the novel's finale where Bernhard sets off a nihilistic fireworks display of devastating aphoristic brilliance. It's truly one of the great "mad rants" of world literature--a tour de force performance not to be missed. Not without its weaknesses, *Gargoyles* is nonetheless a challenging and rewarding novel that manages, ultimately, to be more than a `mere' novel--but an irrefutable testament to the tragedy of the human condition...a tragedy that, incredibly, is not without its share of

I'm almost finished...

...I have about 12 more pages to go until I reach the end of this novel. So far it's been incredible. At this present moment it is a delicious struggle. Stay tuned...it may gain a star.

Courageous Madness

"In reading, one tries to ignore oneself." So says The Prince, whose monologue dominates this book. My advice I to give to a prospective reader of Bernhard's masterful first novel would be just this: ignore yourself, don't let yourself be distracted as you plunge headlong into this book. I agree with the other reviewer, that this novel starts off like "Winesburg, Ohio" (albeit a strange, violent one) with its glimpses into the "grotesqueries" of its small town inhabitants. But eventually this novel is totally consumed by one of the characters (The Prince) who takes off on a startling, often narcotic, diatribe against society, metaphysics, family, the mind, the body... almost anything one could think of. ...But these are all literary hinges, and thus discountable when it gets down to the bone of things.There are a few hints that the Prince is modelled on various aspects of Bernhard's character, namely, the obsession with reading newspapers and the contempt he had for Austria. It's almost as though Bernhard used the character of the Prince to say what he couldn't say, which isn't so startling in itself (most writers do this)--but it's the manner in which he does it, as well as the subject matter twisted through the rabid mind of the Prince, that sets it apart."I am a barometer that is no longer functioning."

Seems The Most Accessible, Until...

This is Thomas Bernhard's first novel, and at first it seems to be a rambling collection of grotesques in the manner of WINESBURG, OHIO. But then, after the insane industrialist and the boy in the cage, we reach the realm of the prince, and the novel takes off into the territory Bernhard explores in his later books -- that is, breathless, disjointed, almost-incoherent blocks of text. Note that I'm not suggesting this is a bad thing. Here it's wonderful. And although the prince's rant is quite exhausting, it's exhausting in a good way (I had to put the book down a few times during Molly's soliloquoy too, but that doesn't mean it's bad, just perhaps a bit demanding). An obvious choice for any Bernhard fan, and just possibly a good trick to play on someone, who will believe they're reading a naturalistic novel, until....