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Grandmother is Mother s mother Before coming to live in her house, we didn t even know that Mother still had a mother.We call her Grandmother.People call her the Witch She calls us sons of a bitch Once upon a time, the time was unpredictable The innocence was lost in the demonic smoke of war and brutality of mature years took refuge in the childhood of Lucas and Claus They left their home and entered a house and along entered a Notebook in which the words were written without exposing them Grandmother is Mother s mother Before coming to live in her house, we didn t even know that Mother still had a mother.We call her Grandmother.People call her the Witch She calls us sons of a bitch Once upon a time, the time was unpredictable The innocence was lost in the demonic smoke of war and brutality of mature years took refuge in the childhood of Lucas and Claus They left their home and entered a house and along entered a Notebook in which the words were written without exposing them to the sensitivity of daylight In the world full of hatred and sins, they both were love and redemption for each other They did many things which were enough to pass all sorts of judgment on the fateful twins but not good enough to claim anything with absolute surety A new phase soon commenced and the rest is a dreaded futurePhysical wounds don t matter when I receive them But if I had to inflict them on someone else, that would wound me in a way I couldn t bear.Years passed, innocence returned in the form of a different soul but despair prevailed Lucas was alone this time and to play among the well crafted lies and the ugly truths became a survival tactic for him The notebook rejoined the new picture as a Proof and began to discern the latent image of Lucas s other half Meanwhile, the aftermath of war was apparent everywhere Forged identities, depressed lovers, struggling artists, frustrated relationships, unfortunate deaths The virtue of fatherhood was a single escape from vices galore and turned into a dominant force in propelling various lives but eventually met with a tragic end The rest is a dreaded futureI say, I don t want to I d rather play with your children My brother says, My children don t play What do they do They are preparing to make it through life I say, I made it through life and haven t found anything My brother says, There s nothing to find What were you looking for You.Metafictional madness assumes a bigger role in telling of a Third and final Lie Stories within stories unfold themselves but it s difficult to recognize the true nature of bewildering reality and the surreal fiction created out of the lives of Claus and Lucas The borders of past has turned into the thresholds of present but crossing them could be a life changing decision Someone is going to die and someone will be left behind Who is Who is impossible to answer All that remains are words Some of them are weaved together in a manuscript to weave together lives and some are engraved on tombstones as epitaphs of loved ones The rest is an unreliable history.My Reaction Huh On a serious note and as the clich goes, this is the most powerful book I have read till date Kristof has wickedly captured the agony of people during WWII or simply War with her terse and refined prose Her style is unique and deceptively vivid with hard hitting sentences which take no prisoners On reading this trilogy , I felt as if I was in this huge house with several life sized mirrors and no matter how much I tried to keep a watchful eye, it was not easy to spot the difference between real and reflected images Within sight but not within reachLife is the invention of a non God whose evil surpasses understanding.The nature of good evil and its sources are hard to grasp The circumstances which compel a person to act as a Grim Reaper or the Messiah of Life makes no distinction between a child and an elderly person but one thing which must remain constant during bleak times as a profound consolation is the presence of love and the bonds it gives birth to Everything else becomes ridiculously overrated With this idea, Kristof s trilogy makes way for both sinister and endearing tales and questions the very truth which govern a civilized and barbaric world Highly Recommended with Five 5 Stars Of the three books, The Notebook is my favorite, primarily because the narrators are children It probably says a lot how we, as a reader react differently to the actions of children in contrast to adults Recently, another review of Lazlo Krasnahorkai s harrowing story of abuse of power and wartime Hungary, The Melancholy of Resistance, observed that the other reviews presumably mine included were mostly perfunctory in their praise Well, there s nothing perfunctory about my admiration for Kraznahorkai s gracefully contorted writing, or the eerie, perceptive allegoriy he spins in Melancholy But even so, it wasn t a book that gripped me by the throat and wouldn t let me go It wasn t seered v Recently, another review of Lazlo Krasnahorkai s harrowing story of abuse of power and wartime Hungary, The Melancholy of Resistance, observed that the other reviews presumably mine included were mostly perfunctory in their praise Well, there s nothing perfunctory about my admiration for Kraznahorkai s gracefully contorted writing, or the eerie, perceptive allegoriy he spins in Melancholy But even so, it wasn t a book that gripped me by the throat and wouldn t let me go It wasn t seered violently into my brain In short, it wasn t Agota Kristof s The Notebook, the Proof, and the Third Lie I answer that I try to write true stories but that at a given point the story becomes unbearable because of its very truth, and then I have to change it I tell her that I try to tell my story but all of a sudden I can t I don t have the courage, it hurts too much And so I embellish everything and describe things not as they happened but the way I wish they had happened She says, Yes There are lives sadder than the saddest of books I say, Yes No book, no matter how sad, can be as sad as a life Also a harrowing account of wartime Hungary and its almost eternal aftermath, this single volume trilogy is somehow bothscathingly real and farambiguous Real in that Kristof gives every indication that this is an attempt to deal with her actual, lived experiences, and ambiguous in its often bizarre utilitarian morality and initial sense of sheer contextlessness.All three parts are brilliant and resonate incredibly elegantly with eachother, but the first novel The Notebook is most focused, intense, and unique in its sense of austere perfect horror The story is that of two hyper rational precocious twins joined into a single indistinguishable first person plural narrator surviving and probing at their broken, compromised world in a murky wartime So rational, these twins, that it s quickly certain that they re either complete sociopaths or perhaps the sanest conceivable residents of a universe completely fallen off its bearings It s impossible to pull away from, a nightmare of depravity and deprivation rendered with a dispassionate objective precision that allows the unspeakable to be told, while somehow amplifying the dead eyed horror of it all And it s remarkably entertaining for all that, somehow And desperately sad even through its frigid cold As I said, I couldn t stop reading for anything And this first part generated such momentum that it carried me through both subsequent books which continuously expand upon and annihilate all that comes before and eachother in two short days Unsurprising, then, that I first heard of this from someone who read it all in one day.This is writing that takes every risk in order to fight its way off the page and burn brilliantly all around the reader, writing that cannot be escaped, writing that must be read Urgent, scathing, deadly The Notebook, The Proof, The Third Lie Three Novels My copy is published under The Book of Lies My first book of 2012 is a favorite I am a lucky dog I never wanted to stop reading them You may have heard this a lot I definitely have as I am an identical twin about twins being two halves of a whole That you don t know where one ends and the other begins I don t know where this story ends and where it begins Where the thread of influence ends, if the tug on my line is going to reach s The Notebook, The Proof, The Third Lie Three Novels My copy is published under The Book of Lies My first book of 2012 is a favorite I am a lucky dog I never wanted to stop reading them You may have heard this a lot I definitely have as I am an identical twin about twins being two halves of a whole That you don t know where one ends and the other begins I don t know where this story ends and where it begins Where the thread of influence ends, if the tug on my line is going to reach some bottom of some well or go on falling forever and I ll wait to hear the telltale splash I can t stop thinking about it and it feels like I am still reading it I m waiting to tell if it is a truth or if it is the lie It is waiting to hear what you cannot live with as a truth The lie is to yourself The truth about what it means to be alone and if you can ever be another person I love you You don t love me You love me I don t love you It s okay We re going to kill everyone who stands in our way Lucas Claus Claus Lucas An anagram The twins could be the kind of anagram like how evil can be live Or vile Mix a letter and presto it is the same It is interesting to be an identical twin It is the closest you can get to knowing how it feels to be another person People you meet who will treat you one way because of how you look The same upbringing and the same genetic one in a million lottery chances How enough light could photo synthesis this shit to want to live Nature and its backhanded complimentary nurture Enough bad days Starvation Feeling enough that you re not alone when you look around the faceless This other face you could see in the mirror Or the little bit you have to go feels too far because you get to thinking it should be coming to you.I don t know how to explain the feeling I had It was a kind of faith that wasn t really faith, if that makes sense Like being under water and trying to sing anyway and all of the words come at once and they mean so many different things The words come out bubbles by the time they float to the top they probably aren t bubbles any More like a supplanted desire All I ever want from a story is to be there and judge for myself from the community of expressions, movement, actions and words Is therebehind it Could it be anythingif only I could take it and run away with it It means everything to me to have all the working parts to figure it out for myself with what mother nature the, er, author has given me Agota Kristof is the answer to my prayers Or was it just my dreams Please forgive my questioning mood These books were fairy tale like to take me back to a childhood of the hows, whys and good and evil not sorted into their respective edges yet Lucas and Claus present as one person They live with their witch grandmother in a fairy horror of Nazi occupied Hungary This might be bad of me I haven t decided yet that I was on their side in their exploits and experimentations I was one of them What are we going to do, my twins I ll hold my breath That s character building Were they, really Was it Lucas or was it Claus severed at the conjoined will Did he lose his might The image of one twin heading off the frontier and the other going back to grandmother s house in communist Hungary haunts me Please don t let it be true Was any of it love and when will the will return If no one can know another person than this is the under the bridge version of that The belly of that is the same It has to be filled with the same guts Do I not bleeeeeeeed The lie or the truth did the mother leave them, was one a poet and the other less I feel like it could all be true and it s the anagram thing of switching out the letters The whole needing anybody else The distance whole or otherwise I feel like Agota Kristof showed me how that happens and what the other side of the distance feels like I have only known my own My letters And I have no clue how to arrange those to communicate to anyone else why this book meant so much to me So if you can believe me I could talk about moments that haunted me When Lucas listens to record with the little girl He has forgotten how to live and now he s forgotten how to let go The notebook written in for the other to finish Lie to me.P.s Nate s review is the best Thank you, Nate Goodreads is the best website ever.P.s.s And the writing of war and communist Hungary is some kind of magic It is Is it what no body wanted One day I am going to write one of those amazing reviews other people write Why can t I write them for books like this I m a Lucas The notebook pages have a space to fill You can write in it When I was younger, I used to have a recurring dream about a world I haven t experienced in real life I found myself in a place that was being bombed I was hiding inside a house, a deafening noise around me through the windows I could see the planes and hear the explosions I was living intensely in a dimension that was at war I felt the terror, the helplessness I have no idea why I had those dreams I haven t lived through a war, I don t know how bombardments feel like But my dreams felt When I was younger, I used to have a recurring dream about a world I haven t experienced in real life I found myself in a place that was being bombed I was hiding inside a house, a deafening noise around me through the windows I could see the planes and hear the explosions I was living intensely in a dimension that was at war I felt the terror, the helplessness I have no idea why I had those dreams I haven t lived through a war, I don t know how bombardments feel like But my dreams felt real nonetheless It could have been my reality in another life, if I were to believe in it Or it could be the reality of my dreams, a realm where my mind continues to live without my body gota Kristof lived through a war but she writes her novels like they were a dream We are never sure what is real and what is imagined, where the truth ends and where the lies start Twins with a single voice, a common life it could well be just one person who dreams a lonely, scarred soul that can t bear the loneliness and torment And yet the dream might be true we can never be sure Three versions of the same truth We could pierce through the veil of lies and take a glimpse of the bare truth But we might not find ourselves in the right dimension a truth in one world could be a lie in the other.What if we lived in a dream Its reality is different than the one we find when awake I sometimes wish I could live a bit longer in the realm of my dreams Mysterious cities, incredible adventures Being able to kick the ground and rise in the air, flying above the city We should be able to choose the reality we desire, the one that makes us happy We should be able to live in the reality of our dreams our mind does not need our weak body there.The twins do everything together, their voices are one Their will is already strong, bent to no one They help if they feel it is justified, but never because of being asked An unscrupulous correctness down to the smallest details And,important of all, exercises to toughen the body and spirit They learn to face hunger, pain, injustice they learn to live with cruelty and death they learn what it is to be blind and deaf.They observe and never judge, but they resort to vengeance when deserved their law is the Old Testament law They accept every experience without a flinch or wonder they observe and learn They tread the path of cruelty and promiscuity or is it the path that leads to primitive life, to the original nature of man Are they sociopaths or do they represent the new man, the product of a world at war The twins defy the terror around them They have their own path, their own law They feelscared in a crammed cellar than roaming the deserted streets, surrounded by bombs and soaring planes Valiance, recklessness, or maybe it is indifference We perceive the war through their eyes the foreign soldiers, the deportation of Jews, the atrocities committed It is a twisted world with an ugliness, cruelty and depravity distorted to the point where it becomes absurd, irrational, sickening The twins are surrounded by a new town of Babel, where the law of survival prevails.This novel is one of the saddest and most shocking I ve read But the saddest of books can never be sadder than a life, Kristof says How much can a human being endure If you search for a meaning of life, there is none, she says What about love, the universal elixir of happiness The twins exclude the word and the notion of love from their lives But what is the bond between them, if it is not love Their experiments deny human feelings and weaknesses they challenge hunger, pity, attachment They go even further they try to break their bond They attempt the ultimate experiment, dividing one being into two halves It s no longer a matter of happiness, because the important question is can the two beings survive Do they know how to live on their own separate way Read this novel Read it and experience the pain and the sadness You ll be sick, disgusted, tormented When you ll close the book, you ll realize you won t be able to smile for a while You ll feel like you ve really lived through a war You survived, but you d rather be dead The world of lies won t suffice any ( DOWNLOAD EBOOK ) ☹ Trilogia della Città di K. Il grande quaderno - La prova - La terza menzogna ♆ Quando Il grande quaderno apparve in Francia a met degli anni Ottanta, fu una sorpresa La sconosciuta autrice ungherese rivela un temperamento raro in Occidente duro, capace di guardare alle tragedie con quieta disperazione In un Paese occupato dalle armate straniere, due gemelli, Lucas e Klaus, scelgono due destini diversi Lucas resta in patria, Klaus fugge nel mondo cosiddetto libero E quando si ritroveranno, dovranno affrontare un Paese di macerie morali Storia di formazione, la Trilogia della citt di K ritrae un epoca che sembra produrre soltanto la deformazione del mondo e degli uomini, e ci costringe a interrogarci su responsabilit storiche ancora oscure Toughening exercises.resistance.a composition.War..mortal solitude..a compositionLove.objectivity..a composition.Truth..lies.a composition.Words..immortality..a composition.The sharpened graphite moves silently in the dark attic on naive white paper sheets, reciting nightmarish trepidation Every thought, every word emitting a chaotic soul finds refuge in the scribbling of the graphite Amid the sirens of an air raid, it moves zealously New pages are explored as th Toughening exercises.resistance.a composition.War..mortal solitude..a compositionLove.objectivity..a composition.Truth..lies.a composition.Words..immortality..a composition.The sharpened graphite moves silently in the dark attic on naive white paper sheets, reciting nightmarish trepidation Every thought, every word emitting a chaotic soul finds refuge in the scribbling of the graphite Amid the sirens of an air raid, it moves zealously New pages are explored as the skeletons swing to the sad tunes of a harmonica like couple of wind chimes It does not fear the stomping of the soldiers, the shots of a rifle, the abuse of an old lady The pencil is fearless It seeks truth, it endures lies It keeps on moving even as agonizing cries of a rape fills the air, as pigs grunt to the sight of a shimmering knife and fresh graves are born under the vegetable beds in the garden The pencil writes the darkest desires, the chaos of solitude As the houses are destroyed, streets get vacant the notebook overflows While Harelip embraces the dog on her bare skin Lucas writes Claus writes As Clara embraces Thomas Lucas writes Young Mathias writes too Victor wants to write To the sound of the detective movie Klaus T writes Writing helps Words release the excruciating pain that does not find a listening ear or an obliging mouth She says, Yes There are lives sadder than the saddest of books I say, Yes No book, no matter how sad, can be as sad as lifeIt is the universal truth nobody wants a war Wars begin on a lie It further creates a complex mesh of lies The lies then slowly seep into the innocent lives and become a concrete part of the living Wars arise from the world of Utopian delusions People live in a deluded world that the war has gifted them If a war is commenced to bring happiness to the land, then why does the land become a grave to happiness Lives that find death cruel for being denied the frosty embrace, plead other lives to bless them with death To ask a life to release another life is not the liberation that a war should seek Kristof with her lucid text makes it crystal clear, that a war torn land can be reconstructed and restored to normality as if it has been untouched by conflict Sadly, it is the shattered lives that do not get the respected privilege The wounds of the war breathe with the people as long as they live, which at times can seem forever The war may restore the buildings, but it cannot restore the dead Laws can exonerate the innocent lives that were executed But, can it restore Clara s grey hair to its original sheen Can the war restore the lost youth that it ravenously swallowed The only gifts that war ever bestows on the privileged citizens are the art to kill and an impassive life, dwelling in the abyss of mortal solitude Lucas Claus knew the exact precision of killing a life War had taught them the skill At times, they would offer a vulnerable life the gift of death if one mercifully begged It was not something they sought to do, but absolutely needed to do The brothers had triumphed over every aspect of pain, be it heat, hunger, cold or anything that causes soreness They never cried even when their grandmother abused them or people in the streets heckled them with tortuous condemnations They could defend themselves just as they defended Harelip The war had taught them The war had become their school Mathias did not cry either The war had taught him too Kristof meticulously brings a world where one is fortunate to glimpse the next sunrise or the magical sunset People do things not because they desire to it is absolutely needed to A place where nauseated absurdities thrive in normality A place where humanity wanes in a treacherous barter systemTwo or three hundred of them pass by, flanked by soldiers A few women are carrying small children on their backs, or cradled against their breasts One of them falls hands reach out to catch the child and the mother they must be carried, because a soldier has already pointed his rifle at them Kristof s trilogy which begins with the twins arriving at their Grandmother s house in Little Town, is a war in itself Alongside the periphery of the country s war, each of Kristof s characters is a casualty of a simmering private war The atrocity of the external war trickles down bringing an internal chaotic conundrum Fear and grief become the only recognizable sentiments For some of the characters the war had begun much before their country knelt to the brutal conflict Lucas becomes an integral part in this trilogy His life explores the inconsistent terrains of war, communist acquisitions, counter revolution and later on the capitalist environments It is evident when later Claus confirms the doubts by declaring,It is a society based on money No place for questions on lifeAlthough, Lucas is an interesting character it was the characterization of Harelip, Mathias and the Officer that intrigued me the most Harelip s desperation of finding love Mathias struggle to find a place in societal regularity and the isolation of the Officer from his asphyxiated love , made me ponder on whether if given a chance would they hold a placard pronouncing , Don t come in the world of mine Akin to her characters, Kristof s prose if simple yet convoluted Maybe, even equating to the onset of a war Eventually, a war finds its conclusion A war victim never gets that privilege A war creates heroes of men, but, has the war ever thought about the women and children who have been victims and will live in deathly solitude and eternal pain As life progresses, memories may fade, pain may diminish, but it does not disappear Are men the only heroes of the war Kristof audaciously makes this pointIt s like an illness A sort of illness of the soul..excessive solitude Mortal solitude becomes a major salient feature of the war Kristof gives the state of solitude a demonic personality The desperation that stems from loneliness blurs the lines between fact and fiction Truth and lies amalgamate into an obnoxious lattice of desire and loss The dead are woken up by stubborn memories that never fade sex becomes a lucrative trade in the ongoing barter system, forlorn emotions seek refuge in objective love the panic of old wounds reopening and the skepticism over validity of the dead that are found everywhere and nowhere It is in this curse of solitude that one seeks the comfort of a graveThe best place to sleep was the grave of someone you have loved Lucas, Claus, Victor and the others struggle to free themselves from the ugly depths of solitude nonetheless it was only seclusion what they searched to write their nightmares Peace was a rare commodity in their lives Is death then a better option As one of the twins says,I tell him that life is totally useless, that it s nonsense, an aberration, infinite suffering, and the invention on a non God whose evil surpasses understanding All is not lost, as Kristof elucidates that beneath the ruthless layers of desperation, there lies the strongest bond of love which survives the atrocities of the warLove is not a reliable word.It lacks precision and objectivity Kristof evaluates the idea of the so called normality of love In the incongruous world of war could normal love ever survive All the characters in the book are in a frantic struggle to find love and be loved The burgeoning solitude leads to the desperation of desiring a sense of belonging With abandonment comes the wish for of a touch, an embrace irrespective of the methods and act of achieving the idea of love The pain of promiscuity, incest and at times even rape takes a backseat when it comes to being loved Kristof compels you to question the normality of love Who is to decide the regulations of love Who is to define rationality of love The soldier who rapes numerous women and goes home to a loving wife and a child The men who fathered bastard children who were left at the orphanage Or those who suffocate homosexuality If you ask Victor or Lucas or Harelip or Clara or Yasmine or even the Officer who listened to the gramophone while desiring death, they may probably tell you that in the absurdities of love one seeks its normality, similarly as one seeks humanity in the inhumanity of the warI m convinced that every human being is born to write a bookhe who writes nothing is lost, he has merely pass through life without leaving a traceStories perish beside the bodies in the grave While death justifies the treachery of life, it fails to recognize the agony of its journey words are then needed bestow immortality In this saga of love and separation, Kristof bequeaths the said honor to the lives of the anonymous war victims by immortalizing their plagued existence through her genuine words I jot down couple sentences, stare, cry, smile and then go back to those words as if they were mine Clutching the pages, I walk down the empty streets , the songs of the harmonica still lingering in the cafes, the blue building priding the street, the bookseller s shop is open Joseph s horse drawn wagon lurking at the door The desk is vacant, not a soul in sight Next to the stack of books, a set of blank pages blush to the flirtatious breeze A note Chapter title eternal words The pencil in my hand smilesgota Krist f Some Quotes from Robert BressonI simplify everything, first by elimination on paper and then, muchso, during shooting, so as not to over burden the pictures, so as not to render them opaque The poetry, if there is any, comes from the tautness It is not a poetic poetry, but a cinematographic poetry It arises out of simplification, which is only adirect way of seeing people and things The sound of a train whistle conjures up the whole station Once I heard someone bein Some Quotes from Robert BressonI simplify everything, first by elimination on paper and then, muchso, during shooting, so as not to over burden the pictures, so as not to render them opaque The poetry, if there is any, comes from the tautness It is not a poetic poetry, but a cinematographic poetry It arises out of simplification, which is only adirect way of seeing people and things The sound of a train whistle conjures up the whole station Once I heard someone being whipped through a door, and then I heard the body fall That was ten times worse than if I had seen the whippingWhat hasprolonged, profound and intimate power Torture porn and graphic gore or the implied violence and cruelty in films like to stick with BressonMouchetteIt is clear what the intention of a book likeAmerican Psychowas, and yet aside from the shock factor its vivid and detailed carnage is ultimately hollow It is impossible to have an interest in 20th century Central and Eastern European Fiction and not come again and again upon books saturated with violence, horror and brutality And yet what is fascinating is the range of different approaches to this same source material There are writers who, in an attempt to force the readers gaze onto this horror, describe rape and murder in vivid, beautifully crafted detail There are others, and Kristof is one of them, who areof the Bresson school They believe that an artist can gesture towards this darkness, and, if that gesture is correctly coded, can prompt an internal act of creation in the reader viewer This self created horror is, by its intimacy, its closeness, imbued with unique power The station conjured up by the sound of the whistle is mine, and only mine, it is provoked from me by the artist and thereby comes ready weighted, as infinite in detail as my mind allows I am a witness of the station, as I can become a witness of this brutality So, yes, this is a novel or three novels in one though it truly works best as a whole whose writing is sparse, crystalline, poetic Facts are spoken simply, though they are often staggering in their ferocity The first novel in particular is a masterpiece of concision and self control But then, upon reading the second and third novels we find that, in fact, this control is not simply an authorial device It is a coping mechanism, an indication of the psychological damage done on the twins and, as such, deeply moving in and of itself It becomes clear thatThe Notebookis, in fact, a notebook kept by the twins or it may even be something else though I will not spoil too much of the development by going in to that here They were Bressonian by necessity To be otherwise would have been unbearable For Kristof too, one gets the sense that her own lived experiences render any other approach impossible This is, I think, the first novel I have read where the narrative style becomes, on a purely formal level, imbued with such sorrow It is masterfully done There are similarities with The Painted Bird and The Museum of Love which is deserving of much wider readership , though this surpasses them as, in my opinion, both are guilty of on occasion falling in love with their own lyrical evocations of violence Kristof never allows her ego such luxury Read it An exquisite pain, a welcome disturbance, the anti Tractatus Logico Philosophicus I often find myself defending books that people call depressing, claiming that there s so muchto it than the surface suffering, death and decay McCarthy s The Road is at once a love letter to his son and an extended border case, a proving ground for philosophical ethics Faulkner s As I Lay Dying is not just an epic farce, but a highlight of modernist form expansion, a cubist novel Kafka is funny There wi An exquisite pain, a welcome disturbance, the anti Tractatus Logico Philosophicus I often find myself defending books that people call depressing, claiming that there s so muchto it than the surface suffering, death and decay McCarthy s The Road is at once a love letter to his son and an extended border case, a proving ground for philosophical ethics Faulkner s As I Lay Dying is not just an epic farce, but a highlight of modernist form expansion, a cubist novel Kafka is funny There will be no such defense here This book destroyed me in some ways that will never be repaired Perhaps that is a bit grandiose The prose is stripped down, dehumanized as many have noted reflecting the devastating effects of war And we can t blame this on the translator as this edition has three, all of which present nearly the same sparse active narrative And that Kristof s work is at the same time incredibly complex is a wonder.The fourth lie The shifting point of view as well as the characters themselves raise the question of identity Does Lucas really have a twin or is this a coping schizophrenia In the third book we get a plausible way to defend either position But thinking about which is the stronger or correct interpretation invites a hall of mirrors vertigo The first book is The Notebook The text is written by the characters themselves The second book is Lucas narration the first book becoming the proof of his identity entitled The Proof But Lucas admits that he has continuously gone back to revise and edit, to delete that which is superfluous, to leave only that which is essential And so, in the third book, The Third Lie, we lose our footing completely What is truth and what is artifice You will have to be the judge For my part, I think Kristof wants us to accept that what is essential is what is true that our selves have little to do with the superficial facts of the matter which are constitutive of our lives in only a limited sense In fact, like Lucas, we construct our self for ourself, revising day by day would Sartre smile here And if we don t recognize this, we miss the chance to manipulate the art of the artifice Contains spoilers By the time I had finished this trilogy of novels I had no idea what had happened I though of Escher s famous drawing in which one hand draws another hand drawing the other hand Except to properly represent the procedure Agota Kristof adopts in these short novels one of the hands should contain an eraser and be in the process of eliminating the hand that is drawing it.In the fractured society she creates in the dislocated time in which these characters have to live and in th Contains spoilers By the time I had finished this trilogy of novels I had no idea what had happened I though of Escher s famous drawing in which one hand draws another hand drawing the other hand Except to properly represent the procedure Agota Kristof adopts in these short novels one of the hands should contain an eraser and be in the process of eliminating the hand that is drawing it.In the fractured society she creates in the dislocated time in which these characters have to live and in the desolate location where the twin boys who are central to this story are brought to live, there is no certainty, except the usual one death Those two boys names unknown in The Notebook tell a story that is frequently startling in its plainly told brutality They narrate in the first person plural like the boys in The Virgin Suicides and so we are there with them, horrified that we can begin to see and comprehend the world as they do We begin to feel included and implicated in their we Kristof s great skill is to always be convincing as she brings us through the process by which to better survive the wartime situation of which they are unavoidably a part the twins rid themselves of all instinctive feeling and manage, by a series of exercises, to locate all pain outside of their bodies By this method they can be witness to the most distressing events and be, apparently, unaffected They have an anthropologist s detachment in viewing the circumstances of their own lives they beg, for example, not for money, but to observe people s reactions It also means that they are prepared to aid others in what, in other circumstances would be thought to be acts of empathy and kindness, but are in the boys world view merely practical solutions to a dilemma of which they have become aware The extent of their detachment is made especially clear in a final act of stark, numbing nonchalance.And then we becomes he and one boy is lost and one boy is lost without him The he has a name now, Lucas, a young adult, functioning to some degree in society and displaying some sense of humanity by giving shelter to a young woman and her baby He evinces little warmth however and as the baby becomes a boy he is savagely protective of him, but lacks any understanding of the boy s need for assurance and that element so little seen in this trilogy love It seems absent too in Lucas relationships with women How could it be otherwise The consequences of this lack,than any other, are horrific Not since seeing the throat slitting scene in Haneke s Hidden have I gasped as I did when Lucas is presented with the results of his neglect of the boy Mathias By the end of The Proof we are forced to ask questions we should have asked earlier Who is writing this What is the significance of those notebooks of which we have heard so much How can this narrator see everything A brother returns and everything becomes unclear.And thenwe are lost He has become I and nobody is where they should be Twins or one boy alone with his imagination Parents dead or alive, or one dead and one alive Who crossed the border, father or unknown soldier This is all deftly done, the shifted reality is clear and convincing, like the minute alterations that signal some momentous changes in 1Q84 This unstable, perturbing narrative is less fraught than much of what has occurred before but it does still demand our acceptance Nothing is easily given in this extraordinary trilogy and this is a wonderful way to conclude it We should be bewildered by all we have experienced There can be no certainty, no consolation, no resolution There can only be doubt and I doubt all of the above Where to begin There is no entry point Maybe, like history, it will become apparent only with time and distance.TheI think about the three books together, theknotted I become.Perhaps I should stop thinking about it as a puzzle.The Notebook is powerful, disturbing, startling It is a gripping read, an adult fairy tale One marvels and squirms at the relentless cruel logic of these twin children It wasn t originally written as a trilogy The Notebook was a stand alone book, but afte Where to begin There is no entry point Maybe, like history, it will become apparent only with time and distance.TheI think about the three books together, theknotted I become.Perhaps I should stop thinking about it as a puzzle.The Notebook is powerful, disturbing, startling It is a gripping read, an adult fairy tale One marvels and squirms at the relentless cruel logic of these twin children It wasn t originally written as a trilogy The Notebook was a stand alone book, but after it was published she kept thinking of the twins, and wanted to come back to them, to see what happened So she wrote the second, and the third The Notebook stands on its own as a story with stylish but conventional narrative You could stop there and be satisfied But reading the next books completely alters the meaning of the first Victor the bookstore owner, says to Lucas,every human being is born to write a book, and for no other reason A work of genius or mediocrity, it doesn t matter, but he who writes nothing is lost, he has merely passed through life without leaving a trace So to write a book, a notebook, is to leave a trace, to have left proof of existence But is it fiction or fact, and who wrote it Here it becomes mirrors of reflections identities, truth, history, lies.This only started to make any kind of sense if I thought of it in the context of the larger canvas of history Consider the history of a country countries, especially around the time of upheavals of war Countries are split and are merged, their histories are manipulated, retold, omitted Stories are fantastical, hyperbolic, fanciful they exaggerate the barbarity of the enemy They have fragmented identities, like these characters There is no single truth There are only versions of it After a war, is a newly created geographic zone now one country, or inherently two countries, as it was before Does it exist just because it has been written into history Is that the proof of its existence And what of the names, the first names, and then the next names Which one s are true Are they not all true Or are not all names given to it lies Or do they matter do they affect the fundamental identity History is unreliable Narrators are unreliable There are multiple truths that are simultaneously lies But at least if we write it, we exist