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Aug. Tief atmet man durch, wenn man dieses Buch ausgelesen hat, und man hat schon zuvor etliche Male tief Luft holen müssen. “Atemschaukel” ist. Atemschaukel [Herta Muller] on *FREE* shipping on qualifying offers. Written by Nobel Prize winner Herta Mueller, this critically acclaimed . PDF | My paper elaborates Herta Müller’s Gulag novel, Atemschaukel (; published in English under the title of The Hunger Angel in ).

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Return to Book Page. It was an icy morning in January when the patrol came for seventeen-year-old Leo Auberg to deport him to a camp in the Soviet Union. Aemschaukel would spend the next five years in a coke processing plant, shoveling coal, lugging bricks, mixing mortar, and battling the relentless calculus of hunger that governed the labor colony: She has given Leo the language to express the inexpressible, as hunger sharpens his senses into an acuity that is both hallucinatory and profound.

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In scene after disorienting scene, the most ordinary objects accrue tender poignancy as they acquire new atemshcaukel gramophone box serves as a suitcase, a handkerchief becomes a talisman, an enormous piece of casing pipe functions as a lovers’ trysting place. The heart is reduced to a pump, the breath mechanized to the rhythm of a swinging shovel, and coal, sand, and snow have a will of their own. Hunger becomes an insatiable angel atemschajkel haunts the camp day and ateemschaukel, but also a bare-knuckled sparring partner, delivering blows that keep Leo feeling the rawest connection to life.

Hardcoverpages. Published April 24th by Metropolitan Books first published SibiuRomania HorlivkaUkraine. To see what your friends thought of this book, please sign up. To ask other readers questions about The Hunger Angelplease sign up.

There’s no such word in Russian, doesn’t even sound like one. See 2 questions about The Hunger Angel…. Lists with This Book.

A book which must not be rushed through, that’s how beautiful the language is. It’s hard to believe it was translated from the German.

A book about the will to live, among other things, and the richness of life even under horribly reduced circumstances.

Atemscaukel read it merely as an hertq of life in the Gulag would be too limiting. It goes much deeper. Late in life a gay man remembers what it was like to be mllee from his family home in Romania to the Russian Gulag. It atmeschaukel and he was a A book which must not be rushed through, that’s how beautiful the language is. It was and he was a year old ethnic German and so must be made to pay for the crimes of Hitler.

Romania had been a combatant allied with the Axis Powers. Needless to say, this young man had nothing to do with the war. Hsrta, what should have been for him a memorable period of sexual atemschuakel, was in fact a time when homosexuality was a crime punishable by death, a time when Stalin—the murderer of 25 to 50 million of his hdrta people—still ruled.

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That’s why it’s so filled with authentic facts and vivid description. Every little trick of survival is recalled. How he starved is given particular depth and resonance. With regard to the small cooking fires inmates would make to prepare meals in the evening, the narrator says: When I had nothing to cook, the smoke snaked through my mouth.

I drew in my tongue and chewed on nothing. I swallowed my spit with the evening smoke and thought about bratwurst. When I had nothing to cook, I walked close to the pots and pretended that I was on my atemschaulel to brush my teeth at the well before going to bed.

But by the time I put my toothbrush in my mouth I had already eaten twice. First I ate the yellow fire with the hunger of my eyes and then the smoke with the hunger of my mouth. As I ate, everything around me went still, all I could hear was the rumble of the coke ovens from the factory yard.

The faster I tried to leave the atemsschaukel, the slower I went. I had to tear myself away from the little fires. In the rumble of the coke ovens I heard my stomach growling, the whole scene was filled with hunger. The skies sank mkler onto the earth, and I staggered back to the yellow light of the barrack.

Dear friends, a moment of silence. View all 14 comments. Jun 20, Jim Fonseca rated it really liked it. Through the story of one young man, this Nobel Prize winning author tells us the relatively unknown story of thousands of Romanians of German descent who, apparently in retaliation for WW II, were forced into Russian work camps.

These people were not prisoners of war; they were men and women rounded up from their homes who lived for five years in borderline starvation eating only two meals of watery cabbage soup and a slice of bread every day. They were so hungry that they traded slices of bread Through the story of one young man, this Nobel Prize winning author tells us the relatively unknown story atekschaukel thousands of Romanians of German descent who, apparently in retaliation for WW II, were forced into Russian work camps.

Occasionally they begged for food in a neighboring village or cooked edible weeds gathered from the roadside. No medical care was available and those who died were buried out back. In blister-inducing wooden shoes small or large, so none fit they shoveled coal into a power plant and worked cement to make concrete blocks. During the last year they were suddenly paid some minimal wages and the hunger ended.

Then they were freed. The young man feels forgotten and displaced at home by the birth of a baby brother.

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He feels lost in a strange world; clearly PTSD. View all 9 mlled. May 31, Tony rated it really liked it Shelves: So, I started reading this book and it mllwr just one of those One Day in the Life of …… kind of Russian Atmeschaukel books, and not much of one, really, as these things go, although it promised to be different because Leo Auberg is Transylvanian, a German transplant if you will.

As if Stalin needs a reason. His bathhouse urges are just flecks of character. If they knew he was gay, he would have gone to a different camp, a shorter stay, and So, I started reading this book and it was just one of those One Day in the Life of …… kind of Russian Gulag books, and not much of one, really, as these things go, although it promised to be different because Leo Auberg is Transylvanian, a German transplant if you will.

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If they knew he was gay, he would have gone to a different camp, a shorter stay, and no return. Somehow, only Leo was on the List. He packed and went, packed and went, carrying silent baggage. So here he is, where his constant companion is The Hunger Angel.

There, amid the bustle of morning souls, I read this: From all around the mess hall came the clatter of tin. Every spoonful is a tin kiss, I thought. And every one of us is ruled by our hunger, as though by an alien power.

But no matter how well I knew that in the moment, I forgot it right away. While it can be grammatically correct for every one of us to be ruled by our hunger, that’s only so when it’s a collective hunger.

Leo’s hunger is very personal, instead. This book talks about Hunger, yes, but not a whiny Hamsun hunger. Sometimes the hunger is Homesickness, but a more profound version – not just missing home, but not being allowed to be home.

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The impossibility of Home. In the camp we had lice on our heads, in our eyebrows, on our necks, in our armpits, and in our pubic hair. We had bedbugs in our bunks.

But we didn’t say: I have lice or bedbugs or I’m hungry.

Which was the last thing we needed. Oh, you say, maybe the translator got it right, speaking to the universal. It may be that I’m the old gap-toothed man in the upper-left corner of a wedding photo that doesn’t exist, and simultaneously a skinny child in a schoolyard that also doesn’t exist. Leo gets out of camp, out of his arbitrary five-year sentence. He comes home, but is still homesick. He left his Hunger Angel in the camp, but is still hungry.

He gets married, but he still goes to the park.

This book is about nothing less than the human soul. Some souls wind up face down in a mortar pit; some souls watch a cuckoo clock, even when the cuckoo is stolen; some souls get theirs, in a culvert, a mouth gagged with a tie, an axe, having done its work, left on the chest; some souls survive.

I tried to imagine the book with “breath-swing” in place of “Hunger Angel” in each instance, but failed. Although, from a distance, the point of the book, as I understand it, makes more sense for me as “breath-swing”. And not only to annoy those that are easily annoyed by annotations on the same page. I bring this up, as a public service, because Pastior was the only German member of Oulipoa mostly French group or artists who believe in the seeking of new structures and patterns which may be used by writers in any way they enjoy.

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