Jakob Von Gunten

by Robert Walser

Book Overview

Man lernt hier sehr wenig, es fehlt an Lehrkr?ften, und wir Knaben vom Institut Benjamenta werden es zu nichts bringen, d. h., wir werden alle etwas sehr Kleines und Untergeordnetes im sp?teren Leben... This description may be from another edition of this product.

• Format: Paperback
• Language: English
• ISBN: 0940322218
• ISBN13: 9780940322219
• Release Date: September 1999
• Publisher: New York Review of Books
• Length: 200 Pages
• Weight: 1.25 lbs.
• Dimensions: 0.4" x 5.0" x 8.1"

Customer Reviews

Irresistible book

Irresistible book. I'll be darned if this isn't the most charming fictional novel written in the 20th century. Or ever in human history. Am I being overblown? See for yourself! Robert Walser was the springboard off which Franz Kafka plunged into himself. Teachers at the Benjamenta Institute never come around: they're either very late, or sleeping, or possibly fossilized, or never existed. Yet, in class one isn't even allowed to blow ones personal nose. This book is very accessible, and very brilliant, which is a nice combination that we can all be thankful for. And I do mean brilliant. It shines with uniqueness and warmth. It's not all fun and games though. Some parts are pretty sad. Read it. If you like Harry Potter (I don't), you could like it. There's a peculiar and enchanting castle-like institute, a peculiar ensemble of students. If you like Catcher in the Rye, you'll probably like it. The young narrator gives disaffected but endearing commentary on people and places, his brother, his friends, and so forth. If you like Franz Kafka, you'll like it. Do you hate Harry Potter, or Catcher in the Rye, or Franz Kafka? Great! This book is nothing like them. I wouldn't be name-dropping these other books and authors if Walser wasn't so obscure. I feel I have to build some bridges here. So folks? Take the bridges. It's also easy to pick-up and put-down because the whole thing is broken up into short episodic sub-chapter sections. Almost anecdotal you could say.

Comical melancholy from a prose poet and wordsmith

Jakob is a student at a Berlin institution that seems to train young men for employment as servants or butlers (Kazuo I. must have read this before he did the Remains of the Day). He came to the metropolis from a provincial town, where he ran away from his aristocratic family, from which he wants no support, without being a 'rebel'. He writes a diary, which is dated 1909. He observes his colleagues and teachers, he has dreams and fantasies, he does have some adventures (like when he spends his last 10 Marks on an orgy in a 'restaurant with serving ladies', who teach him how to say 'Guten Tag' - possibly the most hilarious description of a brothel visit that you can find in German literature), he meets his well-to-do brother and some of his artist circle. At last, the school somehow comes to an end. What you read above is a totally useless summary of the 'story'. It may give you the totally wrong idea that we have a conventional boarding school novel, maybe like Musil's Toerless. In reality, to quote Master Bruno, we have a writer scaling the heights of mental disorder. Walser would later spend a long time in mental care. He was a schizophrenic. The novel has elements of autobiography, but 'bare reality is a thief, it takes things away, but then can't use them.' Jakob is forever exploring his own mind. I am unable to tell myself the truth. I am a mystery to myself. I will be a charming, spheric zero in life. I love restrictions, because it is such joy to disobey. I love fights and arguments. Walser's/Jakob's deceptively simple language puts things in new contexts, finds new uses for words, creates new words. A modern classic, already a hundred years old now.

A strange wonderful book

Jakov von Gunten is not like any novel I have read before and not, despite all the comparisons, like any novel of Kafka's. It is more like a series of first person reflections, with only the repeating cast of characters and the narrator to hold the novel together. Kafka's novels all have a certain narrative drive, and here there is very little, although the story of the slow dissolution of the school is strangely moving. Bernard van Dieren once wrote that every original mind is a cosmos in itself: Walser gains nothing from being continually advertised as Kafka-lite. He is his own writer. By any standard, he is not as great a writer as Kafka, but his outlook is much more genial - less insular and more human - despite the fact that Walser and not Kafka was the one who ended up in the insane asylum. This book is his long masterpiece. The episodic rambling quality of the novel betrays Walser's roots in the short story, but the material never feels scattershot or forced together.Something Jakob says gets at what Walser might be trying to do - he's writing about the hair of the students in the school: "And because we all look so charmingly barbered and parted, we all look alike, which would be a huge joke for any writer, for example, if he came on a visit to study us in our glory and littleness. This writer had better stay at home. Writers are just windbags who only want to study, make pictures and observations. To live is what matters, then the observation happens of its own accord."A strange thought for someone writing in a diary! But maybe the diary form is the closest that any writer can come to approximating the feeling of life, and letting the reader make his or her own observations. Walser does seem to have a certain distrust of the intellect, but he is not a naive, untutored talent; what he sees, though, is the limitations of intellect, which is perhaps his closest relationship with Kafka - "One is always wrong when one takes up with big words," he writes, and produces a masterpiece using all small ones.

Jacob the Unique

Jacob is a young man attending a bizarre school to train servants (butlers) for upper class families. We are never certain if it is the school that is so odd or Jacob. He decides the other teachers "either do not exist, of they are still asleep, or they seem to have forgotten their profession" for the teaching responsibilities are taken solely by Herr Benjamenta or his dying sister Fraulein Benamenta.This slim novel is Jacob's soliloquy to us. He is charming, buoyant, perhaps mad, and never intimidated. He reflects upon himself, his fellow students, his family and the Benjamentas with interest, sympathy, and occasional sadness. Even when Jacob is frightened (rarely), he is intrigued and fascinated at what is happening to and around him, as when he incurs the ire of Herr Benjamenta:"I'm writing this in a hurry. I'm trembling all over. There are lights dancing and flickering before my eyes. Something terrible has happened, seems to have happened, I hardly know what it was. Herr Benjamenta has had a fit and tried to-strangle me. Is this true? I can't think straight; I can't say what happened is true. But I'm so upset it must be true-"I ended this novel very fond of Jacob. I know I will find him unforgettable. I believe the translation must be very good as the prose is fluid with Jacob's idiosyncrasies of speech intact. Highly recommended.

One of the greats

Fans of Kafka, Pessoa, or any of the alienated, little-man-behind-a-desk anti-heros of 20c. lit should grab this one. Set in a school for servants, and taking the form of a diary, this is a funny, touching, yadda yadda, joy to read. People who prefer shorter fiction should pick up Walser's short stories, which at times out-Kafka Kafka (Franz K. was a fan though a bit too constipated and egotistical to freely admit it). Walser is one of those tragically overlooked, quiet, humble writers who can change your life. Fascintating reading, fascinating writer. Very few compare to Walser at his best.