The Man without Qualities (2 volumes in slipcase)

by Robert Musil

Book Overview

The Man Without Qualities as a novel is a "story of ideas", which takes place in the time of the Austro-Hungarian monarchy's last days, and the plot often veers into allegorical digressions on a wide... This description may be from another edition of this product.

• Format: Hardcover
• ISBN: B01MF5Y0KC
• Release Date: January 1996
• Publisher: Knopf

Customer Reviews

Fun book

Musil is a great writer. He is more adept than any other writer I know at conveying complex ideas, and keeping the reader hooked. I read this book is three days, non-stop. My eyes were riveted to the page like magnets. The story is very well constructed; it never becomes dense or exasperating. I don't know where Musil found the wherewithal, but this book ostensibly contains everything that had ever crossed his mind: it is jam-packed with eclectic ideas, obscure erudition, and mysticism. And it is unremmitingly interesting, too. So, don't listen to that pedant who dismissed this book because it doesn't show off like he does: read this book. It will give you quite a kick.

Great

No doubt the book is a little draggy and you can glean a lot of what Musil wants to say in his earlier more tightly written work. But, read this work (I've read this work twice) with the unpublished posthumous papers and you will get a feel of the vast scale of this masterpiece. If Musil had lived to complete this masterwork the way it would have inveitably turned out, it would have been the greatest novel of the century. It would have been the consummation of European thought of several centuries placed in context of both the first and second world wars...now that's something to think about.

The best book about the "post-modern" dilemma ever written!

I've only gotten through volume l and part of volume ll (so far). I agree that I find it incredible that Musil is not as well known as Proust...he's his equal as a writer and in my opinion a much finer thinker. The brilliance of the book is in the extended introspections rather than the events...the multi-page musings on the human condition illustrate the timeless aspects of what we conceitedly think of as our "post-modern" psychic quandry. In common with Proust we are inside the protagonist's head, but in the third rather than first person, which gives the experience a different feel...we're a little outside at the same time. It's a ghostlier sort of connection, but I think equally as immediate. We walk the streets of Vienna as vividly as Chambray, but, perhaps Ullrich's less romantic nature, I find him a better correspondent. His perceptions are intellectual rather than the sensual, and yet, experiencing that intellect is a sensual experience for the reader (at least for this one!)A note: I do not think the recent translation compares to the original English one...it may read more breezily, but my brief comparison suggests that it loses a LOT of subtlety in trying to achieve a more colloquial, effortless, less dated narrative voice. For instance, a passage in the original English translation reading "knowledge was beginning to become unfashionable" is translated in the new as "science became outdated". Two totally different meanings, and the first is clearly closer, given the context..(in which Musil is waxing sarcastic about a silly but dangerous bourgeois "believing" fad - spookily portentious of the Hitler era). An incredibly absorbing psychological novel...if your reading time is precious...nothing will reward more deeply or stay with you longer.