"In this final collection of sixteen essays by W.G. Sebald, one of the most elegant and incisive authors of our time, all of his trademark themes are contained - the power of memory and personal history, the connections between images in the arts and life, the presence of ghosts in places and artifacts." "Four pieces pay tribute to the Mediterranean island of Corsica, weaving elegiacally between past and present. In "A Little Excursion to Ajaccio," Sebald visits the birthplace of Napoleon and muses on the hints in his childhood home of a great man's future. Inspired by an Italian ceremony, "Campo Santo" is a reverie on death, ranging from the ambiguity of inscriptions to the size of gravestones to the blood-soaked legend of Saint Julien. Sebald also examines how the works of Gunter Grass and Heinrich Boll reveal "the grave and lasting deformities in the emotional lives" of postwar Germans, how Kafka echoes Sebald's own interest in spirit presences among mortal beings, and how literature can be an attempt at restitution for the injustices of the real world."--BOOK JACKET.
There’s a lazy longing. This work is part meditation on Corsica but larded with essays on the German Miracle and the stewardship of postwar literature. There are pieces on Kafka and Nabokov. Sebald plunges deep into memory, pocketing chance discoveries for our benefit. I realized just now I’ve been reading Sebald for twenty years. I don’t believe I’ve traveled with him. Reading earlier today about the wildfires around Berlin and the consequent explosion of buried munitions, I thought about Thomas Browne and WG Sebald.