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New York : New York Review Books, 2011.
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xviii, 123 p.; 20 cm
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9781590174500
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"Writers are professional killers of conceptions. The logic of the Letter Killers Club, a secret society of "conceivers" who commit nothing to paper on principle, is strict and uncompromising. Every Saturday they meet in a fire-lit room hung with blank black bookshelves to present their "pure and unsubstantiated" conceptions: a rehearsal of Hamlet hijacked by an actor who vanishes with the role; the double life of a medieval merry cleric derailed by a costume change; a machine-run world that imprisons men's minds while conscripting their bodies; a dead Roman scribe stranded this side of the River Acheron. The overarching scene of this short novel is set in Soviet Moscow, in the ominous 1920s. Known only by pseudonym, like Chesterton's anarchists in fin-de-sic̈le London, the Letter Killers are as mistrustful of one another as they are mesmerized by their despotic president. Sigizmund Krzhizhanovsky is at his philosophical and fantastical best in this extended meditation on madness and silence, the word and the soul unbound"--… (more)
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LibraryThing member DieFledermaus
I had read some short stories by Krzhizhanovsky previously and thought they were very good. His loose, metafictional novella The Letter Killers Club was also clever and enjoyable. The author tells the story of a group of writers – or non-writers – who meet every week to tell their stories. An
The narrator, visiting a famous writer, learns how the club came about – the famous writer was forced to sell all his books and spent hours recreating their content, retelling the stories and taking the words and imagining something else. He finally wrote some of his imaginings down and was published and became successful. However, writing it down destroyed the work and after awhile the writer decided he would write no more, forming the group where stories were only told and never written.
The stories are an odd bunch. One is a riff on Hamlet, where the characters of Ophelia and Guildenstern are split in two and must compete for their roles as well as having outside lives. One half of Guildenstern visits the hall of Hamlets where he finds every actor who has played that role. A bit like the Stoppard take, clever and fun, though sometimes this one could feel a bit jumpy and random. The next stories are paired – they take place in a quasi-historical France, one describing the almost blasphemous custom of the Feast of the Ass, the other the sad story of a travelling priest/jester who gets stuck as a jester. The third story is similar to some of Krzhizhanovsky’s sci-fi shorts – it describes the mind control system generated by biological and technological means, where a person’s body can be separated from their mind and controlled. At first the government claims it will only be used on the mentally ill, as a kind of humane way to give them some use. Then unsurprisingly they use it on the rest of the population and make their zombies kill anyone who resists. The fourth story is an ironic philosophical comedy where three friends drunkenly debate the primary use of a mouth – for eating, talking or kissing. They set off on a quest to find the answer and endure several mishaps. The last story finds the Roman Mark Sept waiting on the bank of the Acheron as the obol necessary to pay the ferryman, Charon, was taken by the daughter of his slave. Several endings are provided by the group.
A number of interpretations could be provided for the stories of the group. One would be, of course, allegorical representations of the Soviet state. The writers refusing to publish and telling their stories to empty shelves in secret can be seen as a reaction to the repression. Many of the stories feature doublings – the two sides of the characters of Hamlet, the split personality of Francoise and the goliard in the French pair of stories, the separated mind and body in the sci fi piece. Russia is traditionally depicted with a face to the West and one to the East and the public/private divide that characterized the author’s life also necessitated something of a double life. The dystopia – with its attempts to control citizens in the name of progress - provides an obvious parallel as well.
However, both the framing stories and the stories of the group look at the creative process. The famous writer’s decision to start the meetings stems more from a personal crisis and the dissatisfaction with the actual writing – he feels he is losing something by permanently setting down his ideas. The stories are ironic, loose and metafictional, with members suggesting beginnings and endings, stories bleeding into one another or members appearing in the stories. There’s often an idea of deconstruction – besides divided characters, the fourth story is a deconstruction of the functions of a mouth, and the Hamlet take a breakdown of the play. However, although releasing the stories serves a function, in the end the club is under attack both internally and externally. Parallels can be found in the stories – too much talking isn’t a good thing in the fourth one and the importance of the book is underlined in the Hamlet riff. The ending also suggests that permanently setting something down is necessary even if it can be painful in different ways. Despite the oddities, the stories are all enjoyable in their own right – entertaining or dramatic or funny. Another good tale from Krzhizhanovsky.
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outsider, the narrator, joins them and watches as the group falls apart. Much of the book is made up of the stories which are varied, ironic and delve into the nature of writing and creation. Many can also be seen as a comment on the Soviet system under which Krzhizhanovsky never found any success. Sometimes they can feel a little random but this is another interesting work by the author – will be looking for more.The narrator, visiting a famous writer, learns how the club came about – the famous writer was forced to sell all his books and spent hours recreating their content, retelling the stories and taking the words and imagining something else. He finally wrote some of his imaginings down and was published and became successful. However, writing it down destroyed the work and after awhile the writer decided he would write no more, forming the group where stories were only told and never written.
The stories are an odd bunch. One is a riff on Hamlet, where the characters of Ophelia and Guildenstern are split in two and must compete for their roles as well as having outside lives. One half of Guildenstern visits the hall of Hamlets where he finds every actor who has played that role. A bit like the Stoppard take, clever and fun, though sometimes this one could feel a bit jumpy and random. The next stories are paired – they take place in a quasi-historical France, one describing the almost blasphemous custom of the Feast of the Ass, the other the sad story of a travelling priest/jester who gets stuck as a jester. The third story is similar to some of Krzhizhanovsky’s sci-fi shorts – it describes the mind control system generated by biological and technological means, where a person’s body can be separated from their mind and controlled. At first the government claims it will only be used on the mentally ill, as a kind of humane way to give them some use. Then unsurprisingly they use it on the rest of the population and make their zombies kill anyone who resists. The fourth story is an ironic philosophical comedy where three friends drunkenly debate the primary use of a mouth – for eating, talking or kissing. They set off on a quest to find the answer and endure several mishaps. The last story finds the Roman Mark Sept waiting on the bank of the Acheron as the obol necessary to pay the ferryman, Charon, was taken by the daughter of his slave. Several endings are provided by the group.
A number of interpretations could be provided for the stories of the group. One would be, of course, allegorical representations of the Soviet state. The writers refusing to publish and telling their stories to empty shelves in secret can be seen as a reaction to the repression. Many of the stories feature doublings – the two sides of the characters of Hamlet, the split personality of Francoise and the goliard in the French pair of stories, the separated mind and body in the sci fi piece. Russia is traditionally depicted with a face to the West and one to the East and the public/private divide that characterized the author’s life also necessitated something of a double life. The dystopia – with its attempts to control citizens in the name of progress - provides an obvious parallel as well.
However, both the framing stories and the stories of the group look at the creative process. The famous writer’s decision to start the meetings stems more from a personal crisis and the dissatisfaction with the actual writing – he feels he is losing something by permanently setting down his ideas. The stories are ironic, loose and metafictional, with members suggesting beginnings and endings, stories bleeding into one another or members appearing in the stories. There’s often an idea of deconstruction – besides divided characters, the fourth story is a deconstruction of the functions of a mouth, and the Hamlet take a breakdown of the play. However, although releasing the stories serves a function, in the end the club is under attack both internally and externally. Parallels can be found in the stories – too much talking isn’t a good thing in the fourth one and the importance of the book is underlined in the Hamlet riff. The ending also suggests that permanently setting something down is necessary even if it can be painful in different ways. Despite the oddities, the stories are all enjoyable in their own right – entertaining or dramatic or funny. Another good tale from Krzhizhanovsky.
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LibraryThing member KimMarie1
It's really more a collection of short stories more than a novel in a framework of being told as part of a series of club meetings. Krzhizhanovsky is a masterful storyteller. The images he paints and the witticisms sprinkled throughout his work is absolutely original and engaging. His insights (in
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some cases sadly) are as relevant today as when he wrote them. Show Less
LibraryThing member j_blett
An absolutely brilliant frame story where the connections and correspondences between stories and the frame itself are multifaceted and frustratingly complex. The ingenuity, variety, and wit on display are dazzling. The implicit critiques of not only Bolshevism but modernism are withering. Like the
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Canterbury Tales in reverse, this one ends in spring--spring rendered as winter's "death agony." Show Less
LibraryThing member Voise15
Undoubtedly an unique literary experience but one, like an earlier reviewer noted, that somehow left me feeling cold. The main characters not designed to evoke empathy but to set up the literary fireworks.
There is a wider social and political context to this work and along with some at times
There is a wider social and political context to this work and along with some at times
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LibraryThing member CBJames
Sigizmund Krzhizhanovsk's novel, The Letter Killers Club, opens when an un-named narrator informs us he has been invited to attend the weekly meeting of seven well-respected authors. The author's have come to the conclusion, most of them late in their careers, that by writing down their ideas they
The rest of the novel consists of the narrator's account of the ideas and stories shared at the meetings.
It's a very interesting book.
The introduction states that Mr. Krzhizhanovsk is a writer interested in ideas rather than characters and plots. Judging from The Letter Killers Club I agree, to a point. While the novel is full of ideas, many of them wonderful, some of them over my head, there is still a plot and there are still characters.
The plot centers around the idea of silence and a commentary on it. The conflict of the novel adressess the question of how do you write about silence. What can you say about the absence of words? This question goes back to the origins of the club itself.
The club's creator tells the narrator how he came to be an author. As a young man he had a prized collection of books, great works, that he read again and again. Due to a family emergency he was forced to sell off his collection leaving him with an empty bookcase. He began writing to replace the missing books. Each of his own works is simply his attempt to retell the stories in the books he had to sell. Eventually, he realized that be setting down ideas in print, no one could ever have those ideas again. They were his. People could encounter them in his books, but they could not discover them.
I think that's brilliant.
I suspect that the ideas Mr. Krzhizhanovsk presents in The Letter Killers Club must have had special resonance in his native Russia where he lived under Communist dictatorial rule. The question of whether or not stories once written prevent people from forming their own ideas seems like a profound comment on a culture that repressed speech the way the U.S.S.R. once did.
But that's one question I'll have to leave to people better informed than I am.
What I loved about The Letter Killers Club can be found in this, slightly long, passage about the student who tried to write the commentary on silence. Once he finished his work, or thought he had finished it, he purchased a very old copy of the Bible. In it, he found the word "S-um" written in the margin. Intrigued, he begins looking for other marginalia.
Running an eye down the Vulgate's margins, he noticed another mark in ink bracketing two verses: "Behold my servant, whom I have chosen...." and so on, and "He shall not strive, nor cry; neither shall any man hear his voice in the streets." A vague presentiment compelled him to scan the margins with more care, page by page; three chapters later he found the faint score of a fingernail: "...O Lord, thou son of David; my daughter is grievously vexed with a devil. But he answered her not a word." the margins that followed appeared to be blank. but the composer of Commentary on Silence was too intrigued to abandon his search; examining the pages in the light, he discovered several more marks grown faint, the work of someone's sharp fingernail--and opposite these: "And when he was accused of the chief priests and elders, he answered nothing. Then said Pilate unto him, Hearest thou not how many things they witness against thee? And he answered to him never a word; insomuch that the governor marveled greatly." Or: "But Jesus stooped down, and with his finger wrote on the ground, as though he heard them not"; some marks could be seen only with a magnifying glass, others stood out; some where shorter than a dash and picked out only three or for words--for instance, "And he withdrew himself into the wilderness..." or "But Jesus held his peace"; others extended down a series of verses, setting off whole episodes and stories--and every time it was a story about questions never answered, about a silent Jesus. That of which the old St. Gall Neumes spoke as though stammering, but spoke all the same, was marked and scored--with fingernail skipping words to the end. Now it was clear: on the yellowed pages of that tattered tome, beside the four who had spoken, a fifth Gospel with no need of words was giving forth from the book's blank margins: The Gospel According to Silence. Now the S-um, too, made sense: it was simply a flattened Silentium. Can one speak about silence without destroying it? Can one comment on what.... Well, in a word, book killed book---with a single blow---and I won't describe how my person-theme's manuscript burned. Let's just say it burned like....
There is so much in this passage to comment on. The marks the student finds in the Bible are not written with pen or pencil, but with a fingernail, evidence of a reader's thoughts but these thoughts remain both unspoken and unwritten. All these moments when Jesus does not speak or refuses to speak force the reader to wonder why. Would answering the questions force Jesus to reveal too much? Does he not know the answers? Does he fear the way his audience might respond to them? Is silence simply the best answer available?
These questions plague the members of The Letter Killers Club throughout the novel and add up to a decent plot, if you ask me. But it's a plot you'll have to look for in the margins at times.
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prevent others from having them. So instead of writing, they now meet once a week to tell stories to each other. The rest of the novel consists of the narrator's account of the ideas and stories shared at the meetings.
It's a very interesting book.
The introduction states that Mr. Krzhizhanovsk is a writer interested in ideas rather than characters and plots. Judging from The Letter Killers Club I agree, to a point. While the novel is full of ideas, many of them wonderful, some of them over my head, there is still a plot and there are still characters.
The plot centers around the idea of silence and a commentary on it. The conflict of the novel adressess the question of how do you write about silence. What can you say about the absence of words? This question goes back to the origins of the club itself.
The club's creator tells the narrator how he came to be an author. As a young man he had a prized collection of books, great works, that he read again and again. Due to a family emergency he was forced to sell off his collection leaving him with an empty bookcase. He began writing to replace the missing books. Each of his own works is simply his attempt to retell the stories in the books he had to sell. Eventually, he realized that be setting down ideas in print, no one could ever have those ideas again. They were his. People could encounter them in his books, but they could not discover them.
I think that's brilliant.
I suspect that the ideas Mr. Krzhizhanovsk presents in The Letter Killers Club must have had special resonance in his native Russia where he lived under Communist dictatorial rule. The question of whether or not stories once written prevent people from forming their own ideas seems like a profound comment on a culture that repressed speech the way the U.S.S.R. once did.
But that's one question I'll have to leave to people better informed than I am.
What I loved about The Letter Killers Club can be found in this, slightly long, passage about the student who tried to write the commentary on silence. Once he finished his work, or thought he had finished it, he purchased a very old copy of the Bible. In it, he found the word "S-um" written in the margin. Intrigued, he begins looking for other marginalia.
Running an eye down the Vulgate's margins, he noticed another mark in ink bracketing two verses: "Behold my servant, whom I have chosen...." and so on, and "He shall not strive, nor cry; neither shall any man hear his voice in the streets." A vague presentiment compelled him to scan the margins with more care, page by page; three chapters later he found the faint score of a fingernail: "...O Lord, thou son of David; my daughter is grievously vexed with a devil. But he answered her not a word." the margins that followed appeared to be blank. but the composer of Commentary on Silence was too intrigued to abandon his search; examining the pages in the light, he discovered several more marks grown faint, the work of someone's sharp fingernail--and opposite these: "And when he was accused of the chief priests and elders, he answered nothing. Then said Pilate unto him, Hearest thou not how many things they witness against thee? And he answered to him never a word; insomuch that the governor marveled greatly." Or: "But Jesus stooped down, and with his finger wrote on the ground, as though he heard them not"; some marks could be seen only with a magnifying glass, others stood out; some where shorter than a dash and picked out only three or for words--for instance, "And he withdrew himself into the wilderness..." or "But Jesus held his peace"; others extended down a series of verses, setting off whole episodes and stories--and every time it was a story about questions never answered, about a silent Jesus. That of which the old St. Gall Neumes spoke as though stammering, but spoke all the same, was marked and scored--with fingernail skipping words to the end. Now it was clear: on the yellowed pages of that tattered tome, beside the four who had spoken, a fifth Gospel with no need of words was giving forth from the book's blank margins: The Gospel According to Silence. Now the S-um, too, made sense: it was simply a flattened Silentium. Can one speak about silence without destroying it? Can one comment on what.... Well, in a word, book killed book---with a single blow---and I won't describe how my person-theme's manuscript burned. Let's just say it burned like....
There is so much in this passage to comment on. The marks the student finds in the Bible are not written with pen or pencil, but with a fingernail, evidence of a reader's thoughts but these thoughts remain both unspoken and unwritten. All these moments when Jesus does not speak or refuses to speak force the reader to wonder why. Would answering the questions force Jesus to reveal too much? Does he not know the answers? Does he fear the way his audience might respond to them? Is silence simply the best answer available?
These questions plague the members of The Letter Killers Club throughout the novel and add up to a decent plot, if you ask me. But it's a plot you'll have to look for in the margins at times.
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LibraryThing member Petroglyph
I really liked this one. It was cheeky, professional, and even experimental, given it was written around 1926.
The framing device is an original spin on a classic trope. Seven authors, who have arrived at the conclusion that their published ideas are diverting their readers' creativity and
The novel is told in seven chapters, in which the seven letter killers take turns spinning their yarns. There's a reworking of Hamlet, in which familiar characters are doubled to bring out the duplicities inherent in the play; references to specific actors and Shakespeare trivia abound. There's a medieval-style fable about three vagrants who scour the world for the answer to the question: "what is the ultimate purpose of the mouth: talking, kissing, or eating?" supported with many references to the Church Fathers and the Scholastics. There's a science fiction tale in which trained bacteria have disconnected the nerves that operate muscles from those that operate thoughts, and via manipulation of the "ether wind" the resulting bodies can be remote-controlled and forced into menial labour.
Krzhizhanovsky has penned an enjoyable collection of semi-unfinished stories to explore themes of storytelling, the independence of art, and the relation between thoughts and their physical containers. The tales on offer are amusingly diverse, a group of sassy challenges to more mainstream fiction. Not all of them are memorable, but the ones that stand out more than make up for that. All share, though, a flighty quality, and a sense of impish humour. Throughout I felt like Krzhizhanovsky had had enormous fun writing these tales, and his panache was infectious.
I will most definitely read more of Krzhizhanovsky's works!
The framing device is an original spin on a classic trope. Seven authors, who have arrived at the conclusion that their published ideas are diverting their readers' creativity and
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interfering with their readers' capacity for original ideas, decide to cease publishing. Instead, they hold weekly gatherings where they narrate their stories and themes to each other through speech only. Thus having become the titular killers of letters, they invite a "pure reader" -- one who reads and reads without really reflecting on the contents -- to judge the quality of the tales: would they stand up next to traditionally published works?The novel is told in seven chapters, in which the seven letter killers take turns spinning their yarns. There's a reworking of Hamlet, in which familiar characters are doubled to bring out the duplicities inherent in the play; references to specific actors and Shakespeare trivia abound. There's a medieval-style fable about three vagrants who scour the world for the answer to the question: "what is the ultimate purpose of the mouth: talking, kissing, or eating?" supported with many references to the Church Fathers and the Scholastics. There's a science fiction tale in which trained bacteria have disconnected the nerves that operate muscles from those that operate thoughts, and via manipulation of the "ether wind" the resulting bodies can be remote-controlled and forced into menial labour.
Krzhizhanovsky has penned an enjoyable collection of semi-unfinished stories to explore themes of storytelling, the independence of art, and the relation between thoughts and their physical containers. The tales on offer are amusingly diverse, a group of sassy challenges to more mainstream fiction. Not all of them are memorable, but the ones that stand out more than make up for that. All share, though, a flighty quality, and a sense of impish humour. Throughout I felt like Krzhizhanovsky had had enormous fun writing these tales, and his panache was infectious.
I will most definitely read more of Krzhizhanovsky's works!
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LibraryThing member stillatim
An interesting conceit, but I suspect the whole thing went over my head: are the stories meant to be related in any way? Are the story-tellers being characterized by their stories, or not? Exactly where is the irony here? The introduction tells us that K was deeply concerned with the idea of the
In fact, the more I think about it, the happier I am with the idea that the individual stories (all very entertaining and interesting) really don't have much to do with the interesting but not entertaining frame. I'd love for someone to convince me otherwise.
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literary concept, and the tension between the purity of the concept and the fact that literature is only literature once it has been exuded into the world, usually in book form. That's interesting, and while the Letter Killers Club is obviously tied to this, I had a great deal of trouble working out what the individual stories-- meta-theatricality, a medievalist novella, early dystopia, extended fable, and Roman fable--have to do with this theme. In fact, the more I think about it, the happier I am with the idea that the individual stories (all very entertaining and interesting) really don't have much to do with the interesting but not entertaining frame. I'd love for someone to convince me otherwise.
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LibraryThing member slplst
Lovely. Like If On a Winter's Night a Traveler minus the pomposity & plus lots of honesty & wistfulness & horror & sophistication.
Isn't that sort of comparison unjust to both books?
It's really wonderful at any rate.
Isn't that sort of comparison unjust to both books?
It's really wonderful at any rate.
Awards
AATSEEL Book Prize (2013)