Unrecounted - 9780811217262
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Product Details
Author:
W. G. Sebald, Michael Hamburger, Jan Peter Tripp, Andrea Köhler, Hans Magnus Enzensberger
Format:
Paperback
Pages:
112
Publisher:
New Directions (October 15, 2007)
Language:
English
Audience:
General/trade
ISBN-13:
9780811217262
ISBN-10:
0811217264
Weight:
12.16oz
Dimensions:
6.1" x 10" x 0.4"
Case Pack:
56
File:
-NortonNorton_060626-20260607-a.xml
As low as:
$12.28
List Price:
$15.95
Publisher Identifier:
P-WWN
Discount Code:
B
Pub Discount:
65
Imprint:
New Directions
Overview
Unrecounted combines thirty-three of what W. G. Sebald called his "micropoems"—miniatures as unclassifiable as all of his works—with thirty-three exquisitely exact lithographs by one of his oldest friends, the acclaimed artist Jan Peter Tripp.
The lithographs portray, with stunning precision, pairs of eyes—the eyes of Beckett, Borges, Proust Jasper Johns, Francis Bacon, Tripp, Sebald, Sebald's dog Maurice. Brief as haiku, the poems are epiphanic and anti-narrative. What the author calls "time lost, the pain of remembering, and the figure of death" here find a small home. The art and poems do not explain one another, but rather engage in a kind of dialogue. "The longer I look at the pictures of Jan Peter Tripp," Sebald comments in his essay, "the better I understand that behind the illusions of the surface, a dread-inspiring depth is concealed. It is the metaphysical lining of reality, so to speak."








