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Goodreads helps you keep track of books you dseerto to read. Want to Read saving…. Want to Read Currently Reading Read. Refresh and try again. Open Preview See a Problem? Thanks for telling us about the problem. Return to Book Page. Preview — Il deserto dei Tartari by Dino Buzzati. Il deserto dei Tartari by Dino Tartar. Giovanni Drogo, un sottotenente, viene mandato in una lontana fortezza. Ma l’invasione, sempre annunciata, non avviene e l’addestramento, i turni di guardia, l’organizzazione militare, appaiono cerimoniali senza senso.

Tornato alla fortezza, si ammala e buzzsti allora accade l’evento tanto aspettato: Nell’emozione e nella confusione del momento, senza che lui possa prendere parte ai preparativi di difesa, Drogo muore, dimenticato da tutti.

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Il deserto dei Tartari

The Tragedy of the Hour – Giorgio di Chirico Everything goes by — men, the seasons, the clouds, and there is no use clinging to the stones, no use fighting it out on some rock in midstream; the tired fingers open, the tatrari fall back inertly and you are still dragged into the river, the river which seems to flow so slowly yet never stops. This is a strange and sundry book.

It takes place desertk a lone fort on the vast steppes, where little ever happens, and nobody wants to leave. Our protagonist, a yo The Tragedy of the Hour – Giorgio di Chirico Everything goes by — men, the seasons, the tqrtari, and there is no use clinging to the stones, no use fighting it out on some rock in midstream; the tired fingers open, the arms fall back inertly and you are still dragged into the river, the river which seems to flow so slowly yet never stops.

Our targari, a young ambitious officer named Giovanni Drogo, is assigned to the fort seemingly by accident, and slowly settles into routine. A few of his friends die off, some buzzari accident, some dederto sheer folly, and he endures as a lone nightwatchman, distant and separate from his friends in the city who have moved on with their lives. Such a book is first a meditation on monotony, and letting one’s life pass away in the slow rhythms of boredom and routine.

It is in the ebbing out of vainglorious hopes and the folly of this regimented lifestyle. It is eerie and lonesome and at times unbearably awkward. It is a fable or could even be called a precursor to magical realism. It is not lighthearted. It is a warning against passivity and how easy it is to not do anything and rot in absurdity. Non potevo, ancora, scorgere quella frontiera morta quel deserto txrtari pietre e terra secca. Non intravedevo i pericoli del calarsi in un ruolo, della vita stagnante e corrosiva nello srotolarsi impietoso del tempo.

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La sentinella sta immobile. Toc toc batte il cuore in petto a Giovanni Drogo. View all 15 comments. What we have here is unlike a failure to communicate — there was almost too much associative talk in this reader’s head as he read.

There’s little to no characterization and the story works like a Kafkan super-fable, an open realist allegory, although in this one it’s less variable than in Kafka — this one is about waiting your whole life for an enemy, only to come up against the last enemy of death. It’s cei life’s wide openness closing down thanks to habit and routine and distant hopes. The soldiers are passive — they don’t attack the Northern desert — but there’s no major ubzzati of judgment against Drago for not taking arms against nothingness, which is a plus.

Monasterial liberation, the joys of regimented servitude, inevitable regret and, if lucky, acceptance, or at least an ambiguous dri.

Total humorlessness and lack of characterization were minuses for me. Also this could use a new translation — so many times things were clearly off on an idiomatic level or just had to be read a few times over to get the gist due to lack of clarity eeserto lack of commas. Lots of times I reread paragraphs in reverse sentence order after zoning out, realizing I’d tripped over a fuzzy phrase.

Regardless, an excellent novel, if not quite up there with Kafka, Mann, Coetzee, in part because the deep generalizing exposition often seems more literary than enlightening? Loved an italicized premonition dream sequence involving little faeries. Loved how it’s all sort of an old-fashioned poignancy buildup, with its requisite troughs and peaks, en route to all hope for naught. Otherwise, a great novel that could use a sprucing up.

Worth it for fans tartarii humorless 20th-century existentio-suspenseful open allegories.

View all 4 comments. The metaphor this book is steeped in – that life lures us on with promises of authentic experiences and moments of transcendence, or even just knock-out apprehensions of reality, but rarely if ever delivers, like an imagined thread followed into potential glory only to peter out at death – became more and more heavy-handed as this novel petered out toward its own end and the empty death of its protagonist.

But perhaps that was the intention? I’m inclined to say yes, as the novel was simply masterful; with numerous vivid images extending that metaphor – soldiers on a redoubt scanning the bleak tartar steppe with a high-powered telescope giddy at the possibility that that tiny movement in the far distance is reality in the form of enemy soldiers approaching to finally give them an actual experience, for one. It’s surely a war novel, or anti-war novel, or anti-war anti-novel, but is also universal in its appeal to those who expect more from life; and to its credit the metaphor is not used to smother each character in its bleak vision, as included are examples of individuals who manage to wrest themselves from the trap set up.

View all 7 comments. A bleak and sparse book that reminded me of Kafka especially The Castle in terms of the feeling of pointlessness.

It follows Giovanni Drogo who joins the army and goes to do a tour of duty at a remote fort at the age of Here all the soldiers guard the northern frontier and their dearest wish is for something to happen, an attack to repulse.

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It never comes for Drogo. Intending to stay 4 months Drogo stays for the rest of his life, almost. It is a parable about the way life is over before you A bleak and sparse book that reminded me of Kafka especially The Castle in terms of the feeling of pointlessness. It is a parable about the way life is over before you know it and is so easily wasted. There is none of the paranoia of Kafka, just boredom. It was written in the late s and the military satire is especially apt. I think many of us will recognise something of ourselves in Giovanni Drogo; and if we do we may wonder if our lives share his path.

Em momento algum coloca alguma data no romance, e nem mesmo fixa o local. Ele sai de sua cidade natal montado a cavalo, com um amigo Francesco Vescovi, tal qual um Quixote acompanhado de seu Sancho. O sentido da vida aparece, para Drogo, travestido na expectativa de um ataque. A sua alma vai se tornando mesmo mineral. O futuro tornou-se, paulatinamente, passado. Sai dali como homem virtualmente morto.

The Desert of the Tartars – Wikipedia

Il resto della recensione sul mio blog: Toda a tristeza rartari existir, ver o tempo passar, de esperar e nunca realizar nada. Once, I spent a summer working in a wine bottling factory in my hometown in Germany. My job was to stand next to a machine which filled plastic bags with cheap, mixed white wine, and a conveyor belt put these bags into boxes.

Australians call these bags affectionately “goon bags”. My task was to put the filled boxes on pallets. I worked with a man about 30 years my senior – he had worked in that factory for more than 20 years, the last 10 years on that machine. With my 19 years, in a state that c Once, I spent a summer working in a wine bottling factory in my hometown in Germany. With my 19 years, in a state that constantly seeks the new, that man was my nightmare personified, and I could not understand how he could stand this life.

My perception of his life as a nightmare wasn’t improved by the fact that his first action, every morning, was to take the first filled goon bag. He drank one bag per shift. I once asked him half-jokingly what his future plans were – he answered: I soon lived in his world: I don’t know if you’ve ever worked in a factory, but once you’re fully in a mindless repetitive task, time ceases to exist.

After 2 weeks of work, 8 hour shifts were over in seconds, and at home I was too tired to stop the flow of seconds. A month of this work felt like 3 minutes, and I could understand how the man could treat 15 years so flippantly; to him, 15 years are half an hour. This book transported me right back into that mindset: This book gave me a minor panic attack. People who think there’s still time, this book is a warning. May 06, M. View all 5 comments.

Immagino che sia stato uno studente ad appuntare questa frase in cima al primo capitolo dell’edizione che ho preso in prestito: Ringrazio di non aver mai studiato Buzzati a scuola: Non facciamo come Giovanni Drogo, riscuotiamoci e diamoci una mossa.

Il deserto dei Tartari invece ha preso decisamente un’altra piega.