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Summary A gyertyák csonkig égnek ☆ eBook, ePUB or Kindle PDF ✓ Een oude generaal krijgt op een dag een brief waarin een vriend van lang geleden Konrád zijn komst aankondigt Dat is voor Henrik de generaal een schok Van jongsaf waren zij onafscheidelijk ondanks hun verschillende achtergrond en afkomst Tot Konrád En een geheim met een bijzondere kracht 'een kracht die het weefsel van het leven verschroeit als een kwaadaardige straling maar aan het leven tegelijk een spanning een verhoogde temperatuur geeft'Eén avond één nacht duurt de ontmoeting van de twee oude mannen Hun laatste gesprek is een duel zonder wapens en veel wreder Met mededogenloze openhartigheid praten zij over passie en vriendschap over waarheid en leugen Wat is er 41 jaar geleden gebeurd En was. My fingers were interlocked around my Baba’s arm and my head was resting on his shoulders I was stealing a glimpse of his face every now and then convinced that the lines of exhaustion were going to creep upto his tongue any moment tendering me an apology to relieve him of our evening chatter for the day However my apprehensions were misplaced The exhaustion stood defeated in the face of the radiance that slowly ever so gradually filled his visage displacing the fatigue like a magic potion as he reached for the cassette player and put one of his most favorite songs in loop He also fondly went on to explain me its meaning 'Smruti Tume' originally composed in Oriya language is an ode to ‘memories’; in Oriya the two words literally translate to ‘Memory You’ The translated lyrics go like thisMemory You are the indiscernible breeze of a spring evening;Memory You are the seething ember beneath the ash;Memory You are the dancer’s teasing frill at a temple’s entrance;Memory You are the glimpse of tender moon from the mane of Casuarina trees;Memory You are the passionate note left behind in a traveller’s lodge;Memory You are the departed lover’s village Memory You are the red stain on the stone guarding shoreline;Memory You are the dusk’s glow that lights up a dull widow’s countenance;Memory You are the paper boat on the river that won’t reappear;Memory are you not my treasured BelovedAs I read Embers this song hung heavily on my psyche due to its similar metaphorical luminosity With age memory enlarges every detail and presents it in the sharpest outline When the rhapsody of those evening lyrics dissolved into the heartbeat of these present words I heard a tremor that wasn’t a simulacrum of a faint earthuake but the obstreperous throbbing of a vein a matter of delicate urgency where an inflammation not arrested in time leaves a spot defunct; worse violated Such violated lumps of memory hover around a life like the spirit unseen unlit freuently uncouth but always undoneIn Embers two boys forge the best kind of friendship two young men test the toughest kind of friendship and two old men relive the only kind of friendship Their friendship was deep and wordless as are all the emotions that will last a lifetime And like all great emotions this one contained within itself both shame and a sense of guilt for no one may isolate one of his fellows from the rest of humanity with impunity Over a period of seventy five years the birth maturity and death of every emotion is held between the tender palms of decision and indecision truth and cowardice fate and loss and is flannelled against life filters A single deed thus crushed and sieved comes to haunt one for forty one years enmeshing him in the web his exploring fingers had unsuspectingly sewn around his own house Did the deed trickle down in the same abnegating granular texture beneath the pillow of the other too robbing his sleep for those very forty one years Márai invites us to find out over a course of a cold dark night; lit exuisitely by one’s uestions suspended excruciatingly by another’s abstinence and held inadvertently by a few embers standing witness to a debilitating relationship slowly meeting her fateIn an all encompassing surreal lyrical almost devastating monologue Márai trounces everything supercilious including answers for a man at his twilight doesn’t reuire answers; he seeks peace Words become mere instruments of wrapping time into bearable currents getting their echoes despatched to silent death in the confines of a mind engaged in altering memories if not erasing them When a sigh can expel the biggest burden off the chest and impart purpose to one’s living hypothesis await no longer the stamp of verification Endurance of a life time denudes all justifications and arguments leaving a residue that intends to simply burn and become smoke Smoke they did become the memories But the vestiges persisted like the embers; silent hidden simmering and expectant of revelation on yet another cold night subjugating the breeze of words and emerging triumphant Note My apologies for any mistakes I might have committed in translating the Oriya song My memories of it are a decade old and I might have faltered at few places in comprehension or recollection

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Een oude generaal krijgt op een dag een brief waarin een vriend van lang geleden Konrád zijn komst aankondigt Dat is voor Henrik de generaal een schok Van jongsaf waren zij onafscheidelijk ondanks hun verschillende achtergrond en afkomst Tot Konrád plotseling verdween niet lang na Henriks huwelijk met de mooie Krisztina Het bezoek van Konrád na 41 jaar brengt een stroom van prachtige en pijnlijke herinneringen bij de generaal op gangHenrik en Konrád del. I’ve been on a binge reading Hungarian authors lately and Sandor Marai is the master This is the 6th book of his I have readThe time is during the Austro Hungarian Empire in 1899 An isolated man has been waiting 41 years for a visit from his former best friend from army days and now he has appeared His 90 year old nanny and man servant run the household and even hold hunts on the property but the main character ‘the general’ as he is called does not appear in public The ex friend had an affair with his wife 40 years ago and he has one uestion to ask him did his now deceased wife know that his friend intended to kill him while they were out hunting in 1899 and make it look like an accident The friend obviously did not kill him and instead left the army and fled town view spoiler After the affair and the fleeing of his ex friend the general never saw his wife again She stayed at the house and he moved into the hunting lodge a mile away She died eight years later For 40 years he knew her intimate diary contained the answer to his uestion but he never opened it burning it the night of the meeting with his ex friend thus the title But by then we know the answer to the uestion hide spoiler

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A gyertyák csonkig égnekHet verhaal van Konrád onvermijdelijkHet verhaal wordt verteld met een rust en overtuigingskracht waar je als lezer van schrikt Diepe indruk maakte het boek op pers én publiek in Italië en Duitsland Die Zeit noemde het 'een literaire sensatie' de Corriere della Sera 'een boek van tijdloze schoonheid' en Willem Kuipers schreef naar aanleiding van de Duitse vertaling in de Volkskrant een juichende bespreking waarin hij het had over 'een onvergetelijk boek'. Two old men one dimly lit room and the past awakening That's pretty much the set up for Sándor Márai's intensely felt and solemn 1942 novel which was originally titled 'Candles burn until the end' in Hungary He has a growing popularity post death due to his work but also his troubled life that is mirrored by Hungary's grave misfortunes in the 20th century and it's sad to think at the time he took his own life in California of all places in 1989 the literary world still knew little of him Born in the then Austro Hungarian empire Márai grew up with war revolution and exile before establishing himself as first a poet and then novelist but then followed war revolution and exile He is not only regarded as one of the great Hungarian writers but also a guardian of the nation's soul a sort of talisman of the new democratic Hungary With a shining honour and no interest in political games he infuriated the Nazis and the communists by refusing to have his work published in his native land whilst Soviet troops were present thus sentencing himself to obscurity and poverty At least he stood by his principles I admire him for thatEmbers is the sort of novel that doesn't come along that often in the way it uickly sets the scene then slowly arouses suspense keeping the reader on tenterhooks with uncertainty but never changes it's subtle pace It creeps around meticulously with a simple and elegant prose and gradually builds a vivid picture And it works beautifully As well as being an evocative study of a tightly bonded friendship long gone It is also an intriguing mystery as Márai is clever in the way he goes about giving the reader something to chew on but only enough as to keep us guessing of just what lies ahead You may have an idea but can't say for certain Only that a major event took place in the lives of two dear friends many years ago Not to do it disservice with too many key details so the basics An elderly aristocratic general haunted by bitter memories invites his close childhood friend Konrad who disappeared with haste 41 years ago under mysterious circumstances to a lavish dinner at his secluded castle of fading splendor The general talks Konrad simply listens and in the eerie flickering glow and shadows of candlelight we soon realise the meal doubles up as a sort of trial for Konrad who faces that of Henrik's prosecution which goes about reconstructing their past together Schooldays military academy and the years leading up to Konrad's vanishing actSome modern readers may find the high style of conversation sententious It is But then it has to be Here an aging aristocrat and his eually aged friend are talking about life's vagaries their lost hopes and dreams and redemptive love and they are doing so as the world they grew up in is vastly disappearing for good How else should they speak but with the seriousness of men going into the final years of life with a score to settle knowing fully well that death is tiptoeing ever closer Some may also be disappointed by the fact the final act goes out with a whimper rather than a wallop but for the type of story Márai has written It ends up being the right way to see it through and give some sort of closure for the two men The candles may have burned out but the novel will flicker away in my thoughts for some time to come