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Free read Fuglane by Tarjei Vesaas Tarjei Vesaas ¶ 0 characters Free download õ PDF, DOC, TXT or eBook ¶ Tarjei Vesaas Rified of losing her he clings to the familiar and does everything in his power to make Jørgen leave Simultaneously he struggles to find a place for himself in a world that does not seem to want himWith spare simplicity Vesaas's straightforward prose subtly reveals Mattis's perspective and readers will find themselves shifting irrevocably from observers of his experience to participants in it Written by one of Norway's most celebrated and beloved authors The Birds is a deeply nuanced examination of identity and responsibility with abundant narrative suspense and hauntingly beautiful writing beside. In moments of not uite sober reflection I see myself a truffling pig rooting through the pages of these books looking for answers not necessarily answers to Life s mysteries but to the Why of the book itself My snout bumps against some allegorical knob and I pause and raise a porcine eyebrow Aha I snort I smile a satisfied pork smile happy in my muck of certainty or maybe just a pig s obstinacyBut with an old pig s sense I do not interrupt an ongoing phone call to say Let me tell you about the two dead aspens I don t bother the neighbors to come look at the clouds I don t tell the waitress that breakfasts are beginnings I ve never told a jury to call me IshmaelMattis isn t like that When the woodcock flies over his home he becomes obsessed with the meaning of it And he has to tell everybody Mattis is what is called simple The children tease him calling him Simple Simon He lives with his sister Hege They get by on the money she makes knitting flower petals on sweaters Mattis can not tell weed from turnip and the very thinking of the difference makes him sleepy He tries to speak to the clever ones but nothing comes out rightYes there s a familiarity here I heard notes of Steinbeck saw Jansson s watercolors What made this uniue though was the aspens and the woodcock what made this different was the point of view Vesaas tells this story in the third person but clearly events unfold through the mind of Mattis It is a fractured mind and incompletely formed He means well but the words come out harsh confused unintended A sexual longing also confused hovers He wearies his sisterHe is coaxed to take his leaky boat out onto the water to be a ferryman He will have but one customer J rgen the woodcutter Woodcocks do not fly that way Mattis knows Soon Hege will have to choose What s the matter Hege asked at once She saw it was no ordinary morningMatts simply shook his head in reply Tell me she demanded sternly knowing her brother as she did and up to a point he obeyed I m almost killing myself I m thinking so much he replied truthfully Oh is that all said HegeHe gave a start Come and have your breakfast she saidWhat will Mattis do now he s figured it out Well Back to my truffling Snort

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Free read Fuglane by Tarjei Vesaas Tarjei Vesaas ¶ 0 characters Free download õ PDF, DOC, TXT or eBook ¶ Tarjei Vesaas Set in the Norwegian countryside over the course of one summer The Birds tells the story of forty year old Mattis who has mental disabilities and lives in a small house near a lake with his sister Hege who ekes out a modest living knitting sweaters From time to time Hege encourages her brother to find work to ease their financial burdens but Mattis's attempts to work at the surrounding farms always end in failure and disgrace Mattis is keenly aware of the distance between himself and the world around him which often feels hostile; the villagers call him Simple Simon Profoundly sensitive to his sur. You are You that was what was written For the past week every time I stepped into my room an inuisitive man bombarded me with string of uestions I had no answers to What s the use of having so many turnips he asked as he lay gazing at the naked sky A faint whiff of camphor emitted from his smile as he repeated how he pompously waved to Anna and Inger from the pier with sheer happiness the boiled sweets gently being tossed by his tongue The songs of the bird have no regulations sprouting from the petite beak on the whims and fancies of its colourful singer coded messages of the birds veiled under those melodious tunes For Mattis I kept aside the astute reader dwelling within me and opted to take a lesson or two from the rebellion avian wonders and read the book with pages twisting according to my whims and fancies Like the spontaneous birds I opened up a page read Mattis s words and then traced my path back and forth through the graceful prose deciphering each footprints and clandestine messages pricked by the beak of the woodcock trying to comprehend the language of birds through the optimistic eyes of Mattis I resisted my nasty urge to pry into the story line or the sub plot all I sought after was to perceive the world of Mattis through his words his mind his frustrations and longings while seeking a plausible answer to the avian greeting You are you Why are the things the way they are Since the days when the reviewed prose found solace only in the confined dwelling of my notebooks all ever that was written in those single lined pages were incessant lists of uestions searching for answers from the inner world of books responses that were dismissed in the external milieu When does the mind stops asking uestions or rather does discharge them through frivolity Do we surrender our curiosity to the obstinate barriers hurled by the resolutions Why have we stopped asking uestions Is it a mark of an idiocy or naivety if one poses too many uestions If I had a penny for each of my mushrooming uestions being disposed by a recurrent resonance of It s the way things are grow up Is there nothing on the television Do then the grown up minds never have the need to ask uestion Or is it that the winds of maturity bring along clouds of ignorance and indolence There were times when I ached to offer an ardent listening ear to Mattis s copious uestions to the undemanding man who longed to talk about himself and his struggle and in them I could have searched my own clarifications A simple mind is child like naive and inuisitive Unlike the fearful judicious mentality simplicity is fearless in its own way Pristine and unscathed by the corrupted ways of life it flourishes through sense of sympathetic and comforting communication Silly as it may sound I found Mattis s plain childlike mind to be courageous for not only being able to produce plethora of ueries but for giving a voice to them even at the risk of their reckless dismissal How come those who possess the three gifts of vigour intelligence and beauty the very endowments that Mattis desired are unaware of its commendable merit Do we take granted the precious gifts of our mind because we are born with it and never have known a world without it If only the worldly wise could freuently ask Why are things the way they are perhaps someday someone might just stop saying It s the way things are And then Mattis would never feel like an outsider in this sophisticated intellect masuerade But hush there it was The flapping wings the bird itself indistinct speeding through the air straight across the house and off in the other direction The surprise flight of the woodcock over Mattis s home enchants Mattis and in the bird s recurrent airborne moves the woodcock becomes one of the central characters in Mattis s life The bird becomes a herald of a secret language an omen prophesying the probability of a vulnerable future and one of nature s many essentials that euates its uniueness with Mattis Vesaas s employment of woodcock as an ornithological symbol signifies the fundamental spiritual intimacy through which Mattis relates to the exuisiteness of nature Similar to the woodcock the existence of the lake becomes a spellbinding ironical personality permeating the habitual existence of Mattis and Hege The boat that he ferries across the lake the cool waters of the lake the solitary aspen trees the turnips in the field the thunderstorms become a gratifying compensation to Mattis s innermost life filling it with explorations of his enthusiasm and apprehensions The world was full of forces you couldn t fight against which suddenly loomed up and aimed a crushing blow at youWhat could you do when things were like this Drops of change come from the subtle dilution of resistance however when the dregs of resistance precipitate into substantial despair the opaueness of change becomes an impenetrable substance The two slender aspen trees with withered tops swayed between these distressing elements of change and resistance The lush forest the serene lake the couettishness of two gorgeous women the fierce lightning the menacing toadstools the gentle wrestling of Hege s knitting needles with its optimism resting within the eight petalled woolen roses and the soaring flight of the woodcock gradually seep into the inherent life of Mattis It is his world only for him through which mirrors the mysticism of nature and the meaning of being alive with the helplessness and fullness of an inner life that is beyond the comprehension of normalcy Tarjei Vesaas scripts a simple story of a simple mind juggling in between the unexpected lunacy and the expected normalcy of life Simplicity has no place in this complex world its existence ridiculed through mocked Simple Simon labelling Vesaas depicts a memorable world of simplicity unconsciously whittling a harbinger eminence a simple life set in the idyllic Norwegian rural town merging into the transitory happiness and perplexity of agonies that arrive through loneliness patience love hope death desolation and change antagonism of an independent survival and above all the perils of being a Simple Simon Mattis s journey maybe one dimensional and chaotic nevertheless it is numinous poetic and deeply emotional Vesaas s masterpiece etches profoundly the poignant and compassionate narrative of Hege and Mattis leaving me as mesmeric as the voyage of the woodcock Oh my dear Mattis you have been such a charming roommate for the past few days please do visit me again and bring along that chirpy woodcock fellow and maybe Mr Vesaas too You are you Mattis You and the woodcockThe above photographic illustrations were taken from the book inspired 1968 Polish movie Matthew s Days ywot Mateusza

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Free read Fuglane by Tarjei Vesaas Tarjei Vesaas ¶ 0 characters Free download õ PDF, DOC, TXT or eBook ¶ Tarjei Vesaas Roundings Mattis spends much of his time in the forest reading its signs and symbols A woodcock begins a daily flight over their house a beautiful bird is waiting for him on the path one day when he returns from the store and one afternoon lighting strikes one of the two withered aspen trees outside the house trees known in the village as Mattis and HegeWhen Mattis decides to employ himself as a ferryman the only passenger he manages to bring across the lake is a lumberjack Jørgen When Jørgen and Hege become lovers Mattis finds he cannot adjust to this new situation Wholly reliant on Hege and ter. Hush now dont explainYou re my joy and pain I ve never been less inclined to dissect and explain what a book is all about than now It feels like riding roughshod over something soft and pure and true something beyond words and meaning To understand this book I need to learn the language of birds of thunder and of light over water Tarjei Vesaas is the one who knows all these secret signs and he offers them to us like a child holding out a treasure a nest a polished stone a wildflower that he has just found To be immersed in his prose is to be cleansed by that crystal clear northern light of his native Norway and by the peace that comes after a day of hard labour It was tempting but he pushed the idea firmly aside He didn t dare After all the bird might get frightened and something might be spoiled that mustn t be spoiled for anything in the world His name is Mattis and the neighbors call him Simple Simon They believe he is a simpleton but I beg to differ A scientist might argue that Mattis is autistic To me he is Adam in the garden of Eden an innocent soul that hasn t learned how to lie how to hide his feelings behind an armor of indifference or sophistication To paraphrase another writer who struggled to find her place in a cynical world Mattis is near to the wild heart of life Everyday is a miracle waiting to happen everything around him is a sign a promise or a threat that needs to be studied and understood When a bird flies one evening above his cottage Mattis is convinced this is a portent that his life will be forever changed The wings were high up in the mild night air but at the same time they touched the very center of Mattis s heart The soft dark touch of something beyond understanding It spread right through him Me and the woodcock sort of ran his formless train of thought His tragedy is that Mattis lacks the words to put his emotions into language to communicate to others the richness of his inner world To me this brings Mattis in line with the rest of us Who among us didn t experience this distance between meaning and the words we use to express it How many times did this meaning remained locked inside us for lack of a partner in conversation or for lack of proper language skills Under the subtle pen of Vesaas Mattis becomes me and his puzzlements are all the uestions I ignored or dismissed over the years Two withered aspen trees side by sidein among the green growing spruces Mattis is not alone in the world because he has a sister devoted to him He and Hege live in a rundown cottage at the outskirts of an unnamed village Because Mattis is unable to do any proper work Hege provides for both of them by endlessly knitting sweaters to sell They are both growing old together but the years side by side were not enough to break through the barriers of language raised by Mattis s particular worldview What difference does it make whether there s a woodcock here or not exclaims Hege when Mattis runs in with the news of his small miracle She needs to worry about money for food about her life going to waste about the tedious routines that have remained unchanged for decadesYet change is in the air announced by the woodcock flying over the cottage by the thunderstorms of spring by the restlessness of Hege who starts to chafe under the constant neediness of her younger brother Think of others a bit too You have to when you re grown up What others he asked helplessly filling her with fright Tarjei Vesaas has woven his magic for me before bringing together light and darkness yearning and fear beauty and sadness into apparently simple stories of ordinary people going about their ordinary lives The inner thoughts of his characters are always reflected in changes in the natural world I envy him most of all this close contact with the forests and fields with rivers and ice mountains with the wild creatures that are the repositories of our innocence and of our freedom Mattis is closer to his woodcock than to his village neighbours He is not civilized he knows no middle ground between terror and extasy and his mood swings will often frighten the people around him Some most of these people treat him with kindness some with mockery or suspicion None though can break through to his inner core and bring him back into the fold The longer I read the convinced I was that Mattis is not for his world view spoiler Vesaas is also a master at foretelling one of the dry aspens is hit by lightning the woodcock is shot by a local boy hide spoiler


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    Fuglane by Tarjei Vesaas (Read) Like a gentle ripple across calming waters or a songbird taking flight in the early morning sunrise Tarjei Vesaas writes a delicately structured story of two siblings living a serene existence in rural Norway Mattis is a sweet natured simpleton who burns the days away drifting off into his own world whilst older sister Hege knits s

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    Fuglane by Tarjei Vesaas (Read) Tarjei Vesaas ¶ 0 characters Free download õ PDF, DOC, TXT or eBook ¶ Tarjei Vesaas The world is a hostile place and according to Mattis people don’t mean what they say when they speak A simpleton a weirdo a child imprisoned in the body of an adult man Mattis muses over the factors that separate him from the rest of the small community of the nameless village lost somewhere in a rural area in Norway where he and his sister Hege subsist in a cottage by the lakeCondemned to be permanently out of work

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    Fuglane by Tarjei Vesaas (Read) “You are You that was what was written” For the past week every time I stepped into my room an inuisitive man bombarded me with string of uestions I had no answers to “What’s the use of having so many turnips?” he asked as he lay gazing at the naked sky A faint whiff of camphor emitted from his smile as he repeated how he pompousl

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    Fuglane by Tarjei Vesaas (Read) Free read Fuglane by Tarjei Vesaas the flight of Woodcock with its wings spread widegives me hope and few tears in the eye A Rebellious HaikuA harmonious union between a sublime array of words a fateful conviction and the search for an imperceptible notion by a singula

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    Fuglane by Tarjei Vesaas (Read) Tarjei Vesaas ¶ 0 characters Hush now dont explainYou're my joy and pain I've never been less inclined to dissect and explain what a book is all about than now It feels like riding roughshod over something soft and pure and true something beyond words and meaning To understand this book I need to learn the language of birds of thunder and of light over water Tarjei Vesaas is the one who knows all these secret signs and he offers them to

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    Fuglane by Tarjei Vesaas (Read) Mattis is a man with the mind of a child His elder sister Hege takes care of him knits sweaters constantly in order to support the two of themI can't say I liked this book but it was interesting to see inside the mind of this man ch

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    Free read Fuglane by Tarjei Vesaas Tarjei Vesaas ¶ 0 characters Free download õ PDF, DOC, TXT or eBook ¶ Tarjei Vesaas Mattis a man with the mind of a child or maybe a boy trapped in the body of an adult male Sensitive still deligh

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    Free download õ PDF, DOC, TXT or eBook ¶ Tarjei Vesaas Tarjei Vesaas ¶ 0 characters Free read Fuglane by Tarjei Vesaas She looked at him as at a grown p now and then she said something 'You're lucky seeing things the way you do I don't I can tell you'She had stopped now wasn't simply rushing off to her eight petalled roses Today once again she had heard a tone in his voice that made her pause'How do you see things then?' he asked forgetting himself Spoilt the moment completely She gave a start even though she was really to blameThe peo

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    Fuglane by Tarjei Vesaas (Read) In moments of not uite sober reflection I see myself a truffling pig rooting through the pages of these books looking for answers not necessarily answers to Life's mysteries but to the Why of the book itself My snout bumps against some allegorical knob and I pause and raise a porcine eyebrow Aha I snort I smile a satisfied pork smile happy in my muck of certainty or maybe just a pig's obstinacyBut with an old pig's sense I do n

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    Fuglane by Tarjei Vesaas (Read) Meet Mattis the main character who you cannot but love although he speaks and acts a little strange not like other persons His vision to the

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  • Paperback
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  • Fuglane by Tarjei Vesaas
  • Tarjei Vesaas
  • English
  • 23 March 2020
  • 9780914671206