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CHARACTERS The Tunnel 107 REVIEW Ø eBook, PDF or Kindle ePUB Ø William H. Gass William H. Gass Ø 7 CHARACTERS Writing a novel about his own life instead of the introduction to his magnum opus The Tunnel meditates on history hatred unhappiness and above all languag. Being William Kohler The Tunnel is a sort of portal through which we enter into the head of one William Frederick Kohler We poke around in his memories and his thoughts exploring all the little twists and turns of his mind The uestion of how a child goes from innocence to becoming a monster is answered through Kohler s ramblings and flashbacksBut monster is the wrong word here He never achieves anything that grand There is no murder or torture No scheme to dominate the world Nothing one could point to and say see look at this great evil He threw a brick on Kristallnacht He kills an inconvenient cat He takes advantage of his studentsNasty but his sins are small scale of the heart And author William Gass has painted with words a picture of that heart and the darkness in which it dwells Yes we dig deep into that tunnel The danger for us the reader is finding our way out again for this is an exuisitely written book Bits of poetry keep jumping out of the page the rhythm of words and sentences drawing you in circling around and around in a most hypnotizing fashion There are whole sections of The Waste Land in here transposed into Gass s own words Detail is piled on detail too Images are created that seem to be from your own memoryI read The Tunnel at the same time as Wittgenstein s Mistress and there is a similarity Both are written by lonely people shouting into their typing paper s blankness Except for their memories they are in effect all alone in the world But with The Tunnel I never doubted the presence of a human being It is ugly and beautiful It is mean It is wretched The random snatches of memories introduce us to the people who have been important in Kohler s life Wife Lovers Mentor Colleagues Parents It s all rather painful He has no kind thoughts or fond memories or sympathy for the broken people who raised him Yet even through this mess of unreliable telling our heart aches for them all For the broken dreams For the twisted minds that can t be put rightThe text is filled with wordplay limericks letters literary and historical allusions An annotated version would be helpful though probably most of these references could be picked up by any well read person At least enough to know something is going on here There is much physical inventiveness too using devices such as concrete poems bold text script crossword puzzle design running down the pagevarious fonts Illustrations Here are some examples From bits of Kohler s memory one of the people we meet is Susu So terrible yet so beautifully createdI came to hear skinny Susu sing in her low throaty Sprechstimme which was nevertheless French a song about the carrion crow It had innumerable verses and she never sang them all How her voice reached me through the noise and bulk of those bodies belly to belly like the bottles on the bar was a mystery belonging to magic than to science Her sounds were hesitant shy as though regretting they had come and hardly strong as the waitresses who dressed in costumes purportedly Bavarian elbowed everyone aside to slop down drinks Perhaps it was drawn to me as sucking insects are and became devious Certainly that song was thirsty for my blood and I never really heard any other Perhaps I shouldn t smoke so much Perhaps the roses will freeze In the camps a cigarette was often hard to come by We often smoked together you and I toes exuisitely touching once at the hips again at the elbows the smoke going off toward the ceiling in a lazy curl the way our bodies seemed to burn off after lovingSusu would sing it once every evening she would sing it with blank black doll s eyes and a fixed sad smile she wore the way she wore her clothing absently scarcely moving her mouth Her dresses were cut in a deep V like the style you see in Lautrec s posters of Yvette Guilbert Sometimes yellow mostly green they were stretched so tight across her boyish braless chest the nipples leaped out from the fabric like bumps on pebbled water The song could have come from her eyes just as well They never blinked I had a passion for that woman Immense Now I can t bear to have a table touch me In this house I avoid chairs with arms and sit in the middle of couches and then only on the yielding edge I am impressed by what the world will swallow Mouths too I must confess no longer please meSusu I love you A little like the mantis I remember since her head would swivel slowly in the hard inhuman manner of the mantis and her face was blunted at its points like a badly damaged triangle Not you Lou You stood straight yet every curve was languorous smoothly moving like a line drawn through the unobstructed space of sleep They fell when shot in all the ways open One could have made a study of such falling bodies the stance the weight the tension of the limbs the impact of the bullet I love you Susu anywaythat blank watchfulness which Susu had so much of a watchfulness a mirror s you knew there was no consciousness behind something is watching something is watchful but what At the back of Susu s eyes of course there was plenty there was Hieronymus Bosch there were diableries so my life lasts a little longer And what did I read about you Susu in those documents Susu my slender singer whom I love that you roasted the thumbs of a dozen Jews and ate them while they watched those who had not faintedWhen the smoldering Monro Cast Is under tow to New York snapped her lines and became snagged on a sand bar only a few yards off Convention Pier in Asbury Park bodies began to bob up on Asbury beaches 25 cents was charged to gaze upon the stricken ocean liner from the Hall at night people crept aboard to steal from the bodies and loot the ship hacking off fingers to get their rings while a mortician among the spectators on the pier passed out his business card Is there any way of digesting facts like this like this one as Susu digested the handy phallic thumb sticks of her Jews Why she didn t have their cocks cut I cannot imagine Wasn t that what she was up to Could she my Susu have shrunk at it Hers certainly wasn t an anti Semitic act because it violated the Nazis dietary laws Could she have sucked such thumbs without the Reich s grand plans could she have realized herself and come so splendidly upon her nature She might have sung songs all her life and fingered milkless leather dildoes who can tell Susu you at least became a true black ueen the evil you created was as close to you as you were you confronted it you took it in your mouth added it uite palpably as weight as measurable nutrition to your hard flat stomached self In fact I always wondered just how much you were a woman No A man in drag that kind of ersatz ueen would fashion for himself an ampler bosom not so ample as my wife s perhaps there is a limit What did I find to admire ever in such flaps The Germans executed my Susu themselves Neither her exemplary performance as a commandant s whore nor her sweetly twisted songs and whispered singing could save her when they found she had some gypsy in her though after her head was amputated color photographs were taken and kept as souvenirs in little folding cases covered neatly in blue cloth with a small though conventional gold decoration Sing Susu through your severed head through your severed arteries and I shall put my mouth to your lips as though you were such an instrument My breath shall reinflate your brain Susu O bag of pipes I approach you in my dreams The deeper we go into The Tunnel the disturbing it is To look through such eyes and to know that this too is what it means to be a human being

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CHARACTERS The Tunnel 107 REVIEW Ø eBook, PDF or Kindle ePUB Ø William H. Gass William H. Gass Ø 7 CHARACTERS Masterpiece The story of a middle aged professor who upon completion of his massive historical study Guilt and Innocence in Hitler's Germany finds himself. RIP Hamlet What have you my good friends deserv d at the hands ofFortune that she sends you to prison hither Guildenstern Prison my lord Hamlet Denmark s a prison Rosencrantz Then is the world one Hamlet A goodly one in which there are many confines wards anddungeons Denmark being one o th worst Rosencrantz We think not so my lord Hamlet Why then tis none to you for there is nothing either good orbad but thinking makes it so To me it is a prison Don t you see that when a man writes the history of your country in another mother language he is bent on conuest If he succeeds he will have replaced your past and all your methods of communication your habits of thinking feeling and perceiving your very way of being with his own His history will be yours perforce Mad Meg Guilt and Innocence The process of Denazification began in earnest in early 1946 with a series of directives issued by the Allied Control Council The aim was a thorough meticulous investigation of the entire German people and the punishment of all found to be guilty of supporting the Nazi state Germans were to be placed in one of five categories Major Offenders Offenders Lesser Offenders Followers and Exonerated Persons The concept of collective guilt was emphasized through the posting of graphic images of the concentration camps in newspapers on placards pamphlets and posters displayed in towns cities storefronts and cinemas headed with the statement YOU ARE GUILTY OF THIS However uite rapidly it became clear that such a process was impractical Not only was there no clear defining line between the guilty and the innocent if such words have any real meaning who amongst us could be truly exonerated but the process also ran counter to the urgent need to create a functioning economically sound society To speed up the procedure it was decided that unless their crimes were serious members of the Nazi Party born after 1919 were exempted on the grounds that they had been brainwashed Members of the Nazi party began to buy and sell denazification certificates on the black market The system fragmented and slipped out of sight All that remained were the Nuremburg Trials with all their symbolic cathartic theatre The German people s history was left in chimeric disarray half conuered by the American tongue Is genocide a zombie or a hydra what happens when we cut off its head The actions of the Nazis were only bad because they failed Had they been successful and the Thousand Year Reich established Himmler would be a hero and not a failed chicken farmer with the blood of millions on his hands William Frederick Kohler the monster tunnelled through by Gass has faced the complexity of this problem and recognised its Hydraic nature He is filled with enough self loathing legacy of a wonderfully evoked childhood to face the implications of these events the fact that as a species it is a rare specimen who would not at heart belong as a member of the PdP Of course as its name implies to be a member of the PdP means one would had one be born elsewhere been a member of the NSDAP Can any of us truly say with certainty that all our petty disappointments bitterness and self disgust would not have led us by the hand into that darkness On the first page of the novel are two flags They are broken into sections that name those minor character flaws that we all as human beings suffer from at one time or another Envy Spite Secretiveness Resentment Bigotry Long Suffering Frigidity Niggardliness Malice Sullenness Churlishness Hypocrisy Self pity Vindictiveness Pettiness Procrastination Sloth and Jealousy Gass wishes to remind us that this is also a list of the ingredients reuired to fashion genocide The components of inhumanity are human all too human Hamlet s statement that it is our thoughts that designate good and bad is of course in one sense correct particularly when one refers to morals as Nietzsche pointed out but is there an objective sense in which those flaws listed above can be labelled bad is there something to be said for moral universalism is there a viewpoint from which had the Nazi s succeeded one could still see their guilt and if so then are not all of us veined and marbled by such immorality It is simple enough to designate the Shoah as a bad thing not it must be stated evil as that term is a meaningless excuse but it is the point where as one digs further and further down into individuals and individual acts such certainty starts to crumble that is the most difficult to reconcile with our ideas of humanity Where does one draw the line in the five categories of guilt and innocence set out above It is this issue something I believe is one of the most important and profound legacies of the horrors of the 20thc that Gass spent almost 30 years investigating The Tunnel is a novel of great philosophical importance and subtlety as well as technical masterpiece It is hard going and the passage gets dark narrow and stifling but it is a novel that I cannot recommend highly enough There is no simple answer to the paradox that humanity is fundamentally inhumane but to accept this fact should at least inspire us to vigilance We should continue to tunnel inward even when the dirt falls in our eyes

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CHARACTERS The Tunnel 107 REVIEW Ø eBook, PDF or Kindle ePUB Ø William H. Gass William H. Gass Ø 7 CHARACTERS Thirty years in the making William Gass's second novel first appeared on the literary scene in 1995 at which time it was promptly hailed as an indisputable. There are so many possible ways of existence We have not lived the right life But is there the right life to be lived The Tunnel belongs among those books one drowns in like in the delugeThe man of action has a destiny a star he follows and it draws him on like the Magi or so it s said the taillight of a car it s said the flag of a deer The creator courts the muse pays tribute and pursues sucks sips sniffs puffs pops screws for the favor of his Fancy The visionary sees the future like a dream draped dressmaker s dummy as silks pinned to the canvas skin of a shameless wire veined manikin But we historians we poets of the past tense we wait for our tutelary spirits to find us we sit in one place like the spider and until that little shiver in the web signals the enmeshment of our prey we look within for something to lighten our nightmare the weight of our patience the fluorescent face of a bedside clock for example enamel nailshine bleached sheetThe protagonist and narrator is a historian but he is a mountebank a uack scientist fake Faust He wants to make a pact with the devil but Mephistopheles can t buy his soul because he is a fraud as well because heroes are creatures created by ignorance like infatuations they are born of hype of superstition fraud as are gods saints and movie stars and they all pass into legend myth romance still further fictions like clouds into cloudsConseuently the hero of the novel is nothing but a worm and a worm needs a wormhole And he starts digging the tunnel a private passage to his personal hell And the worm being hates the light the world and everyone in this world Love has its limits but hatred is boundless In order to exist hate must like a worm devour everything on its way And hate slowly devours the hater too