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The Golem (2000)

The Golem (2000)

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3.5Terminado de leer 16/01/2015ATENCIÓN. La siguiente reseña puede contener spoilers no etiquetados, por lo tanto, advertidos quedan. Nunca hay que calzarse en la mollera el sombrero de otro hombre.El mito del golem se remonta al siglo XVIII, cuando un rabino habría podido crear (adelantándose al monstruo de Frankenstein de Mary Shelley) un ser artificial mediante las fórmulas de la cábala. Dicho hombre artificial habría sido concebido para servir de criado y realizar los trabajos pesados (Jo, ¡qué novedad!)Careciendo de vida propia, el ser subsistía solo de día controlado por un pergamino mágico deslizado detrás de sus dientes. Sin embargo, un día el rabino olvidó retirar el pergamino de la boca del golem.El golem cayó bajo el dominio de la locura y huyendo de su amo, destruyó todo a su paso. Finalmente el rabino se enfrentó al golem y destruyó el pergamino. La criatura cayó sin vida. Lo único que quedó como prueba de aquel incidente fue la figura enana de arcilla modelada inicialmente por el rabino. Se dice además de todo esto que aquel ser denominado el “golem” cobra vida cada 33 años, de los días tórridos y aquella energía viciada acumulada en el aire producida por los vivos, dándole vitalidad a la materia, mas no conciencia. Creepy D=De esta guisa acontecen los hechos por los cuales, Athanasius Pernath, tallador de piedras preciosas, habitante del gueto del barrio judío en la vieja Praga, la calle Hahnpass si queremos ser precisos, se convierte en una suerte de golem (mas bien de toques simbólicos) producto de todas esos excesos de los cuales hacen gala las buenas gentes del gueto. Entre estas llamadas “gentes” encontramos a Rosina, puta de profesión y cuyas dichas radican en la burla de las desdichas que les produce a sus acérrimos admiradores (Loisa, Jaromir, entre otros). Los compi de parranda de Athanasius, el viejo titiritero Zwarkh con sus historias reales de viejos pares que no dejan de tener algo de fantástico, Prokop y Vrieslander que no desperdician una noche de juerga para montársela. La hermosísima y exótica Angelina con sus affaires ilícitos que evocan en Pernath una delicia de sensualidad que una no se imaginaría en la querida, dulce e incauta Miriam, hija de Hidell, rabino admirado y respetado por Pernath, para quién juega el papel de guía en los momentos más críticos. Estos dos últimos a quienes Pernath consideraría familia. Y no hay que dejar de lado al infame Aaron Wassertrum, parte clave en las maquinaciones del vengativo Charousek y se pudiese decir, desencadenante de las pasiones de nuestros personajes, pasiones que de las formas más peculiares terminan buscando salida a través del Maestro Pernath.Esta obra, escrita con un particular estilo sombrío, muy pesimista, y que veces sí, se relata dentro del espacio onírico y otras veces más, pasa de lo metafórico a lo simbólico sin dejarse de lado el espiritualismo, conlleva un análisis profundo de cada uno de los elementos tanto por separado como en conjunto, puesto que se trasponen de tal forma que resulta un poco complicado para el lector dilucidar entre lo real y lo imaginado, darse cuenta si Athanasius está despierto, está soñando o viviendo una experiencia extracorporal.Sin duda con esta historia, admirada por sus paisanos de antaño, Meyrink nos introduce con aires góticos a un mundo excepcional, pensado hasta el último detalle que para degustarlo hay que ponerle un buen de ganas para así poder darse una idea de su grandeza.Lo bueno: Los personajes, no importa cual, todos te hablaban con voz propia a pesar de hacerlo a través de Athanasius. Y el final ¡Ese final…!Lo malo: El ritmo y el estilo del autor, es un libro extremadamente lento en el que cada dilema se resuelve de a poco y no te enteras de que se ha resuelto hasta que relees un párrafo, terminas el libro y tres días después caes en cuenta del significado de lo leído. Y el estilo del autor, gótico/surrealista o whatevah es sumamente pesado.Lo feo: Este libro, citando a mi amichi de GR Laura, te hace bullying descaradamente, nunca me había sentido tan intimidada por un libro. Es como si tuviera tal presencia que se volviera en un ser tangible Nelson Muntz y me menospreciara intelectualmente con un burlón: ¡Ja, já!P.S. Creo que fui producto de la mente trastornada de Athanasius Pernath.

While the story of The Golem alone deserves four stars as Gustav Meyrink's masterpiece, the Tartarus Press edition, of which I happen to be a fortunate owner, pushes the book-as-artifact into the five star category. This book is one of my most prized possessions, one of the books I'll reach for if the library ever catches fire. Everything about it screams "I defy you to find another book as cool as me". From the outstanding internal artwork to the silk ribbon marker to the weight of the pages themselves, this is a book of quality workmanship through and through. If I could own all of my favorite books in a Tartarus hardcover edition such as this, I might do nothing but read the rest of my life, starving to death in an easy chair under the light of a reading lamp.As several reviewers have pointed out, The Golem is obtuse. It is clearly not the story of the golem as dramatized in the silent movies directed by Paul Wegener. This book is much less forthright in its horror, if it can be called horrific at all. I think that "unsettling" is a more accurate term. The heavy mysticism and symbolism Meyrink employs simultaneously draws in and distances the reader, making for an uneven read that sets up a disturbing cadence in the reader's mind. This can be aggravating at times, and absolutely captivating at others. One always feels that there's something just around the next bend, emotionally and intellectually speaking. I wonder if Meyrink didn't intend the book to read this way. In this way, he is much like Kafka, but on a more ethereal plane, if you will. Where Kafka creates unease with a sharp dose of uncaring bureaucracy, Meyrink plays hide and seek with shadows that may be interpreted as real demons or as the slow nightmare of a collective unconsciousness. It is because of this openness to interpretation that one reading is really insufficient to judge the work. The Golem, while not as hallucinatory as some think (those who haven't read it) or hope (those who were looking for an early surrealist Gothic tale) , is also not as incomprehensible as some reviewers complain. It is not an easy read, but, like many difficult reads, it is rewarding to wander Prague's streets in search of Meyrink's elusive creature.

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Review of The Golem I'm a big fan of Meyrink's work, because I love novels that one can read many times and still find something new and inspiring to focus on. I found Golem to be so atmospheric that I felt as if I was there in the old Jewish Town, feeling the claustrophobic melancholy of the place, seeing the variety of people who lived there, hearing the old medieval houses whispering their ancient secrets, absorbing the mystery of the stones. I was born in Prague and grew up in the city, but the Jewish Town (also called the Fifth Quarter) was destroyed at the end of 19th century and so the picturesque mystical part of Prague survived only in memories, paintings and in its very basis, the cellars underground. Though most of the houses were torn down, the magic perseveres and one can imagine that it lured Meyrink to write such a story. Also, the mystery of Golem and the House by the Last Lantern in the Golden Lane are intriguingly inspiring. I found the idea of the main hero experiencing a life of an artist who lived in the Jewish Town and most probably later moved to another dimension of Prague very interesting. I was unaware of the terms ibbur or dybbuk and found that this story explained it for me. And so while some of the characters appear to be haunted by some lost spirit (Golem?), the main hero experiences an attachment to a soul that teaches him something of great value. Perhaps Meyrink himself felt that Athanasius Pernath was his ibbur for awhile and by thinking what he was thinking and feeling what he was feeling, he was able to make his life-story real. Meyrink's writing style, his language and the construction of sentences are so poetic! I think this is a book to return to from time to time, as it stays inscribed inside one's heart.
—Iva Kenaz

Question: I am thinking of an author of novels and short stories, a speaker and writer of German, who lived in a predominately Czech-speaking area of the Austro-Hungarian Empire in the early years of the 20th Century. His works are often set in the city of Prague, a setting he fills with menace and dark surrealism. He seems both attracted and repelled by Judaism, an ambiguity reflected in his themes of patriarchy and autonomy, authority and law, isolation and identity in an unjust and chaotic world. Who is the writer I am thinking of?Answer: Franz Kafka, of course.Response: No. Nice try, but I was thinking of Gustav Meyrink. In spite of these similarities, Kafka and Meyrink are very different. Kafka's biography reveals the Modernist pattern we see in Eliot, Pessoa, Stevens: the alienated artist, a middle-class product, disappears into a bureaucracy of trade, banking, or insurance, preserving his originality through a series of expressive masks. Meyrink's biography, on the other hand, shows him to be less like a Modernist than like a flamboyant German Romantic of the early 19th century. The bastard son of a Wurttemburg baron and a Viennese actress, he was indeed a bank worker--a bank director, to be precise--but he was never drab or calculatingly anonymous: a survivor of nervous collapse, tuberculosis, and attempted suicide, he was a bon vivant, a fighter of duels, an unashamed devotee of the occult. Perhaps this last was just too much for his staid middle-class investors: accused of combining spiritualist consultations with executive decisions, Meyrink was arrested for bank fraud and sent to prison for two and a half months. There he suffered both physical paralysis and financial ruin; he cured himself of the former through the postures of yoga and of the latter through the profession of writing. With “The Golem”--a re-imagining of the old Jewish tale—Meyrink's reputation became secure.Kafka's ambiguity towards Judaism derived from fear of his father and and a tentative connection to his own Jewish heritage. Meyrink, on the other hand, was not Jewish at all (although some sources mistakenly assert his mother was). It was through his occult explorations that he became fascinated with Judaism: the force of the folk tales, the truth of the sayings, the splendor of the mystical writings. At the same time, he seems both attracted and repelled by the exotic squalor of Prague's Jewish Quarter. I detect a whiff of anti-semitism here, but I also sense that Meyrink sees the Jews as representative of humanity, illuminated by the divine spirit even though debased and enmired in a fallen world. It is this sense of spiritual potential in a shattered world that most dramatically distinguishes Meyrink. There is little of this theme in Kafka; his protagonists are modern men, vainly attempting to assert their improbable existence in the context of an absurd world. Although Meyrink has much to say about the mystery of identity, his approach seems more gothic, more faux medieval. “The Golem,” a dark fairy tale, may be filled with false identities, fragmented quests, and madness disguised as transformation (or is it the other way round?), but throughout everything, the self and its potential for spiritual illumination never lose reality. The problem is that our world is in pieces: the individual no longer knows himself, for he is buried by fragments of pettiness and posing, spleen and crime. Meyrink reverenced the Kabbalah, and the narrative of “The Golem” seems to embody the myth of the Shevirat haKeilim : although the vessels, unable to contain the Light, have shattered, they shall be restored, in the Lord's good time. Until then, their shards, reflecting the Light, help to illuminate our darkened world.
—Bill Kerwin

Con ‘El Golem’ no hay término medio. O la consideras una obra capital dentro del gótico del siglo XX, o la desprecias sin más, teniéndola por una novela enrevesada y pesada. Yo soy de los primeros. Al principio, y sin tener mucha idea de lo que me iba a encontrar, pensaba leer una historia de terror con la figura del mito del Golem de la literatura judía como tema principal. Y no es así, porque el terror brilla por su ausencia. Es posible que este sea uno de los principales motivos por los que la gran mayoría de lectores se lleven una decepción una vez metidos en su lectura, ya que esperan algo que no llega a surgir nunca, además de encontrarse con una prosa llena de simbolismos.La novela tiene como protagonista a Athanasius Pernath y transcurre en el gueto de Praga, tal vez a finales del siglo XIX. Entre sueños y alucinaciones, donde es difícil distinguir qué es real, Meyrink nos va adentrando más y más en esa Praga oscura de la mano de Pernath y de los demás personajes secundarios, mezclando sus historias tal como van surgiendo, espontáneamente. Pero lo que puede parecer confuso para el lector, realmente lo que hace es crear una atmósfera de tal intensidad que es imposible no seguir con obsesión la historia de Pernath, que transcurre entre edificios con entradas secretas, personajes que buscan venganza, amantes con oscuros secretos, amigos que no lo son tanto y enemigos ruines, y todo ello le sucede a un Pernath que no recuerda muy bien su pasado y que deambula por un presente que le sobrepasa.Sin lugar a dudas, ‘El Golem’, publicado en 1915, es un libro que no deja indiferente a nadie. Seguramente no sea una lectura para todo el mundo y tenga un tipo de lector específico, pero si logras adentrarte en sus páginas, llenas de imágenes poderosas, el recuerdo que deja es imborrable.
—Oscar

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