![]() And that the apparently crabwise motion of the narrative - its near-refusal to proceed - is in fact Sebald's way of sidling up to some of the most significant questions of modern history: trauma, the Holocaust, repression. Gradually, the reader realises that this almost folksy travelogue is in fact a vastly complex rumination on ruination and transience. Along the way, he tells apparently disconnected stories about the deforestation of Britain, the drowned town of Dunwich, the herring trade and Bergen-Belsen. ![]() ![]() The Rings of Saturn describes a summer walking tour down the Suffolk coast, made by a narrator figure who resembles, but is not quite, Sebald himself. His eerie, piebald, polymorphous narratives - with their infrequent paragraph breaks, their wanderingly long sentences, and their embedded black and white photographs - have attracted the attention of architects, poets, artists, psychoanalysts, philosophers, geographers and historians, as well as hundreds of thousands of "ordinary" readers. This curiously antique stylist has also - at least in England and America - become recognised as one of the most contemporary of writers. ![]() But Sebald's reputation has only grown since. ![]()
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