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Superb... With this new book Galgut has struck out in a new direction and taken his writing to a whole other level. It is a quite astonishing work. --William Skidelsky, Observer

Acute, beautiful, unsettling. I have rarely felt so moved whilst reading. --Sarah Hall, The Times

One of the most beautiful and unsettling books I've ever read. I can't remember a more troubling and intense study of rootlessness and loneliness; Galgut is a writer of great, almost frightening, depth. --Tash Aw --Ce texte fait référence à l'édition Broché .

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'Beautiful. Strikingly conceived and hauntingly written.' Jan Morris, Guardian

Damon Galgut's masterful novel of longing and thwarted desire following one man on three very different journeys.

A young man takes three journeys, through Greece, India and Africa. He travels with little purpose, letting the chance encounters of the road dictate his path. But although he knows that he is drifting, he is unable to settle. It is as if, without these encounters, the person he is cannot exist. And yet each journey ends in disaster.

A novel of longing and thwarted desire, rage and compassion, In a Strange Room is an extraordinary evocation of one man's search for love, and a place to call home. --Ce texte fait référence à l'édition Broché .

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49 internautes sur 53 ont trouvé ce commentaire utile 
the distance of travel 30 juillet 2010
Par Kindle Customer - Publié sur Amazon.com
Format: Format Kindle Achat vérifié
In a Strange Room is a curious book to describe. It could well be described as both a novel or three stories/novellas. The narrator is the same throughout the stories, and they're heavily connected through theme. None of the other characters or events transcend their sections, but it still felt like a novel to me. Regardless of its structural semantics, it's ultimately the tale of a South African man who travels the world (Africa, Europe and India) forming bonds with his fellow wanderers.

Galgut's writing captured me from the beginning of this novel. When he writes dialogue, he doesn't use quotation marks. Instead, he adds a blank line in between each speaker. He doesn't use question marks either, which brings a poignancy and nuance to many of the conversational statements that can work as both questions and statements. Using quotation marks and question marks yields fewer meanings, but Galgut avoids them and creates a concise prose with the beautiful vagueness of poetry. He often uses commas to string together multiple sentences. His commandeering of punctuation was as mesmerizing as the musings of his characters:
"Myth always has some fact in it. And what is the face here. I don't know, this place exists, for a long time people thoughts it didn't, that's a fact to start with."

Galgut seems to play with the reader too. The narrator jumps between first-person and third-person and offers glimpses of the future. Initially, I couldn't tell if the narrator was the main character. Galgut revealed it by jumping between first and third-person narrative within the same sentence, a trick he used several times. This switching alters the story in its own way as well. The reader and the narrator feel closer to the story at some times than others. Galgut's prose seems simple and straightforward, but he packs a remarkable amount of punch into it. Some statements even extend beyond double entendres: "This seems to mean one thing, but may mean another."

As much as I enjoyed Galgut's use of language and beautiful characterizations of people, the musings of a frequent traveler shined for me the most:
"He watches, but what he sees isn't real to him. Too much travelling and placelessness have put him outside everything, so that history happens elsewhere, it has nothing to do with him. He is only passing through. Maybe horror is felt more easily from home. This is both a redemption and an affliction, he doesn't carry any abstract moral burdens but their absence is represented for him by the succession of flyblown and featureless rooms he sleeps in, night after night, always changing but somehow always the same room."

"Something in him has changed, he can't seem to connect properly with the world. He feels this not as a failure of the world but as a massive failing in himself, he would like to change it but doesn't know how. In his clearest moments he thinks that he has lost the ability to love, people or places or things, most of all the person and place and thing that he is. Without love nothing has value, nothing can be made to matter very much. In this state travel isn't celebration but a kind of mourning, a way of dissipating yourself. He moves around from one place to another, not driven by curiosity but by the bored anguish of staying still."

Traveling and the modern nomadic lifestyle are themes that resonate strongly with me. I'm one who is fascinated by the stories of those anonymous faces who pass by me and wonders if their presence is relevant to my life and vice versa. Galgut has a much more poetic take on those whose paths cross ours: "Or perhaps he wants to see it like this, it's only human, after all, to look for a hint of destiny where love or longing is concerned."

Part of my appreciation of this book was seeing world travel through eyes so different than mine and reading it filtered through a character I don't think I would like to travel with. It was a curious dichotomy. I was fascinated by this actions and ideas, but I had no desire to actually engage in a conversation with this fictional character. Ultimately, I found myself raving intellectually more than emotionally about this book. I loved Galgut's writing, and I liked the story, but there was an emotional connection missing for me. I happen to believe that is Galgut's intent to illustrate the narrator's lack of emotional connection with people and places. Even this idea of intention makes me appreciate the writing more. For me to fully, emotionally engage as a reader, I need a connection. I'm a nomadic traveler who finds connections to people and places everywhere. I wander for joy.

Although it read like a novel to me, I was far more engaged during the first two sections. I was not terribly enchanted with the third section, which has me pondering if the order of these fractured stories matters. The journey of reading a novel is sometimes difficult as one who chronicles her thoughts on books. I find myself writing reviews in my head while I read, but I also often find my mind changing as the book goes on. Ultimately, my disaffection with the third section didn't affect my overall enjoyment of the book as a whole, but it did somewhat underwhelm.
20 internautes sur 20 ont trouvé ce commentaire utile 
Is all travel a search for human connection? 5 septembre 2010
Par a reader - Publié sur Amazon.com
Format: Relié
You will know whether you like this book or not within about 5 pages. I read it because it's on the Man Booker longlist, and I'm glad I persevered, though it is way outside my comfort zone. It's a stripped-down narrative told in first- and third-person (and sometimes even second), often within the same sentence: "he" becomes "I" and can occasionally even be the all-encompassing "you." And this main character is named Damon, like the author.

If you can get past that, it actually pays off. We follow Damon, a South African from Capetown, through 3 widely-spaced journeys -- Greece, Africa, and India -- and get the impression that the time between these journeys is also spent traveling, continuously pulling up stakes, putting things in storage, bunking with friends, etc. You just have to put aside thoughts of how this man manages to make a living (trust fund?), what inspired him to travel in the first place, whether or not he's ever had a romantic relationship, and how he manages to have friends everywhere despite demonstrating real problems making human connections. In fact, this last issue you can't put aside. It's probably the heart of the entire novel, though I notice that other reviewers have focused on other issues.

In the first of the 3 sections, he becomes the traveling companion of a ghastly German named Reiner. There are vague sexual overtones to initiate the relationship, but these quickly give way to Reiner's competitive and controlling nature, which eventually drive the narrator to part company with him on a remote mountain in Africa. In the second section, he teams up with a group of 3 Europeans (one Frenchman and a set of Swiss twins) and again has intimations of a connection with Jerome, one of the twins, which leads him to agonize over visiting them and renewing the connection. And in the third section, he undertakes a foolhardy trip to India with a psychotic friend just out of a mental clinic who has no intention of taking her meds, restricting her intake of alcohol and drugs, or otherwise making life bearable for her traveling companion. Hilarity does NOT ensue.

That's the bare-bones outline. But even though Damon is always traveling, anyone looking for local color or even the sense of the process of crossing borders and living on the road will be disappointed. The heart of the novel lies elsewhere, in the absence of Damon's sense of self. (Ah! A reason for those constantly shifting pronouns!) He knows he can't make the connections he wants to, or that, having made them, he can't follow through or keep the intimacy of the moment for any length of time at all. You wonder if he's traveling to find this ability, or to avoid having to deal with the built-in intimacy of routine. The people he DOES make contact with are either repellent (Reiner), unable to communicate (Jerome, whose English is weak and whose nature is shy), or deeply disturbed in ways that make spending any length of time together almost unbearable (Anna, off her meds). He stymies himself at every turn, and ends up -- where?

This novel is thought-provoking and has, despite its playing around with form and narrative a bit, an air of honesty, as if events couldn't have happened any other way. For these reasons alone, it's refreshing and worth reading.
13 internautes sur 14 ont trouvé ce commentaire utile 
Wandering 30 août 2010
Par M. Feldman - Publié sur Amazon.com
Format: Relié Achat vérifié
"In a Strange Room," by the South African writer Damon Galgut, appears on this year's (2010) Man Booker long list and is a very interesting novel--actually three novellas, each chronicling a journey and each also chronicling a failed human relationship. The narrator, who leaves his home in Capetown to wander from place to place for reasons he can scarcely articulate, usually speaks in the third person, but at times the novel shifts to first person as he moves out of each story to reflect on its meaning. Has experience made the first person speaker wiser or happier? It is impossible to say.

Each story is quite different. The first, set in Greece and Lesotho, involves the narrator's attraction to a self-contained German man who is seemingly able to live happily without forming deep ties with others. The second, set in Africa and in Europe, is about a longing between the narrator and another man, neither of whom can articulate his feelings. The third, set mostly in India, examines the relationship between the narrator and a female friend whose mental illness reconfigures their relationship.

The narration in this novel is spare; there is just enough detail to establish a setting. Galgut also uses only a comma (instead of a semi-colon) to link together related clauses, and the effect is almost like a stutter. It helps to establish the traveler's inability to articulate his deepest feelings and thoughts to others; he is able only to commit them to paper and ink. With the reader (also a kind of traveler), the narrator establishes the sympathy and connection that he cannot find in his travels in life.
M. Feldman
6 internautes sur 6 ont trouvé ce commentaire utile 
Stark and Insightful (4.5 stars) 22 août 2010
Par Richard Pittman - Publié sur Amazon.com
Format: Relié
Damon Galgut is frequently compared to JM Coetzee. There are definitely a lot of surface similarities. Galgut is South African like Coetzee. In a Strange Room is 180 pages long which is a typical Coetzee length. Galgut's main character is named Damon and aspects of the novel appear to be autobiographical. In Summertime Coetzee's main character was John Coetzee. Galgut's character is a bit of an odd outsider as Coetzze's characters often are. The prose is very direct as is Coetzee's. Much of the dialogue is in the manin character's mind which again is like Coetzee.

While there are similarities, I think Galgut's writing is not derivative. In A Strange Room is a very powerful short novel divided into three parts.

Damon is a traveller. He is uncomfortable being in one place and is on the road for many months of the year. He seems to be searching but he is not sure what he's searching for.

In the first chapter, he meets a German traveller on the road. They have limited sexual relations but mostly end up being hiking companions as the trek through Lesotho. Damon lives in his own mind and as they travel. The German is the dominant decision maker and subtly exerts this control. Damon is frustrated and angered by this. They drift between comradery and contempt.

The second chapter deals with Damon's obsession with a young Swiss man as he is travelling through Zambia, Malawi and Tanzania. There is a relationship and Damon spends time in Switzerland with the young man's family but ultimately their love/attraction is never fully spoken of nor acted upon.

The third chapter deals with Damon travelling in India with a very mentally unstable friend who continues to make bad choices, hovers on the verge of suicide and consistently makes his life hellish.

All of the chapters are starkly told through the eyes of the constant traveller who is more comfortable on the road than anywhere else. Damon is uncomfortable and much of the novel is uncomfortable.

I think this is a great piece of writing that I found to be very compelling. I highly recommend it. Of the six novels I've read that are on the 2010 Man Booker Prize Long List, this is definitely my favorite.
5 internautes sur 5 ont trouvé ce commentaire utile 
A beautiful and haunting meditation on loneliness and the meaning of life 28 septembre 2010
Par G. Dawson - Publié sur Amazon.com
Format: Format Kindle Achat vérifié
In South African writer Damon Galgut's latest novel, which is shortlisted for this year's prestigious Man Booker Prize, the narrator (also named Damon) describes three different journeys he took as a younger man, one where he filled the role of the follower, one the lover, and one the guardian. Although each trip is distinct, involving different locations (Greece, Africa, and India), travel companions, and challenges, certain themes resurface throughout Damon's wanderings, including his unceasing drive to keep moving and his inability to form lasting relationships. Damon's changing character--which ranges from a powerless follower to an assertive protector, depending on the varying circumstances he confronts--suggests that a large part of human identity derives from external influences rather than from an inherent inner quality. Locating a solid core within this impermanence is what compels Damon to undertake his quests and what creates this novel's momentum.

Throughout Damon's travels, Galgut's sensual prose captures the essence of the traveler's changing landscapes and moods while maintaining an elegant simplicity that shades the three stories with allegorical overtones. Frequent switches between first and third person narration create interesting tension between the older narrator and his younger, traveling self. Overall, In a Strange Room is a beautiful and haunting meditation on loneliness and the unending drive to discover a deeper meaning of life.
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