EBOOK or PDF (El túnel) Ì Ernesto Sabato
What I learned from this novel is that if you look intensely and soulfully at a painting in a gallery and the artist himself happens to see you doing it and conceives the notion that you and only you alone have perceived the true great meaning of this work you might find yourself cajoled inveigled drawn in stalked obsessively obsessed over night and day belittled berated bewildered bamboozled brutalised and finally stabbed and illed in a blizzard of male rage in just exactly the same way these ghastly things are done in any old vulgar sex crime you might see on Forensic Files or in the pages of your local tabloid and so the moral is clear if out of the corner of your eye you do see the famous artist looking at you looking you should beat it out of there as fast as your little feet can carry you and don t look back until you re back behind double locked doors because he might just might be the protagonist of an existential novel from the 1940s If you want to foreground a sociopath misogynist stalker s sense of urban isolation and alienation against a woman s prolonged emotional and physical abuse at the hands of the same person and call it existentialist literature your choice Just don t expect me to appreciate it Sabato s The Tunnel 1948 resembles Camus The Stranger 1942 for both are spare short novels featuring murderer protagonists as first person narrators men who are profoundly alienated not only from their societies but also from any meaningful personal relationship But the two protagonists are very different from each other too Camus hero Meursault a shipping clerk is an unimaginative man alienated from his own emotions Sabato s hero Castel a well The Unlikeliest Hero: The Story of Desmond T. Doss known painter experiences his emotions intensely but projects them all onto a woman the only woman he believes who can ever fully understand him Meursault s alienation leads to a murder of indifference Sabato s to a murder of obsessionThe reader watches in growing frustration and horror as Castel poisons what might have been a brief sweet dalliance with a married woman who notices something in one of his paintings he believed only he and his ideal woman could ever see His relentless all consuming hunger for her absolute devotion devours each romantic encounter draining it of joy and further intensifying his isolation Then one day that isolation blossoms into crimeThis is a fine book about the desperate loneliness of romantic obsession If such an obsession has ever touched your life you should find this short novel both disturbing and fascinatingSo why is it called The Tunnel Sabato and Castel explains this metaphor toward the end of the book it was if the two of us had been living in parallel passageways or tunnels nevernowing that we were moving side by side like souls in like times finally to meet before a scene I had painted as a ind of ey meant for her alone as a ind of secret sign that I was there ahead of her and that the passageways finally had
JOINED AND THE HOUR OF OUR and the hour of our had comeWhat a stupid illusion that had beenthat the whole story of the passageways was my own ridiculous invention and that after all there was only one tunnel dark and solitary mine the tunnel in which I had spent my childhood my youth my entire life Really wanted to nail this in one sitting but still managed it in two wow this still retains it s power to shock all these years later disturbing and even funny Sabato features possibly the most chilling ending I have come across to date Narrated by an artist in jail that being Juan Pablo Castelwho practically goes about stalking a woman named Maria after he spots her eying one of his canvases in a gallery From this moment on he forces his way into her life learning she has a blind husband and ex lovers drives him deranged with jealous envy A perverse effect of the candour in Castel s retrospective account is that it almost makes you forget he s a murderer believing this is an ordinary man just telling a story It wasn t always uncomfortable and has some darkly humorous moments throughout The lurking horror of his crime is all the gross for its subtlety that s what makes El T nel so darn chilling A fantastic psychological short novel Missing out on top marks though because I still felt it s story somehow seemed unbalanced You now I was going to review this book but then it occurred to me that I would never Prisoner of Midnight know if you have read my review I mean yes I do get likes but suppose people are liking them without reading them Of course why would anyone do that Two possibilities seem to suggest themselves either they want to make a fool of me by making meeep writing reviews that no one reads or to distract me from something Of course that in itself calls for a mass conspiracy because so many people from so many countries will be liking my reviews unless of course it is one person with many fake accounts Now that I think about it the possibility seems very real The above is how our protagonist might have started a review "But now to proper reviewI don t now if it can be defined that way but all art " now to proper reviewI don t now if it can be defined that way but all art it be painting writing singing etc all art forms Just as Opaue the Second Time RoundIn The Tunnel Ernesto Sabato has a mysogonistic puerile obsessive apparently psychopathic murderer tell the reader his every thought about a folie a deux with his victim and its rationale My first time through The Tunnel left me bewildered Of what literary rather than ideological merit is this work For whose edification or amusement is it meant My original conclusion It s a difficult book to be interested in much less like But I picked up on a hint by another. عندما ظهرت النفق أخذ عليها بعض النقاد عدم دقة عالمها الخارجي، وغموض الشخصيات التي تتحرك حول بطل الرواية كاستيل وهدوءها، ولكن ساباتو يقول إنه أراد كتاب قصة رسام أصيب بالجنون لأنه لم يتمكن من التو?. Is in an unfamiliar house surrounded by friends and one sinister stranger We read The man began to change me into a bird into a man size bird He began with my feet I saw them gradually turning into something like rooster claws Then my whole body began to change from the feet up like water rising in a pool but when I began to speak it was at the top of my voice Then I was amazed by two facts the words I wanted to say came out as suawks screeches that fell on my ears as desperate and alien perhaps because there was still something human about them and what was infinitely worse my friends did not hear the suawking just as they had not seen my enormous bird body This nightmare foreshadows a scene in The Angel of Darkness where S bato walks down a street in Buenos Aires having been transformed into a half blind barely aware four foot batThe theme of blindness pops up continually Maria Iribarne s husband is blind During one emotionally charged conversation Castel accuses Maria of deceiving a blind man At another point Castel conveys how he was blinded by the painful glare of his own shyness and at still another how his blindness prevented him from seeing a flaw in an idea And turns out we can see how Castel s obsession made him blind when it came to Maria For example the following exchange where Castel first converses with herThe hardness in her face and eyes disturbed me Why is she so cold I asked myself Why Perhaps she sensed my anxiety my hunger to communicate because for an instant her expression softened and she seemed to offer a bridge between us But I felt that it was a temporary and fragile bridge swaying high above an abyss Her voice was different when she added But I don t now what you will gain by seeing me I hurt everyone who comes near me The Tunnel by Sabato inspired by Dostoevsky and Kafka is not just an intriguing novel but also an important existential classic It cannot be totally denied that there are some similarities between Castel of this novel and Meursault from The Stranger but Castel is not too nihilistic in his views The heart of Castel might have been frozen but there was a drop or two of love just enough to feed the birdsSolitude is often thought of as something self warranted Sometimes even a man who built his own fortress of solitude from which he can watch and sneer at others waits eagerly for someone to breach the wall that confines him God or Man Solitude is not indestructibleCastel doesn t want to be judged but to be understood That s why Castel having ended up in the prison cell narrates the events that changed his life He was oblivious of all human sorrows in his tunnel of solitude There were no intruders His journey inside his tunnel has always been unobtrusive with occasional suspicious sneaks from the outside and a
faint hope of meeting someone inside from the outside Slowly the walls eep narrowing in Darkness eeps creeping in Such was hope of meeting someone inside from the outside Slowly the walls eep narrowing in Darkness 6 1/2 Body Parts (Body Movers, keeps creeping in Such was life of Castel Usually that feeling of being alone in the world is accompanied by a condescending sense of superiority I scorn all humankind people around me seem vile sordid stupid greedy gross niggardly I do not fear solitude it is almost Olympian He was free but incomplete and waiting anxiously for someone or a guiding light Along came a lovely being ravaging his solitude and denting his vanity After gazing from the outside for a while at the tunnel wall of paintingMar a viewing Castel s painting of Motherhood as shown below Mar a left without a word There was a strange distant silent sea which beckoned to them and which would sweep him away in the name of love Here is Castel reflecting on his past and a love affair which otherwise would have lasted had he notilled the only person who would understand him What went wrong Who wronged their love which could have otherwise been beautiful and maybe everlasting It also happens that when we have reached the
limits of despair that precede suicide when we have exhausted the inventory of every evil and reached the point where evil of despair that precede suicide when we have exhausted the inventory of every evil and reached the point where evil invincible then any sign of goodness however infinitesimal becomes momentous and we grasp for it as we would claw for a tree root to eep from hurtling into an abyss But soon the goodness seemed not enough His perverse predictions deceived him His syllogisms had become sinful delusions His absurd uestions made him confront his love His fractured love metamorphosed him into a heartless murderer It is not solitude any but a sordid museum of shame Here is he animated by the faint hope that someone will understand him even if it is only one person giving an impartial account of the events which ensued from his love affair It was just about the stroke of dawn lilacs started to bloom the birds were singing along the orchestra was about to embark on I got up early and decided to plunge myself in books I d a few options The Tunnel Beauty and Sadness and Reuiem A hallucination I chose The Tunnel for from exce El t nel The Tunnel Ernesto S batoThe Tunnel is a dark psychological novel written by Argentine writer Ernesto Sabato about a deranged traditional painting techniue Juan Pablo Castel and his obsession with a woman traditional painting techniue Juan Pablo Castel and his obsession with a woman story s title refers to the symbol for Castel s emotional and physical isolation from society which becomes increasingly apparent as Castel proceeds to tell from his jail cell the series of events that enabled him to murder the only person capable of understanding him Marked by its existential themes The Tunnel received enthusiastic support from Albert Camus and Graham Greene following its publication in 1948 2008 1386 174 9644482956 20 1387 160 9789649234816 04071399. أن يرى بهواه الخاص والمتأجج قراءة النفق في المستوى الأول ليست سوى اعترافات رسام أصيب بالجنون وقتل بدافع من الغيرة، لكنها في مستوى أعمق مأساة الوحدة، ومأساة التواصل، ومأساة البحث عبثاً عن المطلق. .
GR reader and found that Sabato was a scientist before he was a writer and had incorporated uantum physics in The Tunnel as a sort of hidden metaphor Indeed there is a short book by Halpern and Carpenter which outlines the way in which the metaphor is meant to work at ey points in the book This led me back into The Tunnel for another look Halpern and Carpenter suggest that Sabato followed Borges in his interest in the labyrinthine character of history through which the world changes direction at critical nodes They also point out Borges allusions to alternative and even parallel universes that were of interest to Sabato They contend that Sabato builds on these Borgian tropes to create scenes of discontinuous time in his storyMaybe so But I find the argument of Halpern and Carpenter to be somewhat tendentious But even stipulating their observations I don t see the point The metaphor if there is certainly not central to this tale of murder and psychopathy Of course there are always alternative trajectories for any story or for any historical reality But the idea of using the collapse of the uantum wavefront as the signal for a decisive turning point seems to me trivial and fatuousTrue the protagonist Juan Pablo is continuously analysing his situation in terms of alternative possibilities as in this internal monologue I constructed an endless series of variations In one I was talkative witty something in fact I never am in another I was taciturn in still another sunny and smiling At times though it seems incredible I answered rudely even with ill concealed rage It happened in some of these imaginary meetings that our exchange broke off abruptly because of an absurd irritability on my part or because I rebuked her almost crudely for some comment I found pointless or ill thought out But this is a symptom of madness not a symbol of impending uantum resolution Even the speaker recognises that this damned compulsion to justify everything I do isn t normalConseuently it seems to me that the metaphor of uantum physics does nothing to explicate Sabato s very dark story Juan Pablo is a misanthrope without any mitigating not to say redeeming features The Tunnel therefore doesn t get any interesting with a possible metaphorical foundation Unless of course sabato s intention was simply to create a sort of uantum uncertainty about this very foundation In any case not terribly stimulating My original review us here Cui bonoI have been trying to finish this short novel for weeks But I can only get through 10 pages at a time I ve finally given up I don t get it Is there something beyond an obsessivecompulsive folie a deux that I am simply unable to comprehend Someone please explain where I am going wrong One of the giants of Latin American literature Ernesto S bato 1911 2011 lived most of his life in Buenos Aires Argentina and periodically committed his own manuscripts to the flames noting in one interview with wry satisfaction how fire is purifying Fortunately in addition to many essays three of his novels survive Before commenting on The Tunnel his first novel written in 1948 some observations on his other two On Heroes and Tombs S bato s dark brooding 500 pager includes an entire hallucinogenic mindbending section Report on Blind People The novel also features young Martin and the object of his obsessive love Alejandra a reclusive young lady who deals with serious bouts of madness With every page turned a reader is led ever further down murky winding corridors of memory and imagination Not an easy readAnd S bato s second full length novel The Angel of Darkness is even darker and brooding where S bato himself takes on the role of main character and first person narrator In one outlandish scene S bato has a nightmare where he shows up on his wedding day as groom wearing only his underwear marrying a television celebrity with blind Jorge Luis Borges standing in as best man I mention Borges s blindness since this novel also involves a search for a Society of the Blind rud to be responsible for all the world s ills With its uniue combination of magical realism and philosophic reflections I judge this as one of the greatest novels ever written However on this point I am an army of one since nearly all critics and readers novels ever written However on this point I am an army of one since nearly all critics and readers this work as dense heavy and overly cerebralTurning to The Tunnel Juan Pablo Castel first person narrator of S bato s short novel is a painter who becomes obsessed with a young woman who has a particular appreciation for a scene in one of his paintings And although The Tunnel is the same length as Camus s The Stranger and both are considered works
Of Existential Alienation The Obsessiveexistential alienation the obsessive is a universe away from Meursault s indifference And to whom may we compare Castel For my money narrators in Tommaso Landolfi s tales of obsession aristocratic and condescending down to their toes looking at their fellow humans even those educated and cultured or perhaps especially those educated and cultured as a rabble of vulgar ugly gluttonous gross moronsBack to Castel s obsession for the young woman The opening line of the novel It should be sufficient to say that I am Juan Pablo Castel the painter who illed Maria Iribarne Hi sits in the room where he is locked up and writes down how once he killed Maria Iribarne Hi sits in the room where he is locked up and writes down how once he eyes on Maria Iribarne he was driven mad by desire This is one compelling story Once I started reading I couldn t put the book down until I finished My sense is S bato wanted his reader to do exactly that read in one sitting to get the full emotional and psychic impact of Castel s obsessionAt one point Castel relates a nightmare where he. ?صل مع أحد، حتى مع المرأة التي يبدو أنها فهمته من خلال الرسم والنفق مكتوبة بلسان مجنون، وهذا النمط من الشخصيات يستدعي، لكي يكون وجوده ممكناً أن ينصرف كلياً الى هاجسه، يحب ويرى ويسمع ويروي ما ينبغي.