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Original Title:	Příliš hlučná samota
ISBN:	0349102627 (ISBN13: 9780349102627)
Edition Language:	English
Characters:	Haňťa
Setting:	Prague (Praha)(Czech Republic)

Too Loud a Solitude

Bohumil Hrabal

Paperback | Pages: 98 pages

Rating: 4.06 | 14492 Users | 1654 Reviews

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Title	:	Too Loud a Solitude
Author	:	Bohumil Hrabal
Book Format	:	Paperback
Book Edition	:	Deluxe Edition
Pages	:	Pages: 98 pages
Published	:	August 1st 2007 by Abacus (first published 1976)
Categories	:	Fiction. European Literature. Czech Literature. Novels. Literature. Classics. Writing. Books About Books

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TOO LOUD A SOLITUDE is a tender and funny story of Haňťa - a man who has lived in a Czech police state - for 35 years, working as compactor of wastepaper and books. In the process of compacting, he has acquired an education so unwitting he can't quite tell which of his thoughts are his own and which come from his books. He has rescued many from jaws of hydraulic press and now his house is filled to the rooftops. Destroyer of the written word, he is also its perpetrator.

But when a new automatic press makes his job redundant there's only one thing he can do - go down with his ship.

This is an eccentric romp celebrating the indestructability- against censorship, political opression etc - of the written word.

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Although it could be read as an allegory about censorship in the Communist period, it doesnt need to be. It is a very enjoyable book on its own. Anyone who has had the good fortune of living in a community dominated by universities will recognize Hrabal description of Prague. Hrabal is a master of capturing the comic absurdities of life in everyday conversations. The narrator is Hunta, a 50-something everyman who greatly enjoys his beer. His job is to compact used paper, mainly books, into piles

Hrabal was quite a man. He seems to have understood, and relished, life's absurdities and joys while criticizing societal failures with the nib of his pen. This work feels fresh enough to have been written today, and paradoxically has the feel of a book a century or two old. His mention, more than once, of the phrase "not until we're totally crushed do we show what we are made of" awakens the reader to the anguish in his "world of moral contradictions."Nearly every chapter starts with a

On a lazy summer day, at the age of 5, I made my first true friend. As I stared deeper into its face, I begged, pleaded my mother to let me be friends with this elegant thing. Even with a stubborn promise of practicing my cursive writing for an hour daily, it took my mother more than a week to be able to allow me to bring this new friendship in my life. Over the years, I have made several friends and have been at the receiving end of the love-hate relationship for decades. Some have chosen me

I had been meaning to read Hrabal's classic novella for quite a while, but last night I finally picked it up. Instantly, I was transported to the world of Hantá in a crumbling Communist Prague. Hrabal combines lyrical descriptions of the pleasures - and the necessity - of reading, with surreal passages revealing Hantá's tangible interactions with the figures in his books, in a world where reading and intellectual and creative engagement are no longer valued. It is a stunningly written, very

Rare books perish in my press, under my hands, yet I am unable to stop their flow: I am nothing but a refined butcher. Books have taught me the joy of devastation.A trip down the history lane by walking through the ruins which once stood tall in their resplendence and laurels can make one hear the echoes of steadfast voices that match the rhythm of our steps and seek to become the teller of stories of an era gone by, of wars fought, won and lost; of love both passionate and eternal. In the

Bohumil Hrabal may have been dear to god (its what his name means), but certainly not to the Czech communist party, who forced him to recant his evil capitalist ways in 1975 and still they didnt publish him. Too Loud a Solitude circulated in the underground press only. And still, the dissidents called him a whore. But Hrabal, Im sure, wrote this gem with every hope for official publication. It is subversive, and perverse, but in the most ephemeral, double entendre, understated way. Blink, and

I first heard about this book when I listened to episode 185 of the Book Fight Podcast, where they discussed the book Closely Watched Trains. While describing the background and context of that novel, they mentioned this one in passing, and it sounded right up my alley.The central character of Hanta works as a trash compactor in the years immediately following the defeat of the Nazis in World War II. He also rescues books from his workplace and has been hoarding and stacking endless books on