{"id":3137,"date":"2010-01-29T08:52:22","date_gmt":"2010-01-29T12:52:22","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/mookseandgripes.com\/reviews\/?p=3137"},"modified":"2016-06-06T17:42:14","modified_gmt":"2016-06-06T21:42:14","slug":"w-g-sebald-the-rings-of-saturn","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/mookseandgripes.com\/reviews\/2010\/01\/29\/w-g-sebald-the-rings-of-saturn\/","title":{"rendered":"W.G. Sebald: <em>The Rings of Saturn<\/em>"},"content":{"rendered":"<pre><span style=\"color: #003366;\"><strong><em>The Rings of Saturn<\/em><\/strong><\/span>\r\n<span style=\"color: #808080;\">by W.G. Sebald (<em>Die Ringe\u00a0des Satrun, Eine englische\u00a0Wallfahrt<\/em>, 1995)<\/span>\r\n<span style=\"color: #808080;\">translated from the German by Michael Hulse (1998)<\/span>\r\n<span style=\"color: #808080;\">New Directions (1999)<\/span>\r\n<span style=\"color: #808080;\">296 pp<\/span><\/pre>\n<p>The first W.G. Sebald book I heard of was\u00a0<em>The Rings of Saturn<\/em>. Something in the tone of the recommendation and the title of the book made me start to imagine how the book would feel and how I would feel about it &#8212; you&#8217;ve been there too. I tried to avoid such imaginings, but with all of its positive criticism it was hard to hold back my expectations. About a year ago I began my Sebald\u00a0project (to read all four of Sebald&#8217;s books of &#8220;fiction&#8221; in the order in which he\u00a0wrote them), and <a title=\"Mookse Review of Vertigo\" href=\"http:\/\/mookseandgripes.com\/reviews\/2009\/02\/16\/wg-sebalds-vertigo\/\" target=\"_self\"><em>Vertigo<\/em> <\/a>and, particularly, <a title=\"Mookse Review of The Emigrants\" href=\"http:\/\/mookseandgripes.com\/reviews\/2009\/09\/27\/w-g-sebald-the-emigrants\/\" target=\"_self\"><em>The Emigrants<\/em> <\/a>just made my anticipation for this book all the more acute.<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/mookseandgripes.com\/reviews\/wp-content\/uploads\/2010\/01\/The-Rings-of-Saturn.jpg\"><img data-recalc-dims=\"1\" decoding=\"async\" data-attachment-id=\"3138\" data-permalink=\"https:\/\/mookseandgripes.com\/reviews\/2010\/01\/29\/w-g-sebald-the-rings-of-saturn\/the-rings-of-saturn\/\" data-orig-file=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/mookseandgripes.com\/reviews\/wp-content\/uploads\/2010\/01\/The-Rings-of-Saturn.jpg?fit=364%2C530&amp;ssl=1\" data-orig-size=\"364,530\" data-comments-opened=\"1\" data-image-meta=\"{&quot;aperture&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;credit&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;camera&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;caption&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;created_timestamp&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;copyright&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;focal_length&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;iso&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;shutter_speed&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;title&quot;:&quot;&quot;}\" data-image-title=\"The-Rings-of-Saturn\" data-image-description=\"\" data-image-caption=\"\" data-medium-file=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/mookseandgripes.com\/reviews\/wp-content\/uploads\/2010\/01\/The-Rings-of-Saturn.jpg?fit=206%2C300&amp;ssl=1\" data-large-file=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/mookseandgripes.com\/reviews\/wp-content\/uploads\/2010\/01\/The-Rings-of-Saturn.jpg?fit=364%2C530&amp;ssl=1\" class=\"aligncenter size-full wp-image-3138\" title=\"The-Rings-of-Saturn\" src=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/mookseandgripes.com\/reviews\/wp-content\/uploads\/2010\/01\/The-Rings-of-Saturn.jpg?resize=364%2C530\" alt=\"\" width=\"364\" height=\"530\" srcset=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/mookseandgripes.com\/reviews\/wp-content\/uploads\/2010\/01\/The-Rings-of-Saturn.jpg?resize=206%2C300&amp;ssl=1 206w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/mookseandgripes.com\/reviews\/wp-content\/uploads\/2010\/01\/The-Rings-of-Saturn.jpg?fit=364%2C530&amp;ssl=1 364w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 364px) 100vw, 364px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p>When I began reading <em>The Rings of Saturn<\/em>\u00a0I knew next to nothing about the book.\u00a0Sure, I knew that it was structured as as walking tour around Norfolk, in eastern England. I knew from the other two books I&#8217;d read that this walking tour would be replete with ruminations on the past, complete with documentary photos. But the main theme? I didn&#8217;t know what this one would be about.<\/p>\n<p>The title, with no context, did little to help. What do the rings of Saturn have to do with East Anglia or even with modern history in general? I see it now: a lot, in a very beautiful metaphorical sense. This is a book about the ravages of time, about destruction, particularly the destruction (self-\u00a0or otherwise) of human endeavor. East Anglia was once the scene of thriving communities living off of\u00a0some of the most important ports in Europe. Today, little of that remains.\u00a0The fishermen Sebald encounters\u00a0facing the east, sitting on the beach\u00a0&#8220;just want to be in a place where they have the world behind them, and before them nothing but emptiness.&#8221;\u00a0That line alone, and the orientation of the fishermen, nicely sums up the book.\u00a0The rings of Saturn were once large moons in orbit, but through time and great destruction they&#8217;ve been reduced to an ephemeral dust &#8212; something tragic, something whose trace haunts the present\u00a0with\u00a0its reminder of the past &#8212; yet it&#8217;s beautiful.<\/p>\n<p>And that&#8217;s one of the best ways I can think of to describe this book &#8212; tragic, yet beautiful.\u00a0Sebald begins the book in his unassuming manner; he&#8217;s just finished a project that entailed a lot of work (I see many think he&#8217;s referring to his book <em>The Emigrants<\/em>), and he wants to relax and settle down again by taking a walking tour around Suffolk:<\/p>\n<blockquote><p><span style=\"color: #003366;\">At all events, in retrospect I became preoccupied not only with the unaccustomed sense of freedom but also with the paralysing horror that had come over me at various times when confronted with the traces of destruction, reaching far back into the past, that were evident even in that remote place.<\/span><\/p><\/blockquote>\n<p>What follows would be very difficult for me\u00a0to summarize in any decent way in the space I&#8217;m giving myself here. It&#8217;s a walking tour, so Sebald encounters many people, many sights, and many artifacts.\u00a0During such encounters, he lets his mind roam through his own personal past as well as into the history of the region &#8212; and of the world (I particularly liked the segment on the silk worm&#8217;s migration).<\/p>\n<p>One of the first\u00a0things he encounters is the skull of Thomas Browne, a seventeenth-century physician (whose father was a silk merchant).\u00a0As a doctor, Browne was very interested in the human body, but his other interests also brought in the natural world. Sebald briefly discusses Browne&#8217;s book <em>Urn Burial<\/em>.\u00a0In this book, Browne describes an ancient\u00a0Roman burial site\u00a0found in Norfolk.\u00a0<em>Urn Burial<\/em> becomes very melancholy when Browne discusses\u00a0mortality and destruction. Browne&#8217;s view (which reminded me of Yeats&#8217; view) is that &#8220;On every new thing there lies already the shadow of annihilation.\u00a0For the history of every individual, of every social order, indeed of the whole world, does not describe an ever-widening, more and more wonderful arc, but rather follows a course which, once the meridian is reached, leads without fail down into the dark.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>Over this burial ground, over the centuries, battles were fought and forgotten &#8212; or remembered with a slant, as this one Sebald describes from a painting:<\/p>\n<blockquote><p><span style=\"color: #003366;\">This then, I thought, as I looked round about me, is the representation of history.\u00a0I requires a falsification of perspective. We, the survivors, see everything from above, see everything at once, and still we do not know how it was. The desolate field extends all around where once fifty thousand soldiers and ten thousand horses met their end within a few hours. The night after the battle, the air must have been filled with death rattles and groans.\u00a0Now there is nothing but the silent brown soil. Whatever became of the corpses and mortal remains? Are they buried under the memorial? Are we standing on a mountain of death? Is that our ultimate vantage point? Does one really have the much-vaunted historical overview from such a position?<\/span><\/p><\/blockquote>\n<p>As with the other two Sebalds I&#8217;ve read, <em>The Rings of Saturn <\/em>has no strong narrative. Sebald\u00a0goes from topic to topic at will. Yet the book is held together wonderfully by melancholy and that central theme of destruction. It&#8217;s got a beautiful, respectful tone. And it is full of wonderfully rendered scenes, my favorite being that of a\u00a0massively destructive storm that Sebald witnessed first-hand &#8212; fantastic writing (and translation).<\/p>\n<p>I think this may change at times through my life, but right now\u00a0my favorite Sebald book is still <em>The Emigrants<\/em>, but I can see how <em>The Rings of Saturn<\/em> could swap positions &#8212; they are both marvelous works, full of insight and beauty as they force us into astonishment as we gaze at a great void.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Trevor reviews W.G. 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