On Elegance While Sleeping

Emilio Lascano Tegui Idra Novey


On Elegance While Sleeping

On Elegance While Sleeping

  • Title: On Elegance While Sleeping
  • Author: Emilio Lascano Tegui Idra Novey
  • ISBN: 9781564786043
  • Page: 441
  • Format: Paperback



The first English translation of the self proclaimed Viscount Emilio Lascano Tegui a friend of Picasso and Apollinaire, and a larger than life eccentric in his own right On Elegance While Sleeping is the deliciously macabre novel, part Maldoror and part Dorian Gray, that established its author s reputation as a renegade hero of Argentine literature It tells the story, iThe first English translation of the self proclaimed Viscount Emilio Lascano Tegui a friend of Picasso and Apollinaire, and a larger than life eccentric in his own right On Elegance While Sleeping is the deliciously macabre novel, part Maldoror and part Dorian Gray, that established its author s reputation as a renegade hero of Argentine literature It tells the story, in the form of a surreal diary, of a lonely, syphilitic French soldier, who after too many brothels and disappointments returns from Africa longing for a world with elegance He promptly falls in love with a goat, and recalls the time, after a childhood illness, when his hair fell out and grew back orange a phenomenon his doctor attributed to the cultivation of carrots in a neighboring town Disturbing, provocative, and mesmerizing, On Elegance While Sleeping charts the decline of a man unraveling due to his own oversensitivity and drifting closer and closer to committing a murderom On Elegance While Sleeping I was born in Bougival The Seine flowed through our village Fleeing from Paris Its dark green waters dragged in the grime from that happy city As the river crossed our town, it jammed the millwheel with the shy bodies of drowning victims hidden beneath its surface Their trip ended with a final shove They didn t drain easily through the sluice gates as the water passed under the mill and so it happened, occasionally, that one of their arms would go through without them, reaching into the air in a gesture of help I fished out a number of these bodies as a child Like the mailman in town who was famous for bringing news of a death, I was known for discovering the most cadavers It gave me a certain aura of fame among my comrades, and I prided myself on the distinction I threatened the other children my age that I was going to find them too, the day they drowned.


Recent Comments "On Elegance While Sleeping"

A glorious little book, told in elegant poetic chapters, tinier than a thimbleful of sand, but wittier than four Javier Maríases and smarter than one Fernando Pessoa. Written in an undated diary format, the narrator recounts his experiences as a man of leisure, from his manicured beginnings, his syphilitic middles, to his murderous ends. Wondrous little intro, too, and the translation is smooth, perfect: captures the voice nicely. (P.S. The author was a self-appointed Viscount. Megacool).

With the title "On Elegance While Sleeping," of course I had to read it. Its by a writer i never heard of before, a man who is a total mystery to me. Which added the appeal for me to pick on this book as well. A sweet little tale of a murder-to-be via his diary. But no, this is not a serial killer's rant and ravings, it is a highly beautifully written dreamy (in other words Surreal) observations on sexuality, family, and one's place in the 'outer' world. Which in other words can be "dandy" world [...]

Yeah. Um. I don't see the point in this. Plotless it may be; Book of Disquiet it ain't. It's well written, I give it that much, but I put it down three quarters of the way through many months ago and, having dipped into it briefly this morning, I feel not the slightest desire to pick it up again. Could be I'll reconsider. True, some images linger. But so does a sense of lethargic frustration. Oh, and the cover is terrible. Thank heaven it's well-bound! But it may be its spine will never get much [...]

This short novel, On Elegance While Sleeping, was written, in the form of a diary in the 1920s, by Argentinian novelist "Viscount" Lascano Tegui, who counted among his friends Pablo Picasso and a fellow early surrealist writer, Apollinaire. Many passages of the novel have taken my breath away because of their beauty, originality, and jarring juxtapositions. This little known and brilliant piece of literature is sometimes dark, often haunting, and more than occasionally shocking and funny. Full o [...]

Perfection from start to finish.

Bougival is full of old women. Their big faces fill the windowpanes. My God, how old they are! Not even death can get their attention. They'll only die once they finally tire of listening to the ringing of the village bells.Emilio Lascano Tegui of Argentina, self-proclaimed Viscount, was a man that lived the life of an adventurer. Yes, he was a writer. Yes, he was a witness to the world he lived in, but that never stopped him from creating a world others wanted to live in. Writer, journalist, pa [...]

This book was highly original in terms of its subject, approach to form and style. The writer shows his deep thought he has consecrated to observing the human condition, and it is frequently funny, witty and irreverant. However, the writing sometimes felt obscure, and several times I had to re-read and even re-re-read sections as they didn't make any sense. They may have been beautiful but they didn't seem to mean anything that I could grip on to. An example of the enjoyable eccentricity of writ [...]

Viscount Lascano Tegui writes:Nobody has ever honestly shown us, for instance, a man precisely as he was during his transition from the countryside to the city. Authors have merely “discovered” psychology and thus complicated our life even further. A psychologist doesn’t understand people: he’s a businessman who sells carnival costumes. There are no costumes, however, for the soul. No, there’s nothing more there than its poor twisted simplicity, turned inside out by a civilization stil [...]

Simply this is a book I picked up at Mcnally Jackson in Soho and was like meh, sounds good.I started reading it and found one of the greatest little gems ever which checked all sorts of neurotic, mysterious, david lynch-ian marks in my mind. One of the best little slices of an artists writing.

starts: the first time i entrusted my hands to a manicurist was the evening i was headed to the moulin rouge ok read. than a few seemed not to like it, not story-enough for them i take it, too confusing, to not-enough of a good thing this that the other whatever. there is that intro that i read beforehand probably influenced my read so maybe avoid that until you've read itwas looking for a progression i thought i readawas it a downward spirald now you're ruint if you read these words? don't know [...]

A single astonishing passage bends the book to its ear:"I sing my childhood in these pages that no one will ever read since they are written only for me. Nobody ever gave me toys to sap away my manhood, to teach me to be docile and, sadder still, simply ordinary. No. I've never had the tinplate and cardboard gendarmes children play with in the city. Justice is a painted gendarme whose colors rub off in our hands. A gendarme that's been painted, carved, encrusted in the foods we ingest. The trade [...]

A pariah writes: Okay well obviously nobody can be bothered to contact me any more and I feel like some kind of social outcast or leper. So the pariah shall review some books instead. Starting with this one. Interestingly it seems to be one of those marmite books. Plenty of 4 and 5 star ratings but also some disappointed readers that doled out low marks. Nevertheless 3:5 is a good average from 76 ratings. The negative reviews typically focus on the lack of plot. One reader even felt that surreal [...]

"Literature does far worse things than those poor whores who, out of hunger, have to turn tricks from street corner to street corner on the outskirts of town. Literature is invited into the family home as easily as a maid -- but soon is giving one breast to the son and the other to the father, kissing all the daughters with Sappho's lips, and disheartening the mother by giving her 'The Little Flowers of St Francis' to read. Me she nursed and later delivered to glory. She was far worse than a who [...]

I haven't read a book like this one before. I wanted to read more Argentinian literature and that's why I picked it up. I appreciated the diary format with brief flashes of the narrator's past and present life. The highlight of the book was the hunchback entry. Did anyone lawl as much as I did? Anyway, I also found the main character's interactions with women to be very interesting. It would be an ideal piece for analysis. I would recommend this one.

Surrealism, yecch. I had the same reaction to reading this as I did to seeing L'Age d'Or a couple years ago: yawn. Epater le bourgeoisie was probably interesting up until 1958 or so, but in 2010? Why bother translating this at all now? Maybe interesting as a historical document, but I'm not even quite sure about that. Unless you still think Dali is way cool, don't bother.

An Argentinian Dorian Grey, sort of. The narrator says lots of wonderful things, and does terrible things, but I really like him. I really like his honesty. He gets beauty and novelty, he really gets it!!!

This is an exquisite translation of a bizarre and grotesque book. I loved the references to obscure historic moments, especially the lady from the 18th century who loved lace so much that she cut up pieces of it and ate it in tortillas.

This is a perfectly strange and brilliant book. It reminds me of Huysman's Against Nature with Baudelaire's prose poems thrown in. Oddly, I was reminded of a really disparate work also: Barry Gifford's "Landscape with Traveller."

brooklynrail/2011/05/b

Se va desinflando paulatinamente hacia el final; con todo, ¡qué libro tan curioso y extraño! Hijo sin duda de Maldoror y Des Esseintes.El título, espléndido.

Do not waste your time on this "original" and "unique" book.

Around the World in 52 book: Argentina

Disjointed and disappointing. The narrative was nonexistent and while the prose had occasional moments of beauty, the first page was as good as it got.

This guy has a MAJOR hand fetish.

it's an interesting book, i just didn't enjoy it all that much.

A bunch of inane ramblings

Entretenido.

I loved this book. Grotesque. Beautiful. Bawdy. Dark. Wonderful. I want to read it again.


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