The Maimed [Paperback]

Hermann Ungar (Author), Pavel Rut (Illustrator), Kevin Blahut (Translator)

Book Description

Publication Date: May 1, 2002

Set in Prague, The Maimed relates the story of a highly neurotic, socially inept bank clerk who is eventually forced to have sexual relations with his widowed landlady. At the same time he must witness the steady physical and mental deterioration of his lifelong friend who is suffering from an unnamed disease. Part psychological farce, Ungar tells a dark, ironic tale of chaos overtaking onesssssssss meticulously ordered life. Having died young, Ungar wrote only two novels, in addition to a handful of plays and short stories; this is the first time his work has appeared in English.

Editorial Reviews

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"The Maimed" takes us to a bizarre interwar Prague populated by petty bureaucrats who are all unraveling inside. -- The Prague Post

David Lynch and Patrick McCabe fans will fall right into this marvelously dark and psychotically twisted tale. -- The New Pages

The Maimed is a great work. Subtly written, well-constructed. Kudos to Kevin Blahut for an excellent translation. -- Christopher Lord

This is an absolutely riveting tale ...The translation by Kevin Blahut is fine. The design of the book is ... gorgeous. -- Ralph Magazine

Ungar’s "The Maimed" captures the suffocatingly claustrophobic life of Franz Polzer, a life haunted by lies, deceit, brutality, blackmail ... -- Education Digest

[A] superlative introduction to an author whose small oeuvre’s long absence from translation seems unforgivable. -- Hyde Park Review of Books

[O]ne of the most provocative novels I have ever read. -- Thomas Mcgonigle, Los Angeles Times, June 9, 2002

a sexual hell, full of filth, crime and the deepest melancholy, but nevertheless the digression of an inwardly pure artistry. -- Thomas Mann

great and terrible, alluring and repulsive ... unforgettable, although one would like to ... flee the evil sense of oppression it creates. -- Stefan Zweig

About the Author

Hermann Ungar (1893-1929) was born to a prominent Jewish family in Boskovice, Moravia and studied at university in Berlin and Prague, where he later lived. He was wounded is the First World War and was awarded the Silver Medal of Valor. In 1920, after a stint as a dramaturge and actor at the Municipal Theatre in Cheb, he entered the Czechoslovak foreign service, becoming trade attach at the Czechoslovak embassy in Berlin. His first book, a volume of short stories that was highly praised by Thomas Mann, was published the same year. Called back to Prague in 1928, Ungar resigned from the service in 1929, several weeks before his death of acute appendicitis.

Product Details

• Paperback: 220 pages
• Publisher: Twisted Spoon Press (May 1, 2002)
• Language: English
• ISBN-10: 8086264130
• ISBN-13: 978-8086264134
• Product Dimensions: 7.7 x 5.6 x 0.8 inches
• Shipping Weight: 9.6 ounces (View shipping rates and policies)
• Average Customer Review: 4.5 out of 5 stars  See all reviews (6 customer reviews)
• Amazon Best Sellers Rank: #958,134 in Books (See Top 100 in Books)

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42 of 46 people found the following review helpful:

4.0 out of 5 stars An Expressionist Novel, At Last, July 28, 2002

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Andrew D. Linkner (scottsdale, arizona USA) - See all my reviews
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This review is from: The Maimed (Paperback)

Most of us, somewhere along the line, have heard the term "Expressionism" applied to paintings, particularly those of certain artists working in Central-Europe during the period 1910-1930. There was even something of a rediscovery and subsequent vogue, a few years back, in the work of such artists as Munch, Klimt, Schiele, Kokoshka, Kandinsky, et. al. Aside from painting, though less notably, the Expressionist label also encompasses the works of certain composers, playwrights and poets of the period. As a long time fan of Expressionist art, I'd often wondered where were all the great Expressionist novelists and short story writers of that time and, if there had been any, why was I not finding their work on library and book store shelves?

A little investigating suggested there really weren't that many literary types writing prose fiction clearly fitting the Expressionist mold. Those who undoubtedly were oriented that way, the poets and playwrights, actually published quite a lot in Europe during the second two decades of the last century. What the most famous prose writers of the time were producing, on the other hand, were a lot of highly cultivated and cerebral or quasi-mystical works (Thomas Mann and Robert Musil come to mind) rather than the wildly spontaneous and emotion driven works we associate with Expressionism. Kafka hovers somewhere around the periphery, more a surrealist than anything else though, in reality, representing a stylistic mode all his own.

How exciting, then, to come across a novel, newly (and expertly) translated into English, by one of those few fiction writers who clearly advanced the Expressionist program.

Hermann Ungar's novel, The Maimed, written in 1921/22, first appeared in print in its entirety in 1923. The author, born in 1893 to a well-off Jewish family in the small Moravian town of Boskovice, obtained a law degree in 1918 and thereafter took up acting and writing for the theater. His first published work, a short story collection (Boys and Murderers) appeared in 1920 and caused a minor sensation garnering praise from the likes of Thomas Mann and the director Berthold Viertel. Ungar himself initially had serious reservations about going ahead with publication of The Maimed in 1922, fearing a scandal, and his publisher's reluctance to risk obscenity charges led to its being withdrawn until a second publisher brought it out, uneventfully, the following year. Ungar's subsequent literary career was brief and not especially noteworthy: some journalistic reportage and a second novel, The Class (1927). In 1929 he died of acute appendicitis at the age of thirty-six.

The Maimed is a disturbing book. It's a raw and jarring depiction of childhood trauma, poverty, sexual depravity, neurotic obsession and violence. Originally begun as a first person narrative, Ungar switched to the third person so as to minimize the chance of being identified with his protagonist, Franz Polzer, a severely repressed and neurotic survivor of child abuse who as an adult is as much a victim of internal demons as outside forces. Following the compulsively ordered Franz slowly losing his grip on his world as the circumstances and events of his life increasingly fly out of control, the story and its language become correspondingly fractured and unreal ratcheting up the tension as things move along. The Expressionists were really the first great portrayers of 20th century angst and this is most definitely the kind of thing Ungar serves up here. Lurid? Yes, but in a most artfully controlled and psychologically penetrating fashion. Indeed, the book is rife with detailed explorations of the subterranean recesses of Franz's subconscious and Freudian implications abound.

It's fascinating to examine the parallels between this kind of writing and the Expressionist paintings we're familiar with, especially the tortured images of Egon Schiele or the wry caricatures of George Grosz. Like both of those artists, Ungar's canvas is very much urban and underclass. He indulges a taste for the grotesque in the form of Franz's best friend Karl, a disease-riddled, multiple amputee who wallows in mocking self pity and he teeters on the edge of vulgarity in his unflattering descriptions of the bovine qualities of the sexual predator, Klara, Franz's landlady. Virtually any page of the book might serve as subject matter for the imaginations of a whole host of Expressionist painters and as the destructive elements of the story multiply, Ungar progressively and fittingly distorts his verbal palette.

This is not to say the book is entirely without artistic faults but these are minor and one is reluctant to quibble when examples of this kind of literature are so rare. After its first publication, there apparently were some who were dissatisfied with the ambiguity of the ending and the present translation includes a fragment Ungar added to later editions to clear things up. It is known, however, that Ungar preferred the original and I, having found it just fine myself, avoided reading the addition and so, can't comment on it. Recommended to anyone looking for something a bit twisted or who loves any of the painters mentioned.

6 of 6 people found the following review helpful:

5.0 out of 5 stars Masterful, dark, and disturbing ..., June 1, 2008

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Twisted Knickers Publications "Cheryl Anne Ga... (USA) - See all my reviews

This review is from: The Maimed (Paperback)

Franz Polzer, a pitiable, wretched man, lives out his ordinary days in solitude and poverty ... the mundane tasks carving out his time and his life. Tortured by sick and demented hallucinations of his father and aunt, Polzer suffers an immense sense of self-loathing as well as a loathing of women and children. He also suffers endless nights in cold sweat, paralyzed by the death grip of imaginary thieves and murderers, only to suffer the hours of his days in ceaseless toil, a slave, mercilessly at the beck and call of his obsessive compulsive disorder - everything must be counted and counted again ... and again.

Yes, Herr Polzer is a sad soul, desperately trying to live his life the way he wishes. But an easy mark, even his paranoia and compulsive behaviour cannot save him from the evil of others, who wish nothing more than to take advantage of any situation that might come along. And where one feels empathy for Polzer, there is nothing to feel but revulsion for the other characters in the story ... even his crippled childhood friend whose mind has been devoured by leprosy invokes no sense of pity.

This is a masterful piece of work. As we read the confessions of Polzer's twisted mind, Unger leaves more than enough to the imagination, and yet, without telling every gory detail, he still manages to set your flesh crawling. Polzer's entire identity is in turmoil throughout most of the book: his abusive childhood, his own sexual ambiguity, and his religious prejudices and superstitions fill every terror filled thought in his mind. I couldn't put this book down. In twenty-four hours, I read it cover to cover, on the edge of my seat. And even after finishing, the story continued to claw at my mind.

And kudos to the translator for finding it appropriate to include the final chapter, which was omitted in the original version. It in now ay ruined the intentional ambiguous ending that the author desired. It only made me wonder more.

4.0 out of 5 stars This is a very sick, neurotic, and dark book, somewhat reminiscent of Kafka., October 25, 2011

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Wobert (USA) - See all my reviews

This review is from: The Maimed (Paperback)

It starts off in a familiar Bartleby kind of way, describing an alienating office environment that will be familiar to most people, and then becomes more and more perverse and twisted, touching on incest, pedophilia, misogyny, religious fanaticism, anti-semitism, mutilation and other cheery topics. Very well-written and oddly engrossing.