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A short work of art, March 12, 1998
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The only think I regret in "Pan" is that it ends so quickly. A true masterpiece, with love and nature touching everything. A hymn to life, to the North, to women and to the men who are strong enough to leave the path set by society and leave the life they want. How could anyone write so well? In Norwegian must be even better, although this could be hardly believed!
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An excellent exploration of masculine weakness, January 20, 1998
I greatly admired Hamsun's ability to make me taste his chief character's latent self-concept when it is dragged to the surface(and through the mud?) by interest in, competition for, a capricious woman. His spare writing style gave only enough detail to prompt my brain to fill in the emotions from my own reservoir and squirm with unhappy recognition. Wouldn't we all love to think that we are best described by our affections for and from our dog?
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Take care to proclaim that the great god Pan is dead, December 22, 2008
I can only wish I were clever enough to absorb the full depth of this surprising novel in one reading. Instead, I look forward to revisiting this short work again, to see if my initial impressions hold up or change over time.
The Nobel Prize winning Norwegian author Knut Hamsum published Pan in 1894, though I only found that out after I'd finished. As I was reading it, it had felt as though it belonged to the early to middle part of the 20th century. Regardless, its themes are not restricted to any time or place.
No synopsis can really do this novel justice, since I feel the structure was simply a way for Hamsun to express some deeper psychological states - and I believe the title is the first clue that this is what he was trying to do. Very simply put, it is the story of a man, Lt. Glahn, who spends a summer in a rural part of Norway hunting and communing with the woods, who then becomes enamored of a local girl. The novel is written as though it is Glahn's memoir, recorded two years after the fact and spurred by a gift in the mail. The local girl that he'd fallen in love with, Edvarda, is an adept at the cat and mouse game of infatuation, and by toying with the Lt., events are set in motion that lead him into a kind of psychosis.
The spare descriptions of the characters leave them open for broader interpretations, and I think it was Hamsun's intention that they represent archetype figures. The same is true of the natural scenes that Hamsun's narrator _does_ go out of his way to describe, down to the tiniest aspect. In one sense this may be read as a catalog of the flora and fauna of the region, but in another, it is the landscape of Lt. Glahn's mind, and a clue as to just how disturbed he is.
Hamsun's writing is deceptively simple, and a welcome relief from the bloated prose of fin-de-siecle novels. The edition I read was a translation by James McFarlane, and in its simple sentances and growing unease, I was reminded of Robert Aickman's stories. They too have a way of beginning in a pedestrian manner, but transform into unsettling and sometimes bizarre accounts of hidden feelings and mental states.
This book had quite an effect on me, and I think it is unfairly obscure. A classic, and highly recommended.
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