La variante di Lüneburg

La variante di Lüneburg☁ [PDF / Epub] ☀ La variante di Lüneburg By Paolo Maurensig ✎ – Tbjewellers.co.uk At the opening of this amazing fiction the best debut novel of the year, critics called it when it appeared in Italy in a cadaver is discovered, the body of an impeccable businessman from Vienna, i At the opening of this amazing fictionthe best debut novel of the year, critics called it when it appeared in Italy in a cadaver is discovered, the body of an impeccable businessman from Vienna, in an elaborate garden where topiary shrubs delineate a hidden chessboard behind the hedges Apparently the death is a suicide without plausible motivation, but as the plot of this passionately colored, coolly controlled thriller unfolds, we begin to see that its apparently random moves are variations on an opening La variante PDF or gambit, which can end only in a checkmate that annihilates the possibility of a rematch For the mortal duel around which the novel is constructed is between two chess players who are opposite human typesa clever, persecuted Jew and a ruthless, persecuting Germanand when they face each other over a chessboard, the stakes are nothing less than life itself.

Paolo Maurensig, is an Italian novelist, best known for the book Canone Inverso Before becoming a novelist, Maurensig worked in a variety of occupations, including as a restorer of antique musical instruments His first book, The Luneburg Variation, was published after he had turned His second book, Canone Inverso, achieved international fame As of the mid s, Maurensig lives in Udine, It.

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    PDF Reader for the Connected World an elaborate garden where topiary shrubs delineate a hidden chessboard behind the hedges Apparently the death is a suicide without plausible motivation, but as the plot of this passionately colored, coolly controlled thriller unfolds, we begin to see that its apparently random moves are variations on an opening La variante PDF or gambit, which can end only in a checkmate that annihilates the possibility of a rematch For the mortal duel around which the novel is constructed is between two chess players who are opposite human typesa clever, persecuted Jew and a ruthless, persecuting Germanand when they face each other over a chessboard, the stakes are nothing less than life itself."/>
  • Hardcover
  • 139 pages
  • La variante di Lüneburg
  • Paolo Maurensig
  • English
  • 19 October 2019
  • 9780374194352

10 thoughts on “La variante di Lüneburg

  1. says:

    Eons ago, when I was in my late teens ands early twenties, I was quite an avid chess player. A group of us used to go To North Ave. beach where they has a chess pavilion and either watch the games or if there was a free table, play. Three of four nights a week, we would go to each others houses and play against each other for quite a few hours.

    I was of course never as obsessed as are the participants in this novel. Written by the author, his first book mind you, at the age of fifty-four, this is novel of obsession, of patience, and the long reach of the past. It opens with an apparent suicide, and then traces the victim into his past. A train ride that turns into something more, when a young man comes into the car usually only occupied by our victim and his friend, who play chess until they arrive at their prospective stations. Our victim you see is a chess critic.

    This is a tightly constructed novel, not a word is wasted, they all have meaning and one must pay attention. The past is never past and the Holocaust and its memories never lose their impact, not when lives are at stake.

    Unfortunately although this author has written others, I can only find one other novel translated into English.

  2. says:

    When a successful businessman who's also a powerful figure in the chess world is found dead by gunshot wound on his estate near Vienna, no one's really certain if it's a matter of accident, suicide or murder -- no one, that is, except the initially anonymous narrator of this short novel, and possibly one other. The only clue the cops have is that, on the rich man's desk, there's a crudely made cloth chessboard with appropriately scratched buttons for the pieces. Through two extended flashbacks, we're given the explanation of why the death happened.

    I was absolutely gripped by this, and read it in an evening. (To be fair, it's a very short novel. Even so.) The end came as something of a startlement, because I was expecting to find a final chapter spelling out exactly what went on on that fateful night; but then within moments I realized I didn't need that final explanation: the novel had succeeded in playing the trick of turning the murder mystery element into something secondary, and besides I knew enough that I could create in my own imagination any of two or three perfectly satisfactory endings. It's as if I'd reached that point in a chess game where the result has become obvious, even if various possible sequences of moves might be used to reach that result -- and I'm sure this effect was Maurensig's intent.

    The novel's infused with chess, of course. I haven't played chess more than a handful of times since my late teens or so, but I found this to be no disadvantage. The idea of using a particular chess gambit -- the Luneburg Variation of the title -- as a means of drawing a criminal out of the shadows seems to me quite enchanting.

    I should add that this is the best, most naturalistic piece of translation I've read in a goodly while: it's quite beautifully done, a literary achievement in its own right. All credit to Jon Rothschild.

  3. says:

    A masterpiece. I came across this book by chance, and I'm so glad I did. Maurensig's debut is otherworldly. The complex story reads like a game of chess. Each movement on the board has consequences, sometimes understood only long after the move has been made. A masterfully woven story about chess, human nature and obsession.

  4. says:

    By its very first sentence you already know that the book is a masterpiece. It reads:

    They say that chess was born in bloodshed.

    The starting scene has blood in it: a very rich man shot at close range in the head, possibly a suicide or an execution. A real chess aficionado, he had vast collections of excellent chess sets and chess books but when his body was found a chess board made of coarse rags sewn together, with buttons used as crude chess pieces, were found on his desk, set up in a complicated middle game position.

    The clue to solving the mystery of his death and this bizarre chess set is in his past where chess had been both a horror and a salvation. This is the past from where came the other avid chessplayer who had not forgotten; the one who, in their life-and-death struggle over the chess board had realized and said this:

    I learned two things from that conflict. First, that within our minds is a kind of limit beyond which anything is possible, though we always lack the stimulus required to reach it in everyday life. Once I crossed that threshold I became invincible. Nothing could have happened to me. My mind was in the embrace of the Great Adviser, and I ranged over the board as a hawk soars above a field, not the slightest trembling of the smallest leaf escaping his gaze. My opponent was repeatedly subjected to combinations more intricate than any he'd ever seen. However good a player he was, however cold and clever, he groped like a blind man in a bog when faced with my resolve, for he was moving inanimate pieces of wood, while I commanded an array of fearsome golems. I felt as omnipotent as Steinitz when he claimed he could play against God Himself, conceding his opponent a pawn.

    And what was the second thing he learned from that conflict? That one, he fully realized, only after the passage of years and was tied up with defeat. It explains the pictures he keeps of persons long dead.

    Don't worry if you can't understand this review. Maybe you don't play the game at all. Or that your game is not as good as mine. Or maybe I'm just teasing you so you'll read the book yourself.

  5. says:

    Paolo Maurensig, The Luneburg Variation (FSG, 1993)

    Talk about brushing greatness. Paolo Maurensig's first novel comes so close it could probably smell the fetid, decaying breath of greatness on its shoulder, then turned away at the last minute. to leave the reader with an almost palpable feeling of something being missing.

    Maurensig sets things up beautifully, opening with the discovery of the body of a chess magazine editor in his garden. When the police can't decide if it were murder or suicide, the death is labelled mysterious circumstances and filed away. We then travel back in time to a few hours before the man's death and are given the circumstances surrounding it. This happens in two extended flashbacks, the first of the victim's long train ride to his country estate, the second the story of a legendary chess player during world war II. (There is much more to these, but to reveal more details of them would set off a chain of unforgivable spoilers.)

    All works quite nicely, and everything is going along swimmingly, until you get to the book's last page and wonder where the final present-day scene, the one the whole book begs for, went. It's certainly not in the book. It's possible the author left it out in order to preserve the mysterious circumstances surrounding the editor's death, but in that case, why write the rest of the book?

    Maurensig has been compared to Friedrich Durrenmatt on a number of occasions. From the perspective of writing style, the comparison may well be justified; both seem fond of brief, straightforward novels with mysteries at their center about which the greatest question is why rather than who? (Heinrich Boll is another author who does this very well.) However, Durrenmatt is capable of handing the reader all the clues and letting him work things out; Maurensig left out a few pieces of this puzzle, and it makes the book, ultimately, a frustrating exercise. ** 1/2

  6. says:

    On a Sunday morning, the body of Dieter Frisch, 68, was found dead, the result of a pistol shot fired at very close range, the bullet piercing the palate and exiting through the occipital lobe. The corpse was found at the center of concentric maze of ten-foot-high hedges, in a chess-board shaped clearing paved with squares of white and black marble. A person of some social stature when he was alive, the lifeless Frisch must have appeared like a fallen chess piece.

    The only clue to this curious death was found on his desk: an odd chess set--light and dark patches of coarse cloth sewn together with buttons of different sizes representing the pieces-- in a complicated middle game position.

    Post mortem in medical term is the examination of the corpse to determine the cause of death. In chess, it refers to the analysis of a game to determine the important turning points, the mistakes or blunders, and possible improvements to the play. In science, the dead does not come back to life to relive his life in a flash for the benefit of the examiner. In chess, the whole game may be recreated ad infinitum and the same moves may be reproduced before a novelty (presumably an improvement over what was previously played) is made over the board.

    Paolo Maurensig conducts the post mortem in The Luneburg Variation, as he retraces the variations prior to Frisch's death. The result is a whodunnit like no other: existential, metaphysical, mysterious, intriguing, gripping. This book demands from its readers attention and respect.



  7. says:

    I was a chess champion at Primary School and have never played since.



    When I was teaching in Malawi, I agreed with my student Patricia who wrote in her notebook: 'Life is too short for playing chess' (I'm sure she wasn't the first person to say that either).

    Despite these biases against the game, I started reading The Luneburg Variation with high anticipation of a great book and I wasn't disappointed.

    The novel centres round the mysterious death of a chess player in Vienna. It's difficult to talk about the plot without giving away a lot of the enjoyment of this short novel. Throughout the novel chess is used as a metaphor for life and the choices we make and the choices made by others that we are caught up in. The novel also explores the effect that chess can have on life when it becomes a consuming passion.

    I love the way that every detail counts, and is used to full effect. In an early scene we are shown some photos in the chess player's home, which at that time are immediately seen to be significant, but they reappear later in the story where their full significance is revealed. Details like this are used throughout the novel to slowly reveal more about the chess player, his life and the times he lived through.

    This is a taut and compelling thriller which contains much more substance than many long novels. It is particularly impressive when you realise this was Maurensig's first novel (he has since written several more, which I now really want to read!). I also have to say that it is beautifully translated from the original Italian. I've read many translations from Italian that feel quite clunky, but this one flows beautifully for the most part.

  8. says:

    This is a very interesting crime fiction novel built around the game of chess without being too cerebral to follow.

    I am a very bad chess player being impulsive when I have to reflect and reflective when I have to lead the match.
    I have never been really intrigued by overthinking over the world famous chess games pictured in summer magazines (The black moves and wins in 5 steps).
    Plus, I don't have any patience to solve enigmas of any sort and am very bad in pointing who's the assassin in books involving a murder.

    These four premises given, I particularly enjoyed this book by Maurensig. This novel doesn't even look like written by an Italian novelist. The authour goes straight forward to the Central European tradition in the wake of Boell and Grass without being derivative at all.

    All-involving and brain stimulating. Perfect to read while sipping a good Viennese melange.

  9. says:

    Throughout this book I felt as though the author was in love with the sound of his own voice and with the idea of the intellectual superiority of his subject matter (chess). This made for frustrating reading as it felt like listening to someone continually just showing off. Towards the end I started to warm to it a little but to be honest, it was too little, too late.

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