Janko Ferk, Alain de Benoist, Christoph W. Bauer, Jim Harrison, Aleksandr Solzjenitsyn


De Oostenrijkse dichter, schrijver en rechter Janko Ferk werd geboren op 11 december 1958 in Sankt Kanzian am Klopeiner See, Kärnten. Zie ook alle tags voor Janko Ferk op dit blog en ook mijn blog van 11 december 2010.

Uit: Eine forensische Trilogie

„Das Recht an sich, sagt der Richter, dieses Wort klingt übergroß, wie ich bemerken muss, sei unsichtbar. Darin kann ich ihm im ersten Augenblick zwar leicht folgen, denke ich aber gründlicher nach und an meinen Aufenthaltsort in der letzten Zeit, muss ich erwidern, dass es doch mehr als spürbar ist. Fast greifbar. Allerdings nicht erreichbar. Das Recht. Unsichtbar. Lächerlich.
Auch meint der Rechtsanwender, das Recht, diese Kraft, sei eine nur im Geistigen lebende Macht, welche Erkenntnis natürlich nicht seine sei, sondern die eines viel bekannteren Berufsfreundes. Hier entgegne ich schnell, blitzschnell, dass ich nicht nur geistig in Haft war. Ich war nicht hinter geistigen Mauern verbannt. Meine Mauerwerke waren ziemlich feucht und steinern. Eigentlich unziemlich hart. Unüberwindlich und undurchlässig. Fast unvergänglich. Ekelhaft. Jedenfalls auf Dauer unerträglich.
Im Übrigen sei das Recht der zusammengefasste Inbegriff von Gesetzen für das Zusammenleben der Menschen, für die Möglichkeit von Gemeinschaftsdasein überhaupt. Es sei die stufenweise Gliederung von Rechtsregeln, die sich aus Rechtssetzungen und Entscheidungen ableiten. Dabei betonte er, dass dies alles auch für mich Geltung habe, was immer ich getan hätte.“


Janko Ferk (Sankt Kanzian, 11 december 1958)

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In Memoriam Jim Harrison


In Memoriam Jim Harrison

De Amerikaanse schrijver Jim Harrison is zaterdag op 78-jarige leeftijd overleden. Zijn uitgeverij maakte zijn overlijden zondag bekend. Zie ook alle tags voor Jim Harrison op dit blog.

Uit: The Great Leader

“On the way to work he was drowsy so he drove down to the harbor and stood out in the cold north wind that was pushing waves over to the top of the break wall. He felt forlornly on the wrong track with the Great Leader. His colleagues and captain in the state police teased him with, “Where’s the evidence of a crime?” Everyone knew there wasn’t a provable one and it was certainly an ironic way to end a fine career. His uncle John Shannon who was a commercial fisherman liked to say, “Every boat is looking for a place to sink.” There were far more rumors of sexual abuse these days than day-old bread and in this case the mother and daughter were unwilling to testify.
He turned and looked at the huge Catholic church on the hill and received a modest jolt in his frontal lobe, not really a clue. The year before the divorce they had taken a vacation in northern Italy and his wife had been in a serene trance over religious art and architecture while he as an historian mostly saw the parasitical nature of the Catholic Church. This was what truly goaded him about Dwight who had managed to get seventy people to give up their lives and money. By living in primitive conditions in the “past before the past” as Dwight called it they would have a wonderful future. Was this any more cockamamie than the Mormons, or the Catholics for that matter? The idea that something so obviously stupid worked with people irked him. They beat on their drums, chanted in tongues, danced, and hunted and fished. As the members spiritually matured their pasts would reshape themselves. Dwight seemed to utterly believe in what he was doing and then one day he didn’t and would move on. The little information Roxie had gathered on the Great Leader’s activities seemed to center on the Mayan calendar, the nature of which Sunderson didn’t yet understand. He suspected that it was true Dwight had had sexual relations with the twelve-year-old daughter of a cult member but there was nowhere to go with this. Sunderson was concerned that when you looked into the history of religion those in power generally devised a way to get at the young stuff, which seemed also to be a biological premise in other mammals. This was scarcely a new idea as Marion had noted. Just as Sunderson’s hobby was history Marion, as a mixed blood, was obsessive about anthropology."


Jim Harrison (11 december 1937 - 26 maart 2016)


Jim Harrison


De Amerikaanse schrijver James "Jim" T. Harrison werd geboren op 11 december 1937 in Grayling, Michigan. Zijn vader, die als medewerker van het ministerie van Landbouw in Michigan werkte, en zijn zus overleden in 1958 bij een auto-ongeluk. Harrison volgde de middelbare school in Haslett. Als tiener werkte hij in Colorado en bij het terugliften kwam hij voor de eerste keer door het landschap van de Sandhills. Harrison trouwde in 1959 met Linda King; ze kregen twee dochters. Hij woonde afwisselend in Patagonië, Arizona en in Livingston, Montana. Harrison studeerde aan de Michigan State University letterkunde en behaalde in 1964 zijn M. A. . Hij werkte korte tijd als assistent aan de State University van New York en leefde vanaf 1966 aanvankelijk in zeer bescheiden omstandigheden als freelance schrijver. Hij schreef gedichten en publiceerde in 1971 met “Wolf: A False Memoir” zijn eerste roman. In zijn vroege dagen kreeg hij een beurs van de American Academy of Arts and Letters en 1969 een Guggenheim Fellowship. Hem werd de Spirit of the West Award van de Mountain & Plains Booksellers Association toegekend en hij werd in 2007 opgenomen in de American Academy of Arts and Letters. Harrison publiceerde korte verhalen en essays in toonaangevende Amerikaanse tijdschriften en schreef een aantal romans, verhalenbundels en poëziebundels. Twee romans werden verfilmd: “Revenge” (1990) en “Legends of the Fall” (1994). Voor de filmbewerking van “Wolf” schreef hij met Wesley Strick 1994 het script. Zij ontvingen de Saturn Award. In 2015 Harrison werd Harrison gekozen tot lid van de American Academy of Arts and Sciences

Uit: Legends of the Fall

“Suits obviously had helped to promote bad government and he was as guilty as anyone for wearing them so steadfastly for twenty years. Of late he had become frightened of the government for the first time in his life, the way the structure of democracy had begun debasing people rather than enlivening them in their mutual concern. The structure was no longer concerned with the purpose for which it was designed, and a small part of the cause, Nordstrom thought, was probably that all politicians and bureaucrats wore suits.”

“In fact he was as lovesick as a high schooler of an especially sensitive sort who wonders if he dare share a poem with his beloved or whether she will laugh at him. He does read her the poem and her feminine capacity for romanticism for a moment approaches his own and they are suffused in a love trance, a state that so ineluctably peels back the senses making them fresh again whatever ages the lovers might be.”


Aidan Quinn (Alfred,) Henry Thomas (Samuel) en Brad Pitt (Tristan) in de film uit 1994


“Perhaps swimming was dancing in the water, he thought. To swim under lily pads seeing their green slender stalks wavering as you passed, to swim under upraised logs past schools of sunfish and bluegills, to swim through reed beds past wriggling water snakes and miniature turtles, to swim in small lakes, big lakes, Lake Michigan, to swim in small farm ponds, creeks, rivers, giant rivers where one was swept along easefully by the current, to swim naked alone at night when you were nineteen and so alone you felt like you were choking every waking moment, having left home for reasons more hormonal than rational; reasons having to do with the abstraction of the future and one's questionable place in the world of the future, an absurdity not the less harsh for being so widespread.”


Jim Harrison (Grayling, 11 december 1937)

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