{"id":3323,"date":"2021-07-29T13:43:19","date_gmt":"2021-07-29T11:43:19","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/projektroz.pl\/?p=3323"},"modified":"2021-07-29T13:43:19","modified_gmt":"2021-07-29T11:43:19","slug":"niepokoj-przychodzi-o-zmierzchu","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/projektroz.unitunicorn.com\/?p=3323","title":{"rendered":"[:en]The Discomfort of Evening[:pl]Niepok\u00f3j przychodzi o zmierzchu[:]"},"content":{"rendered":"[:en]\n
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The Discomfort of Evening is a book written by 30 year old Dutch author Marieke Lucas Rijneveld, which was translated into English from its original title “De avond is ongemak.” The book was inspired by the death of Marieke’s brother while she was three years old. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Life consists of details. Little snippets, moments and approximations. But what is it that makes the individual components form a common and coherent whole? What makes these details stay in a constant position in relation to each other? Is there some gravitational center around which they orbit? Or more prosaically, have they been glued together by a magical glue? What gives them their fixed structure?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Let us assume that there is some undefined force that keeps the details of life in motion and in mutual relation. Which gives them a common direction and a common identity. The very structure. In order for such a life, understood as a collection of details, to work, do specific conditions have to be met? Does it have to contain all the given and acquired elements permanently?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

And what if one element is suddenly missing?<\/h4>\n\n\n\n

For example, the smelly cow cream rubbed on the face by a caring mother? The yellow layer of cream sticking to your palate? The unruly curl on your forehead?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Will there be a gaping hole left behind forever? Will this gap, this void, be filled with something new with time? Single details will gently and slowly, yet relentlessly, begin to change their own trajectory, thus returning to the previous balance of power? Will they fill the void, regaining the status quo from before the loss? Or will they at least mask it? Will it be impossible to salvage such a depleted here and now, and must all remaining details and conditions be converted as quickly as possible, while the continuity of this structure still exists?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Or maybe the balance will be disturbed permanently and details will scatter disorderly, deprived of their concentrating force?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Marieke Lucas Rijneveld reflects on the dynamics of these phenomena in her delightful book “The Discomfort of Evening<\/em>“. The young Dutchwoman, rightly awarded the Booker prize, looks at the mechanism of life and the consequences that arise when the balance of power is disturbed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The coziness of rural life is the backdrop for a story of family trauma. Interactions, expectations, and fears, told from the perspective of the ten-year-old narrator, pulsate with the weight of guilt. The prose, dense with detail, is overwhelming in its realism. The world is as real as it is brutal.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

True, which is brutal.<\/h4>\n\n\n\n

The death of the oldest child in the family sets off a chain reaction of disintegration. Individual family members, who previously constituted a whole, close themselves in their own pain. They wrap themselves in grief and remorse like a warm pudding. It seems that if there is any common denominator for this family now, it is loneliness. It has encroached between the household and has led to a disintegration of relationships and emotions. Parents do not take care of children, children devise probable and improbable types of their parents’ deaths. For practice, so as not to be surprised a second time. The only manifestations of children’s feelings are new tics.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Father and mother don’t see our tics. They haven’t figured out that the fewer the rules, the more we make them up ourselves. “*<\/p>\n\n\n\n

That is, rules. Rules are able to maintain the planetary movement of life. To maintain balance in the torn structure of detail. Rules can restore rhythm, pulse. Step by step lead out of trauma. Fill the hollow in the mattress of the dead. Give back meaning. Restore logic. Even if the rule is to become mortification, torment and mutilation. According to Newton’s dynamics, centrifugal force and centripetal force balance each other. Common direction, different vectors. So the thesis should be replaced by the antithesis. Caring is masochism. Childish innocence – sexual arousal. Truth – fiction. Life – death.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Or maybe this already violated structure of life, intertwined with childish imaginings and experiences, is not subject to the laws of physics? And it cannot be fixed by simple logic. Maybe the ancients were right? This logic will betray us. And so will astronomy.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

A cruel God demands sacrifices. Weeping is replaced by madness.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

You can turn out the light.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

———
*M.L. Rijneveld, “Niepok\u00f3j przychodzi o zmierzchu” (“Anxiety Comes at Dusk”), published by LIterackie, Krakow 2021, p. 84<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Wi\u0119cej rekomendowanych ksi\u0105\u017cek znajdziecie tutaj<\/a>.<\/p>\n[:pl]\n

\"Ok\u0142adka<\/figure>\n\n\n\n

Niepok\u00f3j przychodzi o zmierzchu to ksi\u0105\u017cka napisana przez 30-letni\u0105 holendersk\u0105 autork\u0119 Marieke Lucas Rijneveld, kt\u00f3ra zosta\u0142a przet\u0142umaczona na j\u0119zyk polski z jej oryginalnego tytu\u0142u “De avond is ongemak.” Ksi\u0105\u017cka zosta\u0142a zainspirowana \u015bmierci\u0105 brata Marieke, gdy mia\u0142a trzy latka.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u017bycie sk\u0142ada si\u0119 z detali. Ma\u0142ych skrawk\u00f3w, moment\u00f3w i przybli\u017ce\u0144. Ale co sprawia, \u017ce pojedyncze sk\u0142adniki tworz\u0105 wsp\u00f3ln\u0105 i sp\u00f3jn\u0105 ca\u0142o\u015b\u0107? Co sprawia, \u017ce te detale utrzymuj\u0105 si\u0119 w sta\u0142ym po\u0142o\u017ceniu wzgl\u0119dem siebie? Istnieje jakie\u015b centrum grawitacyjne, wok\u00f3\u0142 kt\u00f3rego orbituj\u0105? Czy mo\u017ce bardziej prozaicznie, zosta\u0142y sklejone ze sob\u0105 nawzajem magicznym spoiwem? Co nadaje im sta\u0142\u0105 struktur\u0119?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Za\u0142\u00f3\u017cmy, \u017ce istnieje jaka\u015b bli\u017cej nieokre\u015blona si\u0142a, kt\u00f3ra utrzymuje detale \u017cycia w ruchu i wzajemnej relacji. Kt\u00f3ra nadaje im wsp\u00f3lny kierunek i wsp\u00f3ln\u0105 to\u017csamo\u015b\u0107. Struktur\u0119 w\u0142a\u015bnie. Czy, \u017ceby takie \u017cycie, rozumiane jako zbi\u00f3r detali, zadzia\u0142a\u0142o, musz\u0105 zosta\u0107 spe\u0142nione konkretne warunki? Czy musz\u0105 zosta\u0107 zawarte w nim na sta\u0142e wszystkie dane i nabyte elementy? <\/p>\n\n\n\n

A co, gdy jednego elementu nagle zabraknie?<\/h5>\n\n\n\n

Na przyk\u0142ad \u015bmierdz\u0105cego kremu krowiego wcieranego w twarz przez troskliw\u0105 mam\u0119? \u017b\u00f3\u0142tej warstwy \u015bmietany przyklejaj\u0105cej si\u0119 do podniebienia? Niesfornego loczka na czole? <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Czy pozostanie po nich na zawsze wyrwa? Czy z czasem taka wyrwa, pustka, zape\u0142ni si\u0119 czym\u015b nowym? Pojedyncze detale delikatnie i wolno, acz nieust\u0119pliwie, zaczn\u0105 zmienia\u0107 w\u0142asn\u0105 trajektori\u0119, powracaj\u0105c tym samym to poprzedniego uk\u0142adu si\u0142? Zape\u0142ni\u0105 pustk\u0119, odzyskuj\u0105c status quo sprzed utraty? Albo chocia\u017c zamaskuj\u0105? Czy mo\u017ce jednak nie da si\u0119 uratowa\u0107 takiego uszczerbionego tu i teraz i nale\u017cy jak najszybciej przekonwertowa\u0107 wszystkie pozosta\u0142e detale i warunki, p\u00f3ki jeszcze ci\u0105g\u0142o\u015b\u0107 owej struktury trwa?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

A mo\u017ce r\u00f3wnowaga zostanie zaburzona ju\u017c na sta\u0142e i detale rozsypi\u0105 si\u0119 bez\u0142adnie, pozbawione skupiaj\u0105cej je si\u0142y? <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Nad dynamik\u0105 tych zjawisk zastanawia si\u0119 Marieke Lucas Rijneveld w swojej zachwycaj\u0105cej ksi\u0105\u017cce ” Niepok\u00f3j przychodzi o zmierzchu”. M\u0142oda holenderka, s\u0142usznie nagrodzona nagrod\u0105 Bookera, przygl\u0105da si\u0119 mechanizmowi \u017cycia i konsekwencjom, wynikaj\u0105cym z zaburzenia uk\u0142adu si\u0142.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Prza\u015bno\u015b\u0107 wiejskiego \u017cycia jest tu t\u0142em dla historii rodzinnej traumy. Wzajemne relacje, oczekiwania, l\u0119ki, opowiedziane z perspektywy dziesi\u0119cioletniej narratorki pulsuj\u0105 od ci\u0119\u017caru poczucia winy. G\u0119sta od detali proza przyt\u0142acza swoim realizmem. \u015awiat tyle\u017c prawdziwy, co brutalny.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Prawdziwy, co brutalny. <\/h5>\n\n\n\n

\u015amier\u0107 najstarszego dziecka w rodzinie zapocz\u0105tkowa\u0142a reakcj\u0119 \u0142a\u0144cuchow\u0105 rozpadu. Poszczeg\u00f3lni cz\u0142onkowie rodziny, kt\u00f3rzy wcze\u015bniej stanowili ca\u0142o\u015b\u0107, zamykaj\u0105 si\u0119 we w\u0142asnym b\u00f3lu. Otulaj\u0105 si\u0119 \u017calem i wyrzutami sumienia, jak ciep\u0142\u0105 budrys\u00f3wk\u0105. Zdaje si\u0119, \u017ce je\u017celi jest obecnie jaki\u015b wsp\u00f3lny mianownik dla tej rodziny, to jest nim samotno\u015b\u0107. Wdar\u0142a si\u0119 mi\u0119dzy domownik\u00f3w i doprowadzi\u0142a do dezintegracji relacji i emocji. Rodzice nie zajmuj\u0105 si\u0119 dzie\u0107mi, dzieci obmy\u015blaj\u0105 prawdopodobne i nieprawdopodobne rodzaje \u015bmierci rodzic\u00f3w. Dla wprawy, \u017ceby drugi raz nie da\u0107 si\u0119 zaskoczy\u0107. Jedynymi przejawami uczu\u0107 dzieci s\u0105 nowe tiki.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Ojciec i matka nie widz\u0105 naszych tik\u00f3w. Nie zorientowali si\u0119, \u017ce im mniej regu\u0142, tym wi\u0119cej sami ich wymy\u015blamy.”*<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Czyli regu\u0142y. Regu\u0142y s\u0105 w stanie utrzyma\u0107 planetarny ruch \u017cycia. Zachowa\u0107 r\u00f3wnowag\u0119 w rozerwanej strukturze detali. Regu\u0142y mog\u0105 przywr\u00f3ci\u0107 rytm, puls. Krok za krokiem wyprowadzi\u0107 z traumy. Zape\u0142ni\u0107 zag\u0142\u0119bienie w materacu zmar\u0142ego. Odda\u0107 sens. Przywr\u00f3ci\u0107 logik\u0119. Nawet je\u015bli regu\u0142\u0105 ma si\u0119 sta\u0107 umartwianie, zadr\u0119czanie i okaleczanie. Zgodnie z dynamik\u0105 Newtona si\u0142a od\u015brodkowa i do\u015brodkowa r\u00f3wnowa\u017c\u0105 si\u0119. Wsp\u00f3lny kierunek, r\u00f3\u017cne wektory. Zatem tez\u0119 nale\u017cy zast\u0105pi\u0107 antytez\u0105. Trosk\u0119 – masochizmem. Dzieci\u0119c\u0105 niewinno\u015b\u0107 – pobudzeniem seksualnym. Prawd\u0119 – fikcj\u0105. \u017bycie – \u015bmierci\u0105.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

A mo\u017ce taka naruszona ju\u017c struktura \u017cycia przeplatana dzieci\u0119cymi imaginacjami i do\u015bwiadczeniami nie podlega prawom fizyki? I nie da si\u0119 jej naprawi\u0107 prost\u0105 logik\u0105. Mo\u017ce staro\u017cytni mieli do racj\u0119? Zdradzi nas ta logika. Astronomia zreszt\u0105 te\u017c. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Okrutny B\u00f3g \u017c\u0105da ofiar. P\u0142acz zostaje zast\u0105piony szale\u0144stwem.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Mo\u017cna zgasi\u0107 \u015bwiat\u0142o.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

—-<\/p>\n\n\n\n

*M.L. Rijneveld, “Niepok\u00f3j przychodzi o zmierzchu”, wyd. LIterackie, Krak\u00f3w 2021, str. 84<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Wi\u0119cej rekomendowanych ksi\u0105\u017cek znajdziecie tutaj<\/a>.<\/p>\n[:]","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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