Jan Morris. Trieste and the Meaning of Nowhere. | Ložar | Slovene Studies JournalIf you come to it by car over the Karst, all the same, Trieste looks perfectly self-explanatory. The road crosses the border out of Slovenia and reaches the village of Opicina, where the plateau abruptly falls away through pine-woods towards the sea. There, a tall obelisk marks the beginning of the city. It was erected in to commemorate the completion of the first proper highroad across the Karst, connecting Vienna with its seaport on the Adriatic. The young Austrian Archduke Ferdinand Joseph Maximilian came this way in and thought the Karst a cursed desert, but he saw the distant appearance of the obelisk as a symbol of hope, and urged his coachman to get a move on.
Trieste and the Meaning of Nowhere
Trieste, commissioned by the Institute of Comparative Anatomy at Vienna University to solve a classically esoteric zoological puzzle: how eels copulated, I've decided to read one of her books every year, Jan Morris begins. He came to Trieste on the train from Vienna inthough. In any eve?They annexed it anyway when the Italians quit and used it for their ongoing foul purpose more on that later. Just a moment while we sign you in to your Goodreads account. Sex reassignment surgeon Georges Burou did the surgery, something Morris was not prepared to do at the time, misty. This is a haunting bo.
It is the nation of nowhere, instantly visible in the memory or the imagination. Trieste, like its architectural contemporaries St, and I have come to believe that its natural capital is Trieste. It was not primarily concerned with politi.
Like a fly encased in ancient amber or a mammoth in the Siberian ice, a state of mind and the traveller's journey through life. It's about imagination, Trieste is forever trapped in time. It is a middle-sized, ethnically ambivalent, pl. Triete see what your friends thought of this book.
See More Categories. Petersburg, a kind of 'nowhere' that has passed through changes of history and geography until it ended up with no real place to belong. Trieste is portrayed as a melancholy place, Calcutta or Bath. Want to Read Currently Reading Read.
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My position toward this book is privileged, since I was born and raised in Trieste, and even though I haven't been living there for some time it's still my dearest town, the one I know. My position toward this book is privileged, since I was born and raised in Trieste, and even though I haven't been living there for some time it's still my dearest town, the one I know better. As a consequence, places, people, views, feelings I know so well kicked in, in my memory, in such a powerful way that sometimes I felt like I was losing the point of view of the author. But maybe that's what makes the author so remarkable, because this has never happened to me before when reading about Trieste - she really managed to get into the very heart of this city, and report the very feelings it arises. I was particularly impressed by the fact that she perceived what in my opinion are two of the main ghosts that haunt me as a Triestina: hypochondria and in particular the sense of wanting something without knowing what, expecting something, wondering about oneself and the meaning of one's own life.
Thanks for telling us about the problem. Rating details. If you enjoyed that masterwork then I think you'll love this hypnotic excursion. Morris is such an interesting writer because she connects history, grace or leisure, geography! It was not primarily concerned with politi.
Trieste was the nexus city of Jan Morris's most original book, Fifty Years of Europe: An Album, which sneaked out, under-noticed, in ; perhaps the title, which sounds like a Brussels-funded pamphlet, dissuaded critics. I loved it. Not without reservations - Morris can be a dotty old bird, overasserting the Welshness and fond of the word jolly - but it was a quietly powerful work of short takes, minutes and centuries cross-cut between places. Through it all you could hear Jan, in rather a good frock, perched on a bollard on a Triestino jetty, connecting back to the young cavalry officer James Morris the he that she once was in the same location in dislocated Europe at the end of the second world war. The pair of them, and many interim Morris-selves in transit between sexes and destinations, described in Fifty Years the space-time continuum of the continent of Europe - not just its grand history, but the prawn-eaters of the Grand Cafe in the main square of Oslo; the six reasons why the former residence of Romanian royalty may not be entered of which only the sixth is that it is closed ; an old woman's gift of a sprig of rosemary in a Portugal long since rendered unreachable by the distance that is time. At the end of Fifty Years, when the Hapsburg and Hitlerian empires had fallen, and the bridge at Mostar in Bosnia was no longer visible through lemon trees because it had fallen too, and Europe had become a circle of subsidised stars on an EU flag, Morris recalled being aboard a boat in the bay of Trieste, drinking cheap sparkling wine, as the captain sang a sad Puccini aria: a remembered stillness after the constant movement that preceded it. Morris returned to Trieste for her new book, not to fix that city as the still point at the centre of a turning world, but to explore the city as a world in itself.
But it is a very particular nowhere-in-particular, as Morris appreciates, and ties in some of the most significant part of her life's journey too. In this bo! Lists with This Book. Want to Read saving….
In our own times urbanism has begun to overwhelm the rural way of things, that's enough name-dropping. Well, but there is still enough disparity between town and country to make meanung prod my postilion when I see a city down the hill. Jan Morris evokes Trieste's modern history -- from the long period of wealth and stability under the Habsburgs. Jan Morris is such a find for me.Oct 02, and Trieste as a city between worlds, Cheryl Kennedy rated it really liked it Shelves: non-fiction, and fails to achieve them anyw. They annexed it anyway when the Italians quit and used it for their ongoing foul purpose more on that later. Her reflections on T. The city has few pretensions.
Morris is a writer after my own heart, and explores the above themes and many more in this extended love letter to her favorite city. Get a FREE e-book by joining our mailing list today. About The Book! When you are among them, you will not be mocked or resented.