This controversial portrayal of Viennese artistic circles begins as the writer-narrator arrives at an 'artistic dinner' given by a composer and his society wife—a couple that the writer once admired but has now come to loathe. The guest of honor, an actor from the Burgtheater, is late. As the other guests wait impatiently, they are seen through the critical eye of the narrator, who begins a silent but frenzied, sometimes maniacal, and often ambivalent tirade against these former friends, most of whom were brought together by the woman whom they had buried that day. Reflections on Joana's life and suicide are mixed with these denunciations until the famous actor arrives, bringing a culmination to the evening for which the narrator had not even thought to hope. And as the observer in his wing chair thinks with great disgust of all the despicable things that he associates with the various dinner guests, and how he hates, detests and despises this, that and the other (the narrator uses a large number of derogatory words!), it gradually occurs to him that his own behaviour may have been despicable too.

Die rhythmische Phrasierung der Worte und Sätze - sie fasziniert mich bei Bernhard immer mehr, erreicht eine unglaubliche Präzision und Intensität. Manchmal findet sie sich sogar im Kontext der Worte wieder und mimt so wie hier einen ¾ Takt: So the next day morning, both of them took up their positions in the forest and started chopping away in their fastest possible speed. This lasted for an hour before Peter suddenly stopped. When John realized that there was no chopping sound from his opponent’s side, he thought: “Ah Ha! He must be tired already!” And he continued to cut down his trees with double the pace.In a big, old chair at a late night dinner party, the main character sits and rages silently over his hosts, their art snobbery and the general state of the culture scene in Vienna. Half hidden behind a door, he observes the other guests and reminisce on events from the past. He regrets accepting the invitation to this "late night artistic dinner" with old acquaintances he obviously loathes. My Norwegian translation has a subtitle that can be translated as "An agitation", which is very fitting. The language is rhythmic, almost hypnotic, very repetitive and intense. The whole book is about the main character's agitation, rage, melancholy and despair. How low they’ve sunk, I thought as I sat in the wing chair – these people who as far as I can see have been artistically, intellectually and spiritually bankrupt for decades… At one time, of course, all these people had actually been artists, or at least possessed artistic talents, I thought, sitting in the wing chair, but now they were just so much artistic riffraff, having about as much to do with art and the artistic as this dinner party of the Auersbergers’. All these people, who were once real artists, or at least in some way artistic, I thought as I sat in the wing chair, are now nothing but shams, husks of their former selves… Everybody, everywhere seems to be busy. Most people are just too busy doing and trying to achieve that they do not take the necessary time to renew themselves, to learn and grow—to sharpen the “axe”. How exactly do you sharpen the axe?

You can upgrade these boxes from Basic to Elder, To upgrade your Wood Box, use a previously crafted Wood Box along with the next tier of logs to start crafting! Log Piles High hopes of youth… But the artists grew older and their hopes got fewer… Some of them were left behind, some were over the edge, some drowned their talents in alcohol, some compromised, some became opportunistic and some sold themselves out… So it is that, from that echoing nature, it comes forth that the narrator may, in fact, be the agent and instigator of virtually every sin he pins to the Auersbergers, Jeannie, Joana, the aged actor. All that he accuses them of may, in fact, have derived from his actions, his abandonments, his abuses. The intervening years, then, have perhaps not served as a salvational period away from those who would have insatiably reduced him to a husk, but rather provided the time and means to ensure that self-knowledge of his own culpability, existing inside such a formidable condemnatory machine, was turned outwards, exercised unto pervasiveness and furiously launched and maintained, that some manner of reparation might be effected on the one most responsible for the ills being decried. At any rate, our proximity to our own homes, wherever they may be at the moment, affords us an ideal vantage from which to examine their faults. Austria or America. Uruguay or Uzbekistan. Sri Lanka or Sudan. There's nothing so revolting as the place where we shit. There's nothing so instructive as the cultural claustrophobia of spending too many days among like-kinds. (There's, of course, a comfort too. Even in Bernhard's bleak appraisal.)

Contributions should be appropriate for a global audience. Please avoid using profanity or attempts to approximate profanity with creative spelling, in any language. Comments and media that include 'hate speech', discriminatory remarks, threats, sexually explicit remarks, violence, and the promotion of illegal activity are not permitted. Why? I don't know. Maybe that's a lot my own words and thought expended upon something neither particularly insightful nor applicable to Bernhard, here or in whole. And it's a bleak presentation—for if we're in the kind of echo chamber where a corroded mind turns itself against the world, diminishes the latter to the point of execration and simultaneously is leeched of its will by that degraded world it so perceives, where lies the road to salvation? With Bernhard, often in suicide, or early death from the inevitable breakdowns deriving from such severe physical and mental impairment. And if bodily extinction manages to be avoided, it's to pursue the course of isolation: removing oneself from the pathogens of the modern world and its ravenous populace—either by hiding oneself away (preferably in, say, a garret) to pass the days in reading great works, pacing the floor, and burnishing that (one) perfect idea that resides within the mind and should/will/must never be brought out of that idealized womb; or else absconding into the heart of quiet, forested, being-empty nature, where in tranquil silence and arboreal envelopment one can find the harmony so alien to life as experienced within the bustle and schemes, inevitable despairs and spiritual envelopment of mastering civilization. You will find Log Piles scattered around the Grove that you can use to deposit your logs and empty your Wood Box directly into your bank! Bird's Nests Sin embargo, a juzgar por la sinopsis y tras leer las primeras páginas, el contenido de Woodcutters parece blanco y en botella: pura mala leche. Bernhard no debía tener un alto concepto de la escena artística de su país —ni estar de muy buen humor— durante los ochenta. En la primera mitad de esa década, además de ajustar cuentas con sus colegas escritores en Woodcutters, le dio lo suyo al mundo de la música en The Loser (1983) y al de la pintura en Old Masters (1985). Por suerte para sus lectores, de lo que estaba sin duda sobrado era de calidad literaria, porque las tres novelas son a cuál mejor. At "My Wood Cutters", you can find pretty much all common cutting tools for woodworkers. This includes replacement knives for planers and jointers, shaper cutters, Helical cutter heads for planers and jointers, and even molding knives for all common molding machines

The blueprint is started at the Fort Forinthry blueprints. This adds four Construction hotspots around the grove cabin, with one of them optimal, which can be built to gain Construction experience. Finishing the first tier requires 160 base batches of progress, the second 360, and the third 768. These can be reduced by building at the optimal hotspots. El entierro de Joanna esa misma mañana, seguido de la cena artística, son dos actos de la misma representación teatral en la de los supuestos intelectuales y almas sensibles representan sus patéticos papeles como artistas y mecenas, tratando de obtener algún beneficio de su asistencia. Ambas reuniones devuelven de repente al narrador al marasmo la vida cultural vienesa de los cincuenta, de la que él mismo fue parte activa hasta que se dio cuenta que permanecer significaría su aniquilación como artista y como persona… como ha sucedido finalmente a la propia Joanna. Finalmente, el actor se digna en asistir y comienza la cena, mientras el narrador se sigue revolcando en el recuerdo de lo lamentables y despreciables que eran sus conocidos en los cincuenta, y en la realización de que ahora lo son aún más y… ¡un momento! Si en aquel mundillo artístico vienés de mitad de siglo todos eran unos patanes interesados y arribistas… y él era parte de ese mudo… quizá él no era mucho mejor.Similar to Stone Spirits, Wood Spirits are an item that while chopping relevant trees (e.g Willow Spirit → Willow Tree) will be consumed to grant an additional log to increase your logging potential massively! It's worth mentioning these new Wood Spirits have not been added to any boss drop tables. Fairy Ring & Tree Patch But to John’s astonishment, Peter had actually cut down more wood. How did this even happen? “How could you have chopped down more trees than me? I heard you stop working every hour for fifteen minutes!”, exclaimed John. Mr. Bernhard's portrait of a society in dissolution has a Scandinavian darkness reminiscent of Ibsen and Strindberg, but it is filtered through with a minimalist prose. . . . Woodcutters offers an unusually strange, intense, engrossing literary experience."—Mark Anderson, New York Times Book Review The dinner party sort of turns into an impromptu gathering for the group’s friend (and the narrator’s ex-lover) who has committed suicide. His internal tirades start to become a bitter reminiscence about love and relationships, youth, loss.

Ich bin, obwohl ich auf keinen Fall in die Gentzgasse hatte gehen wollen, in die Gentzgasse gegangen, sagte ich mir auf dem Ohrensessel […]" People hated me and everything I wrote, and ganged up against me in the most vicious fashion whenever they saw me. But ever since my return from London I had been on my guard against them, against all the people I had known previously, but above all against these so-called artistic figures from the fifties , and especially those who had come to this artistic dinner. All Wood Boxes will store previous-tier materials and so upgrading to the next box will not remove any utility.

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People hated me and everything I wrote, and ganged up against me in the most vicious fashion whenever they saw me. But ever since my return from London I had been on my guard against them, against all the people I had known previously, but above all against these so-called artistic figures from the fifties, and especially those who had come to this artistic dinner. Alongside adding in the new Imcando Hatchet, the requirements for hatchets have been re-tiered (no more needing odd levels like 41) and some of the previous tiers have been rebalanced to better reflect this new tier scale. Introducing Wood Boxes! The Ore Box’s more sustainable cousin! Use your fletching skill to create these new boxes to store all the wood you will be chopping. Ich fand den Auflauf damals widerwärtig und habe die Lektüre trotzig verweigert. Für Thomas Bernhard hatte ich wenig übrig und meine Sympathien lagen eher bei dem Ehepaar Lampersberg, die als Förderer der von mir sehr geschätzten Wiener Gruppe um H.C Artmann, Gerhard Rühm oder Konrad Bayer galten. One of Bernhard’s trademark traits: He never shied away from controversy. When “Woodcutters” was first published in 1984, a former friend (composer Gerhard Lampersberg) sued the author for defamation - in consequence, all printed copies were confiscated, which of course caused an enormous scandal (Lampersberg and Bernhard later sought an extrajudicial settlement). And Lampersberg was not the only one who felt offended by Bernhard’s text.