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SUMMARY ↠ Amsterdam Stories ↠ [Download] ➸ Amsterdam Stories By Nescio – Insolpro.co.uk No one has written feelingly and beautifully than Nescio about the madness and sadness courage and vulnerability of youth its big plans and vague longings not to mention the binges crashes and maratho No one has written feelingly and beautifully thanEtherlands Who was Nescio Nescio Latin for “I don’t know” was the pen name of JHF Groenloh the highly successful director of the Holland Bombay Trading Company and a father of four someone who knew than enough about respectable maturity Only in his spare time and under the cover of a pseudonym as if commemorating a lost self did he let himself go pro. Introduction by Joseph O'Neill The Freeloader Young Titans The Writing on the Wall Out Along the IJ Little Poet From an Unfinished Novel The Valley of Obligations The End Insula Dei Notes

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No one has written feelingly and beautifully than Nescio about the madness and sadness courage and vulnerability of youth its big plans and vague longings not to mention the binges crashes and marathon walks and talks No one for that matter has written with such pristine clarity about the radiating canals of Amsterdam and the cloud swept landscape of the N. ‘ I stood on the little bridge on the edge of nothingness enveloped in infinity’The unbridled aspirations of youth are like a fiery golden sunrise headstrong and self assured to light the world ablaze with midday brilliance and pushing aside the inevitability of the purple twilight that is to come Amsterdam Stories a slim yet surprisingly substantial collection from the life’s work of Nescio— the Latin pseudonym of Dutch businessman and director of the Holland Bombay Trading Company Jan Hendrik Frederik Grönloh meaning ‘I Don’t Know’ —beautifully bottles the passions and endeavours of youth in pristine prose Focusing on a cavalcade of young artists who passively watch the world turn while assured of their own importance and coming fame Nescio’s stories read like a matured and polished Beat novel coming alive in the streets of Amsterdam and the artistic expressions of his characters The natural world reigns supreme with Nescio as his artists attempt to harness it for personal glory while inevitably succumbing to the passage of time that leaves them only dust and the world churning onPerhaps the enjoyment of Nescio hinges on one’s tolerance for youthful nostalgia performed through long walks and talks drunken binges and the occasional art of otherwise unproductive young men in society However even those disenchanted with Beat Generation style antics are sure to find solace in the much matured insight through the gorgeously polished prose of Nescio For me the nostalgia is like being seated around a warm fire on a vast summer’s night with friends now long gone; the stories made me feel the heart within my chest throb in all its abstract and emotional ualities and overflow my senses with nearly forgotten stimuli as if I were suddenly transported to the basements and bars of my early twenties Reading like a memoir than short stories as the majority contain the same characters in a circle of friends Nescio refrains from adding much concrete detail to character descriptions and the reader is sure to naturally fill the gaps in with their own adolescent friends; many of these stories read like experiencing your own past as Nescio bestows a universality to his characters that make you believe you somehow know them We would shock the world unimpressive as we were sitting calmly there with our legs pulled up and our eight hands clasping our eight knees Nescio instills that youthful feeling of infinitude and importance where the world is just a test and obstacle that can easily be overcome for one to find themselves reigning supreme The hatred for the privileged that skate through life on their last names the disgust towards bleeding out your life as a bound and tied slave to corporate servitude all the aspects of maturity and adulthood that youth despises despite doing nothing to the contrary come alive in each story Nescio returns you to the feeling that nothing is impossible the wonderful feeling that you are uniue special and bound for greatness—a greatness that grows exponentially with each drink and smoke as you chatter away with your friends into the endless numbered nights' Oh we took our revenge we learned languages they had never even heard of and we read books they couldn't even begin to understand we experienced feelings they never knew existed'Each story perfectly captures the emotions of young life The Freeloader ‘ he always knew how to have a damned good time spending money while other people earned it’ seemingly a acute observation of an author with a business bent on his artistic friends and lifestyle features a friend we all know and initially loved for their carefree manner and ability to enjoy life to the fullest without suffering the yellow dawn existential angst and regret that typically permeate each hangover and smoked out morning breath Young Titans my personal favorite exuisitely examines the group of artists on a lifelong timeline from sunrise to sunset first loves and dreams towards a lifetime of mediocrity and defeat and rings true to the point of jabbing its emotional knife into the soul of every reader The Little Poet in particular manages to assess love particularly impossible love and the sleeplessness of love pangs in a world where God and the Devil toy with their creations for sport These are stories of white hot emotion and ambition of burning the candle at both ends just to see it blaze and dying in the afterglow ‘ I sit there aimlessly God's will is aimlessBut to keep this awareness always is granted to no man’Nescio’s prose is full of vibrant life and color While his characters go relatively undescribed except the beautiful women of Holland each with intoxicating ‘ knowing eyes’ that even leads God Himself to wonder ‘ if he had seen ten thousand girls or one girl ten thousand time’ the Dutch landscapes are described in lavish language The natural world and it’s impenetrable mysteries and unharnessed beauty enlivens each page and inspires the characters as they trade in their lives in artistic servitude to capture nature through their paintings and poetry It is no surprise then that in Insula Dei the most disconcerting aspect of the Nazi occupation to the focal character is the destruction of trees and nature as mankind is acknowledged as disposable to ‘God’s plan’ and nature the everlasting truth Nescio gives a sobering reminder that we are finite in an infinite universe yet avoids melancholy and accepts this truth in a manner that feels all the empowering and beautiful for it Two thousand years that’s nothing the earth has existed for thousands and thousands years than that and will probably exist for thousands The water will probably flow thousands of years without him seeing it And even if the world did end that still didn’t really mean anything There would be so much time afterwards time would never end And all that time he would be dead There is something so freeing in accepting one’s fate in acknowledging that time eats all and outlasts all Through Nescio we watch the goals of youth shattered on the shores of adulthood either crushed by the world sunk into mediocrity working for a paycheck ‘ hounded and oppressed by people and by necessity just like everyone else’ or disintegrating and disappearing forever as time takes it’s course Despite the typically morose endings to the stories Nescio manages to avoid burdening the reader with sadness but instead a sly smile at the irony of existence ‘ A new age would dawn we could still do great things I did my best to believe it my very very best’These stories really struck a chord with me They returned me to my youth in decrepit college apartments with former roommates as we passed long nights laughing talking smoking and dreaming as we welcomed the stars with wine and guitars Nescio rings true into the depths of the human soul and his message is just as valuable and digestible now as it was when first written While this seems a meager offering of translated stories a large chunk of the included works being unfinished drafts the culmination of work still steals the heart and allows the reader to watch the progression of the author through the years Amsterdam Stories leaves the reader wishing there was however this is preferable to a collection having the reader overstimulat

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Amsterdam StoriesDucing over the course of his lifetime a handful of utterly original stories that contain some of the most luminous pages in modern literature This is the first English translation of Nescio’s storiesContentsThe freeloaderWhen we were titansThe writing on the wallOut along the IJLittle poetFrom an unfinished novelThe valley of obligationsThe endInsula de. I love this guy He’s so humble so understated so unhistrionic but what comes through to me at least is a palpable sadness You might even say a cosmic sadness in that he’s aware of his smallness and his characters’ smallnesses in relation to forces they only fool themselves they can fight And it’s powerful so powerful that despite his beautiful words and images I’m almost glad he published only these hundred odd pages in his lifetime because would be heartbreaking In his uiet way he’s almost another Akhmatova sensitive and alert and destined to write but shaped by world events into a kind of writer he might never have imagined There’s an irony in his giving up his bohemian life to be a bourgeois then being reduced to ersatz coffee and counting his last cigars as the Second World War sets in just when he’d retired and thought he’d earned his luxuries But he doesn’t hit you over the head with it Nor does he wax too nostalgic for past times Other reviewers have emphasized this the romantic look over one shoulder at the past But I read it as tragedy Even the ‘young titans’ planning their takeover of the future struggle to believe in their plans The seeds of their failures are there from the startI liked these stories eually – I could start reading at any page and be enthralled – but I thought the machinations with the devil and the young husband and wife in ‘Young Poet’ were particularly strongThen the little poet looked up at the window across from him in the streetcar The houses were all dark and the ladies reading this know perfectly well that in such circumstances you see all the passengers in the streetcar reflected in the little window outsideThe contemplative eyes of the little poet then looked straight into the contemplative eyes of Clara the dazzling which looked as though they knew something very special but that was just an illusion For a moment the four contemplative eyes grew bigger and dazzling then the little poet lost his nerve he was a well behaved young man after all even if there were such strange meanderings in his never ending poem and he looked at the brown fabric and black fur and at the vague shape of her legs under her suit and then wrenched his gaze toward a dairy outside And so the little poet poetized away at his never ending poem and even the silliest woman could poetize along with him But they couldn’t be together And maybe that was what made it so beautifulOn to the little poet’s wifeCoba is sitting at an outdoor table at the Beursbengel cafe Her little girl is sitting across from her In the corner sits the devil twisting the ends of his moustache I once heard a woman a high minded principled woman say ‘A man like that what does he take me for Does he think I’ll fall in love with him just because he tugs at a wisp of hair Bah’ Don’t trust this woman too much Now she’s lying awake at night clenching her wet pillow between her teethAt times there seems little imagination in these stories They’re like memoirs with a single cast of characters that I presume are based on real people ‘Little Poet’ is something else – the most fictional of the lot – but its world is so familiar from the others that its easy to see the autobiography in it Given such material it would have been easy for Nescio self proclaimed hater of ‘important gentlemen’ turned important gentleman to turn on his younger self and proclaim a higher set of ideals from his new position of privilege To me he got the balance right He’s mocking but gently so He offers no answers besides those his younger self might have offered but in the beauty of his prose he affirms something humility decency abiding love of nature And by refusing to put anything but his very best efforts into his work he actually gives meaning to his self denial beyond the earning of an income to support his wife and children Seen in this light it’s a discipline Don’t waste words Nescio time is ticking A small uniue classic I won’t give it a perfect score because I can’t yet tell if we’ll be familiars Or maybe I’m scared we are already No unfortunately I feel I’ve never grown up