The Goalie's Anxiety at the Penalty Kick: A Novel by Peter Handke (English) Pape

Description: The Goalie's Anxiety at the Penalty Kick by Peter Handke, Michael Roloff The first of Peter Handke's novels to be published  in English, "The Goalie's Anxiety at the Penalty Kick "is a true modern classic that "portrays the breakdown of a murderer in ways that recall Camus's "The Stranger""  (Richard Locke, "The New York Times). "The self-destruction of a soccer goalie turned construction worker who wanders aimlessly around a stifling Austrian border town after pursuing and then murdering, almost unthinkingly, a female movie cashier is mirrored by his use of direct, sometimes fractured prose that conveys "at its best a seamless blend of lyricism and horror seen in the runes of a disintegrating world" (Bill Marx, "Boston Sunday Globe). " FORMAT Paperback LANGUAGE English CONDITION Brand New Publisher Description The first of Nobel Prize winner Peter Handkes novels to be published in English, The Goalies Anxiety at the Penalty Kick is a true modern classic that "portrays the...breakdown of a murderer in ways that recall Camuss The Stranger" (The New York Times). The self-destruction of a soccer goalie turned construction worker who wanders aimlessly around a stifling Austrian border town after pursuing and then murdering, almost unthinkingly, a female movie cashier is mirrored by Handkes use of direct, sometimes fractured prose that conveys "at its best a seamless blend of lyricism and horror seen in the runes of a disintegrating world" (Boston Sunday Globe). Author Biography Peter Handke was born in Griffen, Austria, in 1942. A novelist, playwright, and translator, he is the author of such acclaimed works as The Moravian Night, A Sorrow Beyond Dreams, The Goalies Anxiety at the Penalty Kick, and Repetition. The recipient of multiple literary awards, including the Franz Kafka Prize and the International Ibsen Award, Handke is also a filmmaker. He wrote and directed adaptations of his novels The Left-Handed Woman and Absence, and co-wrote the screenplays for Wim Wenders Wrong Movie and Wings of Desire. He won the Nobel Prize for Literature in 2019. Review "Handke became the enfant terrible of the European avant-garde, denouncing all social, psychological and historical categories of experience as species of linguistic fraud. But [he] has aged well and now...is regarded as one of the most important writers in German." --Richard Locke, The New York Times Long Description The first of Peter Handkes novels to be published in English, "The Goalies Anxiety at the Penalty Kick "is a true modern classic that "portrays the...breakdown of a murderer in ways that recall Camuss "The Stranger"" (Richard Locke, "The New York Times). "The self-destruction of a soccer goalie turned construction worker who wanders aimlessly around a stifling Austrian border town after pursuing and then murdering, almost unthinkingly, a female movie cashier is mirrored by his use of direct, sometimes fractured prose that conveys "at its best a seamless blend of lyricism and horror seen in the runes of a disintegrating world" (Bill Marx, "Boston Sunday Globe)." Review Quote Handke became theenfant terribleof the European avant-garde, denouncing all social, psychological and historical categories of experience as species of linguistic fraud. But [he] has aged well and now Excerpt from Book The Goalies Anxiety At the Penalty Kick WHEN JOSEPH BLOCH, a construction worker who had once been a well-known soccer goalie, reported for work that morning, he was told that he was fired. At least that was how he interpreted the fact that no one except the foreman looked up from his coffee break when he appeared at the door of the construction shack, where the workers happened to be at that moment, and Bloch left the building site. Out on the street he raised his arm, but the car that drove past --even though Bloch hadnt been hailing a cab--was not a cab. Then he heard the sound of brakes in front of him. Bloch looked around: behind him there was a cab; its driver started swearing. Bloch turned around, got in, and told the driver to take him to the Naschmarkt. It was a beautiful October day. Bloch ate a hot dog at a stand and then walked past the stalls to a movie theater. Everything he saw bothered him. He tried to notice as little as possible. Inside the theater he breathed freely. Afterward he was astonished by the perfectly natural manner of the cashier in responding to the wordless gesture with which hed put his money on the box-office turntable. Next to the movie screen he noticed the illuminated dial of an electric clock. Halfway through the movie he heard a bell; for a long time he couldnt decide whether the ringing was in the film or in the belfry outside near the Naschmarkt. Out on the street, he bought some grapes, which were especially cheap at this time of year. He walked on, eating the grapes and spitting out the skins. The first hotel where he asked for a room turned him away because he had only a briefcase with him; the desk clerk at the second hotel, which was on a side street, took him to his room himself. Even before the clerk had gone, Bloch lay down on the bed and soon fell asleep. In the evening he left the hotel and got drunk. Later he sobered up and tried calling some friends; since most of these friends didnt live in the city and the phone didnt return his coins, Bloch soon ran out of change. A policeman to whom Bloch shouted,thinking he could get his attention, did not respond. Bloch wondered whether the policeman might have misconstrued the words Bloch had called across the street, and he remembered the natural way the movie cashier had spun around the tray with his ticket. Hed been so astonished by the swiftness of her movements that he almost forgot to pick up the ticket. He decided to look up the cashier. When he got to the movie, the theaters lights were just going out. Bloch saw a man on a ladder exchanging the letters of the film for tomorrows title. He waited until he could read the name of the next film; then he went back to the hotel. The next day was Saturday. Bloch decided to stay at the hotel one more day. Except for an American couple, he was alone in the dining room; for a while he listened to their conversation, which he could understand fairly well because hed traveled with his team to several soccer tournaments in New York; then he quickly went out to buy some newspapers. The papers, because they were the weekend editions, were very heavy; he didnt fold them up but carried them under his arm to the hotel. He sat down at his table, which had been cleared in the meantime, and took out the want-ad sections; this depressed him. Outside he saw two people walking by with thick newspapers. He held his breath until they had passed.Only then did he realize they were the two Americans. Having seen them earlier only at the table in the dining room, he did not recognize them. At a coffeehouse he sipped for a long time at the glass of water served with his coffee. Once in a while he got up and took a magazine from the stacks lying on the chairs and tables designated for them; once when the waitress retrieved the magazines piled beside him, she muttered the phrase "newspaper table" as she left. Bloch, who could hardly bear looking at the magazines but at the same time could not really put down a single one of them before he had leafed through it completely, tried glancing out at the street now and then; the contrast between the magazine illustrations and the changing views outside soothed him. As he left, he returned the magazines to the table himself. At the market the stalls were already closed. For a few minutes Bloch casually kicked discarded vegetables and fruit along the ground in front of him. Somewhere between the stalls he relieved himself. Standing there, he noticed that the walls of the wooden stands were black with urine everywhere. The grape skins he had spat out the day before were still lying on the sidewalk. When Bloch put his money on the cashiers tray, the bill got caught as the turntable revolved; he had a chance to say something.The cashier answered. He said something else. Because this was unusual, the girl looked up. This gave him an excuse to go on talking. Inside the movie, Bloch remembered the cheap novel and the hot plate next to the cashier; he leaned back and began to take in the details on the screen. Late in the afternoon he took a streetcar to the stadium. He bought standing room but sat down on the newspapers, which he still hadnt thrown away; the fact that the spectators in front of him blocked his view did not bother him. During the game most of them sat down. Bloch wasnt recognized. He left the newspapers where they were, put a beer bottle on top of them, and went out of the stadium before the final whistle, so he wouldnt get caught in the rush. The many nearly empty buses and streetcars waiting outside the stadium--it was a championship game--seemed strange. He sat down in a streetcar. He sat there almost alone for so long that he began to feel impatient. Had the referee called overtime? When Bloch looked up, he saw that the sun was going down. Without meaning anything by it, Bloch lowered his head. Outside, it suddenly got windy. At just about the time that the final whistle blew, three long separate blasts, the drivers and conductors got into the buses and streetcars and the people crowded out of thestadium. Bloch could imagine the noise of beer bottles landing on the playing field; at the same time he heard dust hitting against the windows. Just as he had leaned back in the movie house, so now, while the spectators surged into the streetcar, he leaned forward. Luckily, he still had his film program. It felt as though the floodlights had just been turned on in the stadium. "Nonsense," Bloch said to himself. He never played well under the lights. Downtown he spent some time trying to find a phone booth; when he found an empty one, the ripped-off receiver lay on the floor. He walked on. Finally he was able to make a call from the West Railroad Station. Since it was Saturday, hardly anybody was home. When a woman he used to know finally answered, he had to talk a bit before she understood who he was. They arranged to meet at a restaurant near the station, where Bloch knew there was a juke box. He passed the time until she came putting coins in the juke box, letting other people choose the songs; meanwhile, he looked at the signed photos of soccer players on the walls. The place had been leased a couple of years ago by a forward on the national eleven, whod then gone overseas as coach of one of the unofficial American teams; now that that league had broken up, hed disappeared over there. Bloch started talking to a girl who kept reachingblindly behind her from the table next to the juke box, always choosing the same record. She left with him. He tried to get her into a doorway, but all the gates were already locked. When one could be opened, it turned out that, to judge from the singing, a religious service was going on behind an inner door. They found an elevator and got in; Bloch pushed the button for the top floor. Even before the elevator started up, the girl wanted to get out again. Bloch then pushed the button for the second floor; there they got out and stood on the stairs; now the girl became affectionate. They ran upstairs together. The elevator was on the top floor; they got in, rode down, and went out on the street. Bloch walked beside the girl for a while; then he turned around and went back to the restaurant. The woman, still in her coat, was waiting. Bloch explained to the other girl, who was still at the table next to the juke box, that her friend would not come back, and went out of the restaurant with the woman. Bloch said, "I feel silly without a coat when youre wearing one." The woman took his arm. To free his arm, Bloch pretended that he wanted to show her something. Then he didnt know what it was he wanted to show her. Suddenly he felt the urge to buy an evening paper. They walked through several streets but couldnt find a newsstand. Finally theytook the bus to the South Station, but it was already closed. Bloch pretended to be startled; and in reality he was startled. To the woman--who had hinted, by opening her purse on the bus and fiddling with various things, that she was having her period--he said, "I forgot to leave a note," without knowing what he actually meant by the words "note" and "leave." Anyway, he got into a cab alone and drove to the Naschmarkt. Since the movie had a late show on Saturdays, Bloch actually arrived too early. He went to a nearby cafeteria and, standing up, ate a croquette. He tried to tell the counter girl a joke as fast as he could; when the time was up and he still hadnt finished, he stopped in the middle of a sentence and paid. The girl laughed. On the street he ran into a man he knew who asked him for money. Bloch swore at him. As the drunk grabbed Bloch by the shirt, the street blacked out. Startled, the drunk let go. Bloch, whod been exp Details ISBN0374531064 Author Michael Roloff Short Title GOALIES ANXIETY AT THE PENALTY Language English Translator Michael Roloff ISBN-10 0374531064 ISBN-13 9780374531065 Media Book Format Paperback Year 2007 DEWEY 833.914 Residence AU Birth 1942 Series FSG Classics DOI 10.1604/9780374531065 Subtitle A Novel UK Release Date 2007-12-10 Imprint Farrar, Straus & Giroux Inc Place of Publication New York Country of Publication United States Translated from German AU Release Date 2007-12-10 NZ Release Date 2007-12-10 US Release Date 2007-12-10 Publisher Farrar, Straus & Giroux Inc Edition Description Limited and Us and Updated to Include New Develop ed. Publication Date 2007-12-10 Audience General Pages 144 We've got this At The Nile, if you're looking for it, we've got it. With fast shipping, low prices, friendly service and well over a million items - you're bound to find what you want, at a price you'll love! TheNile_Item_ID:7183350;

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