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Title	:	My Prizes: An Accounting
Author	:	Thomas Bernhard
Book Format	:	Hardcover
Book Edition	:	Special Edition
Pages	:	Pages: 135 pages
Published	:	November 23rd 2010 by Knopf (first published 2009)
Categories	:	Nonfiction. Writing. Essays. Biography. Autobiography. Memoir. European Literature. German Literature

My Prizes: An Accounting

Thomas Bernhard

Hardcover | Pages: 135 pages

Rating: 3.99 | 757 Users | 94 Reviews

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A gathering of brilliant and viciously funny recollections from one of the twentieth century’s most famous literary enfants terribles.

Written in 1980 but published here for the first time, these texts tell the story of the various farces that developed around the literary prizes Thomas Bernhard received in his lifetime. Whether it was the Bremen Literature Prize, the Grillparzer Prize, or the Austrian State Prize, his participation in the acceptance ceremony—always less than gracious, it must be said—resulted in scandal (only at the awarding of the prize from Austria’s Federal Chamber of Commerce did Bernhard feel at home: he received that one, he said, in recognition of the great example he set for shopkeeping apprentices). And the remuneration connected with the prizes presented him with opportunities for adventure—of the new-house and luxury-car variety.

Here is a portrait of the writer as a prizewinner: laconic, sardonic, and shaking his head with biting amusement at the world and at himself. A revelatory work of dazzling comedy, the pinnacle of Bernhardian art.

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Original Title:	Meine Preise
ISBN:	0307272877 (ISBN13: 9780307272874)
Edition Language:	English

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It was a surprise hit. Embarrassingly admitting, I didn't know who Thomas Bernhard was. I Also embarrassingly admit that I bought this book purely for the cover. OK, maybe that is not exactly accurate. I picked this book up because this (US Knopf hardcover edition) is a perfection of a book design. The size, binding, cover design, cover stock, use of metallic ink, composition, the wide inside flap, size and choice of text font..., everything is a perfection. I am a book design nerd after all.

Thomas Bernhard was a writer who fashioned his own truth, while at the same time also claiming that there is no such thing as truth. He elaborates on this seeming paradox in his memoir Gathering Evidence :Whatever is communicated can only be falsehood and falsification; hence it is only falsehoods and falsifications that are communicated. The aspiration for truth, like every other aspiration, is the quickest way to arrive at falsehoods and falsifications with regard to any state of affairs. And

Two authors always make me laugh out loud on my own: Céline and Bernhard. A wise reader can easily understand that prizes don't always combine with a great regard for literature and art, but Bernhard is so funny while showing us once more the world is nothing short of a pathetic whorehouse that I wouldn't mind breaking one of my golden rules and go to one of the prize ceremonies just to talk to him. Hilarious.

More like a 3.5 stars. This book is a good introduction to Bernhard and his prose. I chuckled a lot at his deadpan style of narrating why he took a certain prize and other notes, and thought this was a delightful and easy read.

A minor work of Bernhard's but it still contains his usual pillorying of just about everyone and everything he encounters, and of course the individuals and bodies and institutions that deign him fit to receive these illustrious prizes he doesn't respect are not spared. Hilarious!He takes solace in the moollah he pockets and the nice trips he gets to take with his old Aunty to the destinations of the different awards. The three award winning speeches printed at the end are pretty hilarious as is

It's a shame and a pity that Thomas Bernhard died before the notoriously slow Nobel Committee could make him a Nobel Laureate. Not necessarily because the prize has prestige, and Bernhard is one of the most worthy candidates in the German-speaking sphere, but because he would have created such a brilliant report on the ridiculous ceremony and its bonfire of vanities. He would have been able to buy all kinds of cars and houses and clothes for the prize money, and he would have been able to stare

That dipshit Jean-Paul Sartre actually declined the Nobel Prize for Literature in 1964no doubt for some ostensibly high-minded reason. ('It is not the same thing if I sign Jean-Paul Sartre or if I sign Jean-Paul Sartre, Nobel Prize winner. A writer must refuse to allow himself to be transformed into an institution, even if it takes place in the most honorable form.' Okay, Jeanny Boy. Sure. But how is one 'transformed' by being the first and, at that time, only Nobel Laureate to refuse the prize?