Really wanted to nail this in one sitting, but still managed it in two, wow!, this still retains it's power to shock all these years later, disturbing and even funny, Sabato features possibly the most chilling ending I have come across to date.
Narrated by an artist in jail (that being Juan Pablo Castel)
who practically goes about stalking a woman named Maria after he spots her eying one of his canvases in a gallery.
From this moment on he forces his way into her life, learning she has a blind husband, and exlovers drives him deranged with jealous envy.
A perverse effect of the candour in Castel's retrospective account is that it almost makes you forget he's a murderer, believing this is an ordinary man, just telling a story.
It wasn't always uncomfortable, and has some darkly humorous moments throughout.
T Just as Opaque the Second Time Round

In The Tunnel, Ernesto Sabato has a mysogonistic, puerile, obsessive, apparently psychopathic murderer tell the reader his every thought about a folie a deux with his victim and its rationale.
My first time through The Tunnel left me bewildered.
Of what literary rather than ideological merit is this work? For whose edification or amusement is it meant? My original conclusion: It’s a difficult book to be interested in much less like.


But I picked up on a hint by another GR reader and found that Sabato was a scientist before he was a writer and had incorporated quantum physics in The Tunnel as a sort of hidden metaphor.
Indeed there is a short book by Halpern and Carpenter which outlines the way in which the metaphor is meant to work at key points in the book (books, I'd a few options The Tunnel, Beauty and Sadness, and Requiem: A hallucination, I chose The Tunnel, for from excerpts of the book, it occurred to be an existential tale of an account of relationship of an artistJuan Pablo Castel with Maria Iribarne whom he murdered, I was listening to Shine on your crazy DiamondbyPink Floyd, the starting linesIt should be sufficient to say that I am Juan Pablo Castel, the painter who killed Maria Iribarne.
I imagine that the trial is still in everyone's mind and that no further information about myself is necessary with the music of Pink Floyd were creating enthralling atmosphere which caught me off guard to observe that how effortlessly the author h You know I was going to review this book but then it occurred to me that I would never know if you have read my review.
I mean yes, I do get likes but suppose people are liking them without reading them.
Of course, why would anyone do that? Two possibilities seem to suggest themselves – either they want to make a fool of me by making me keep writing reviews that no one reads or to distract me from something.
Of course, that in itself calls for a mass conspiracy because so many people from so many countries will be liking my reviews – unless of course, it is one person with many fake accounts.
Now that I think about it the possibility seems very real…

….
The above is how our protagoni If you want to foreground a sociopathmisogyniststalker's sense of urban isolation and alienation against a woman's prolonged emotional and physical abuse at the hands of the same person and call it existentialist literature, your choice.
Just don't expect me to appreciate it.
↠´ El túnel à The Tunnel by Sabato, inspired by Dostoevsky and Kafka, is not just an intriguing novel but also an important existential classic.
It cannot be totally denied that there are some similarities between Castel of this novel and Meursault from
The Stranger but Castel is not too nihilistic in his views.
The heart of Castel might have been frozen, but there was a drop or two of lovejust enough to feed the birds.


Solitude is often thought of as something selfwarranted.
Sometimes, even a man who built his own fortress of solitude from which he can watch and sn What I learned from this novel is that if you look intensely and soulfully at a painting in a gallery and the artist himself happens to see you doing it and conceives the notion that you and only you alone have perceived the true great meaning of this work you might find yourself cajoled, inveigled, drawn in, stalked obsessively, obsessed over night and day, belittled, berated, bewildered, bamboozled, brutalised and finally stabbed and killed in a blizzard of male rage in just exactly the same way these ghastly things are done in any old vulgar sex crime you might see on Forensic Files or in the pages of your local tabloid, and so the moral is clear : if out of the corner of your eye you do see the famous artist looking at you looking, you should beat it out of there as fast as your little feet can carry you and don’t look back until you’re back behind doublelocked doors,




Sabato’s The Tunnel (1948) resembles Camus’ The Stranger (1942), for both are spare, short novels featuring murdererprotagonists as first person narrators, men who are profoundly alienated not only from their societies but also from any meaningful personal relationship.
But the two protagonists are very different from each other too.
Camus’ hero Meursault, a shipping clerk, is an unimaginative man alienated from his own emotions; Sabato’s hero Castel, a wellknown painter, experiences his emotions intensely but projects them all onto a woman, the only woman—he believes—who can ever fully understand him.
Meursault’s alienation leads to a murder of indifference, Sabato’s to a murder of obsession.


The reader watches in growing frustration and horror as Castel poisons what might have been a brie El túnel = The Tunnel, Ernesto Sábato
The Tunnel is a dark, psychological novel, written by Argentine writer Ernesto Sabato, about a deranged traditional painting technique, Juan Pablo Castel, and his obsession with a woman.
The story's title refers to the symbol for Castel's emotional and physical isolation from society, which becomes increasingly apparent as Castel proceeds to tell from his jail cell the series of events that enabled him to murder the only person capable of understanding him.
Marked by its existential themes, The Tunnel received enthusiastic support from Albert Camus and Graham Greene following its publication in 1948.

تاریخ نخستین خوانش: روز بیست و هشتم ماه آوریل سال 2008 میلادی
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