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Original Title:	Pan
ISBN:	0141180676 (ISBN13: 9780141180670)
Edition Language:	English
Characters:	Thomas Glahn, Edvarda
Setting:	Norway

Pan

Knut Hamsun

Paperback | Pages: 181 pages

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Title	:	Pan
Author	:	Knut Hamsun
Book Format	:	Paperback
Book Edition	:	Anniversary Edition
Pages	:	Pages: 181 pages
Published	:	September 1st 1998 by Penguin Classics (first published January 1st 1894)
Categories	:	Fiction. Classics. European Literature. Scandinavian Literature. Literature

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I went into the café and sat down in the corner. I prefer to sit there. I took out my book and opened it. After a while, I looked up and saw that one of the waitresses was standing behind me. I realised she had been there for some time. She was a pretty brunette who looked about twenty. - Excuse me, I said. I didn't notice you. - That's okay, she replied and laughed. I didn't want to disturb you. What's that you've got there? - Pan, I said. By Knut Hamsun. - And you can read it? she said. What language is it in? - I suppose Norwegian, I said. Or maybe Danish. - You can't tell the difference? she said and raised her eyebrows. - I expressed myself badly, I said. They were almost the same language in 1894. At least in novels. - But you can read it? she asked again. - Quite easily, I said. If I guess a few words. It's very beautiful. He has a unique way of writing. I wanted to tell her more about Hamsun's style, but she interrupted me. - So what are you doing later today? she asked. - Finishing this book, I said. I like to read a lot. She was standing too close to me. I shifted my position and stretched out my hand, knocking over a glass of water. - I'm terribly sorry, I said. I was so embarrassed by my clumsiness that tears almost came into my eyes. - It doesn't matter, she told me. She fetched a rag and mopped up the mess I'd made. - Now what can I get you, she asked. A coffee? And I'll leave you alone with your book. - A latte, I said. A few minutes later, she came back. She put down the coffee on the table with exaggerated care. - You see, I'm not disturbing you, she said, and she patted my hand. I sat and tried to read Pan, but I was unable to concentrate. I drank my coffee slowly and tried to think how to explain the charm of the writing. I realised that I didn't even know the waitress's name. After a while, I walked over to the counter. She was talking with an older man who looked like her boss. - Coffee okay? she said. That's $4.10. I handed her a five. She gave back me the change. There was a little jar of coins in front of me with a sign saying BEER MONEY. I put my ninety cents in it. - Thanks, she smiled. - You know, I said, speaking a bit too quickly, I believe I can tell you what's special about Hamsun. - Who? she said. - The Norwegian who wrote the book I'm reading, I said. - Oh, right, she said. - It's the way he has of describing people, I explained. What they feel and what they see. You see, he can kind of-- - Sorry, she said. I'm in the middle of doing something with Mac here. Why don't you come back and tell me tomorrow? I suddenly hated her. She had only pretended to be interested. I reached into the jar and took back my ninety cents. Her face crumpled as though I'd just slapped her. I immediately regretted what I had done. - Oh, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, I said. I'm sorry. Please forgive me. Can you forgive me? - It's okay, she said after a few seconds. She tried to laugh, but I could see her boss staring at me. I left without saying goodbye.

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I recently reread this classic a few months back and it still amazes me. It's been called one of the first modernist novels and Hamsun is touted by respected writers like Paul Auster.

Loved this -- 4.33 stars. Like a cross between "Hunger" and the more serious/solid/steady Growth of the Soil. Unrealiable narrator in the northlands. One with nature. Loved descriptions of the moon and caterpillars. Super-clear dramatization of romantic tilt-a-whirl caused by trying to anticipate manipulative flipflopping of an attractive capricious lover. Loved the insane, surprising actions -- read them through the filter of Knausgaard's insane actions in My Struggle: Book Two: A Man in Love.

Pan, published in 1894 by the confounding Knut Hamsun, is my favorite of his early novels. These are intense, subjective, individualistic stories told within an aura of nature, mystery, love, beauty and conflicts. This love story is 188 pages in my edition, a mid-20th-century translation by James McFarlane, and to me it is irresistible despite the painfulness of all the crossed signals, contradictions, and rejections that happen along the way. Hamsun grew up in Nordland [pictured

I love three thing," I say. "I love a dream of love I once had, I love you, and I love this patch of earth.""And which do you love best?""The dream.

As if you needed to revisit it, friends, yet here it is: Hamsun's excruciatingly true-to-life depiction of the exaltation and despair of young love. In his later years, the novelist Anthony Burgess had a pat blurb for certain novels he liked. Of them he would say: "Almost unbearably moving!" That blurb applies perfectly to Pan. This novella is so emotionally affecting! It is so on the money! The reader goes through the entire exhausting emotional cycle here. From initial lusting, to growing

Pan is the book that made me understand why Bukowski, Fante, et al revered Knut Hamsun. I don't have the background necessary for pinning Mr. H. on the literary timeline, but I can see, I think, why he's such an important link in the chain.Pan's narrator is a weird, isolative woodsman with fewer social skills than...than me, even. He extols the joy of his solitude but locks horns, socially and romantically, with a couple town girls. Hamsun's portrayal of the narrator's progression through the

Hamsun's Hunger was a book of transcendent weirdness, and I read it at the exact right time-- I was winding down a summer of abject poverty, living in a rundown Minneapolis apartment building routinely tagged by the local Crips, failing to sell anything I'd written, and not eating. Knut would have been proud.And Pan is in the same vein-- it's also a story of a loner wandering through a surreal landscape-- although rather than the dockyards of Oslo, our "hero" is in the forest. Think "Into the