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About All My Cats
Product Description A literary master’s story about the aggravations and great joys of cats, from “a most sophisticated novelist, with a gusting humor and a hushed tenderness of detail” (Julian Barnes) In the autumn of 1965, flush with the unexpected success of his first published books, the Czech author Bohumil Hrabal bought a cottage in Kersko. From then until his death in 1997, he divided his time between Prague and his country retreat, where he wrote and tended to a community of feral cats. Over the years, his relationship to cats grew deeper and more complex, becoming a measure of the pressures, both private and public, that impinged on his life as a writer. All My Cats, written in 1983 after a serious car accident, is a confessional memoir, the chronicle of an author who becomes overwhelmed. As he is driven to the brink of madness by the dilemmas created by his indulgent love for the animals, there are episodes of intense brutality as he controls the feline population. Yet in the end, All My Cats is a book about Hrabal’s relationship to nature, about the unlikely sources of redemption that come to him unbidden, like a gift from the cosmos―and about love. Review “Though tinged with sadness, it is a sweet, and often funny story. The writing is wonderfully vivid, particularly in the descriptions of animals and nature, and the artful translation elegantly captures the lightness of Hrabal’s prose. Ultimately, this is a book about what happens when life becomes unsustainable―when pressures and frustrations build, and we cannot find happiness, despite flickering moments of content. But it is also about cats, and what it is like to love them.” - Asymptote “There are moments of exquisite tenderness and others of deep dread, and Hrabal leaps from one to the other withm―yes―feline agility.” - Natalia Holtzman, Los Angeles Review of Books “ All My Cats is a stunningly revealing, occasionally deranged exploration of self, with cat ownership the frame through which that exploration is presented, by one of postwar Europe’s greatest writers.” - Kevin O'Rourke, Michigan Quarterly Review “ All My Cats is both a simple tale about a man and his many pets, and a powerful metaphor. It’s a book that forces us to reckon with the idea that to be human and to be alive is also to be guilty and to suffer for it. This is a book about what one does when existence becomes untenable, and how guilt―as it gnaws relentlessly through us―must be carried for a lifetime.” - Lucy Scholes, Paris Review “This slender volume from novelist Hrabal (1914–1997), originally published in 1983, is an affecting meditation on the joys and occasional griefs of sharing his life with a large group of cats. While working in Prague during the week, Hrabal constantly worries about the animals that inhabit―and which he’s allowed to completely overrun―his country cottage, and only upon returning there for the weekend can he feel relieved. Should anything happen to him or his wife, he frets, “Who would feed the cats?” So when a new litter brings the cottage’s feline population over capacity, and Hrabal rashly decides to kill several kittens, readers will be shocked. That he can keep them on his side afterward―by persuasively showing himself as appalled at what he’s done―is a testament to his storytelling skills. ” - Publishers Weekly “Searingly frank and strangely moving, “All My Cats” is a welcome addition to a singular body of work.” - Malcolm Forbes, Star Tribune “"Hrabal’s memoir succeeds―with frightening lucidity―in its capacity to narrow the gap that separates his experiences from our own."” - Zach Davidson, The Brooklyn Rail “In the end, Hrabal's cats keep him alive...and Hrabal knows better than anyone that our animality is what makes us human.” - Becca Rothfeld, The New Yorker “Czechoslovakia's greatest writer.” - Milan Kundera “Hrabal is a spider of a writer: subtle and sly, patient, with invisible designs. He never proclaims ―he never needs to. H
