The Lime Works

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OriginaltitleDas Kalkwerk
TranslatorSophie Wilkins
CoverartistKurt A. Vargo
The Lime Works
First US edition
AuthorThomas Bernhard
Original titleDas Kalkwerk
TranslatorSophie Wilkins
Cover artistKurt A. Vargo
LanguageGerman
Genrenovel
PublisherAlfred A. Knopf, a Borzoi Book
Publication date
1973
Publication placeAustria
Media typePrint (Hardback & Paperback)
Pages241 pp
ISBN978-0-394-47926-2 (and 9780226043975 University of Chicago Press Phoenix Fiction edition 1986)
OCLC677316
833/.9/14
LC ClassPZ4.B5248 Li PT2662.E7

The Lime Works is a novel by Thomas Bernhard, first published in German in 1970. It is a complex surrealist work, where the creativity and resourcefulness of a destructive personality is marshalled against itself in a nightmarish narration.

The story opens with a description of a woman’s brains scattered across the floor of an abandoned lime works, and a half-frozen man crouching on the ground nearby, covered in manure.[1][2][3][4][5]

From this first grotesque scene, Bernhard begins his story, a compelling tale of two people insidiously bound to each other, told through a hypnotic wave of voices – the people of the small Austrian town nearby (Sicking),[6] the officials, the salesmen, the chimney sweeps, the local gossips, the couple themselves. The man, Konrad, is consumed with his work – a book that is to be both visionary and definitive, the ultimate treatise on the subject of hearing. His wife, a cripple, is the victim of his obsessive experiments: he whispers one phrase in her ear, over and over, hundreds of times, demanding from her impossible degrees of aural discrimination. She has no way of knowing, or no strength to tell herself, whether he is a deluded madman or a genius. For three decades, he has been waiting for the ideal moment, the perfect constellation of circumstances, to arise, so that he may begin writing down his conclusions.

But he never begins, and he is now an old man. We watch as he compulsively invites his own ruin. We feel him creep from one moment to the next, terrified of failure. Suppose he started writing and then caught a cold? Suppose he finished and his tome was judged worthless? Or his wife destroyed it? Even amidst the total isolation of the lime works, where they live, he is continually distracted. He hallucinates about prowlers. He hoards bits of food for dreaded visitors. And she torments him. He must feed her, read to her, bring her cider from the deep cellar (one glass at the time), maintain her voluminous correspondence with servants he has long ago forgotten, try on a mitten she has been knitting and unravelling for years, tend the earaches she develops from constant experiments... until the monotony and heartlessness of their life together shatters in a bloodbath.

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