Unrecounted (New Directions Paperbook) - Tapa dura

Think of Sebald as memory's Einstein.--Richard Eder

The images...set up a mysterious dialogue with the text, rather like the photos Sebald inserted into his novels.--Adam Kirsch

A totally original book of poems...haunting, profound, nonsensical, surreal--at moments even painful.

The drawings along with Sebald's text play with serious themes in a European tradition that has all but vanished.--George Porcari

The magic of W. G. Sebald's incandescent body of work continues to unfold, with this unexpected collaboration.--Susan Sontag

Now this poem of gazes has become a memorial, a bequeathal...this legacy of his has the density of epitaphs.--Andrea Köhler

Unrecounted combines thirty-three of what W. G. Sebald called his "micropoems"—miniatures as unclassifiable as all of his works—with thirty-three exquisitely exact lithographs by one of his oldest friends, the acclaimed artist Jan Peter Tripp.

The lithographs portray, with stunning precision, pairs of eyes—the eyes of Beckett, Borges, Proust Jasper Johns, Francis Bacon, Tripp, Sebald, Sebald's dog Maurice. Brief as haiku, the poems are epiphanic and anti-narrative. What the author calls "time lost, the pain of remembering, and the figure of death" here find a small home. The art and poems do not explain one another, but rather engage in a kind of dialogue. "The longer I look at the pictures of Jan Peter Tripp," Sebald comments in his essay, "the better I understand that behind the illusions of the surface, a dread-inspiring depth is concealed. It is the metaphysical lining of reality, so to speak."