The torrents of negation that wash through this Thomas Bernhard novel are initially refreshing, yet run the risk of ultimately turning the book into a dead thing. What saves Old Masters from that fate are the flashes of affirmation, some even tender, that sparkle through the showers of bile. In a paradoxical way, this technique reveals Bernhard not as a curmudgeon but an arch sentimentalist.
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