By Martin Walser
Trans Leina Vennewitz
Martin Walser, one of many foremost literary figures in Germany at the present time, has written a singular of perception and humor, a piece that makes use of a standard and human scenario to painting a common clash; the problem of guy in sleek post-industrial society.
Walser's Lake Constance sequence continues--the issues (self-abasement, alienation, mystery pleasure, the comedian will) staying remarkably consistent as every one booklet varies the package deal. The protagonist this time is Franz Horn, a division head for a German denture producer who has noticeable his profession upward thrust, fall, then point out into nonentity. A failed suicide, he watches wryly because the similar path turns out to use to his leader rival, Horst Liszt, a more youthful guy whom Horn hates yet now additionally pities. the shape of address--Horn to Liszt--is ostensibly a letter of apology: the 2 have drunkenly fought whereas ready at a lakeside bar for a sail with the boss (who by no means indicates up). meanwhile, they've under the influence of alcohol an excessive amount of wine and let out loads of hostility. Horn's intricate, book-length letter starts being sorry yet abandons the pretense quick: it's a tua culpa, if something, steeped in resentment for outdated accidents (and Walser is impressive at this: how his characters make detailed, virtually microscopic references to humans and events the reader is completely in the dead of night approximately. . .and but how, during this reveal of human self-absorption, there's whatever mysteriously orienting. . .and funny). What's quick obvious is that Hem has famous the shared victimization by way of the boss of either himself and Liszt--which parlays into the touching existential comedy that's a trademark of those novels (Runaway Horse, The Swan Villa, the interior Man). P.S. after P.S. eventually has Horn admitting: ""The volume of my defeat is going past whatever i will be able to think. So I'm in luck."" one more very designated paintings of fiction via one of many world's best writers.
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E x cep t A rth u r and A n n em arie T hiele. A n d , o f course, y o u n g M aster Johannes. N o t that I’m reproachin g y o u , m y lord! W h atever one thinks about a person can be told to e v e ry b o d y except that person. H e w o u ld n ’t understand. H e has to be told w h at he w ants people to say about him . T h a t’s all he understands. N o one k n o w s that better than I: it is L aw N u m b e r O n e o f our social physics. B u t then, is it perm issible to w atch o n e self being stylized as the G reat Incorruptible O n e?
B efo re I com e to our A scensión D a y quarrel, let m e state that I w as certainly touched b y y o u r desire to m ake m e feel at h om e in the m agnificent city o f H am bu rg, to introduce m e to y o u r ve ry special N o rth . Y ou w ere alm ost bu rsting w ith suggestion s— to an extent that w as quite alarm ing in a person o f y o u r size. Y ou r th ro w in g m y w atch into the garbage can w as, so to 3 1 speak, m eant to express affection. You w anted to dem ónstrate, in one generous and sentim ental gesture, that the affection you w ere then sh o w in g me carne from a m an w h o w as m aster o f his senses.
Incidentally, he w as sorry. T h e day o f their r o w had been A scen sión D a y , a w e e k ago yesterday. A w e e k ago today he had w ritten the letter. N o reaction fro m Liszt. N o reaction at all! Incredible! T h e idea o f p hon in g him n o w is grotesque. Y ou should k ick y o u r se lf for even thinking o f it. For the first tim e it’s y o u r fault, in fact y o u adm it it readily, y o u ap o lo g ize— in all those years w h en he w as to blam e for the ro w s, he never, never, never apolog ized — and he d oesn ’t accept y o u r ap o lo g y .