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4/23/10

Irmtraud Morgner - A contemporary Cervantes who combines political satire with feminist-inspired romance and baroque narrative modes

Irmtraud Morgner, The Life and Adventures of Trobadora Beatrice as Chronicled by her Minstrel Laura, Trans. by Jeanette Clausen (University of Nebraska Press, 2000)

"Set in the German Democratic Republic of the early 1970s, The Life and Adventures of Trobadora Beatrice—a landmark novel now translated into English for the first time—is a highly entertaining adventure story as well as a feminist critique of GDR socialism, science, history, and aesthetic theory.
In May 1968, after an eight-hundred-year sleep, Beatrice awakens in her Provence château. Looking for work, she makes her way to Paris in the aftermath of the student uprisings, then to the GDR (recommended to her as the “promised land for women”), where she meets Laura Salman, socialist trolley driver, writer, and single mother, who becomes her minstrel and alter ego. Their exploits—Beatrice on a quest to find the unicorn, Laura on maternity leave in Berlin—often require black-magic interventions by the Beautiful Melusine, who is half dragon and half woman.
Creating a montage of genres and text types, including documentary material, poems, fairy tales, interviews, letters, newspaper reports, theoretical texts, excerpts from earlier books of her own, pieces by other writers, and parodies of typical GDR genres, Irmtraud Morgner attempts to write women into history and retell our great myths from a feminist perspective."

"A first English translation of a very unusual novel, originally published in 1974, combines political satire with feminist-inspired romance in a demanding fictional potpourri whose German author (1933-90) may really have been a contemporary Cervantes.... The tale of Beatrice's journey (also Dantesque) through a modern inferno and purgatory, marriages and affairs, artistic endeavors and political infatuations and adventures is brilliantly amplified by Morgner's use of mythic archetypes.... [and] detailed allusions to postwar German history and culture.... Literary antecedents and all, this is a one-of-a-kind novel: richly imagined, more than a little forbidding, preternaturally astute, altogether unforgettable."— Kirkus Reviews

"It presents a magnificent blend of fantasy, realism, history, myths, and fairy tales woven around the woman troubadour Beatrice de Dia... Clausen is to be applauded for taking on the challenge of translating this multifarious work. Her readable translation and extensive glossary provide English readers with a unique example of GDR literature. Recommended for general and academic readers." — Choice

"Irmtraud Morgner's Leben und Abenteuer... has rightly been called the most important novel to reflect on issues of women's emancipation in the GDR. Its fantasy plays and collage elements are part of the message, skillfully balancing a fundamental affirmation of socialist principles, as proclaimed by the GDR state, with frank irritations caused by the male chauvinist praxis of everyday life in the republic of workers and peasants." - Peter Demetz

"Irmtraud Morgner's choice of baroque narrative modes, already indicated in the title of her highly entertaining book about the extraordinary character of a female troubadour, was a successful move for the author in many respects. On one hand it gave her the distance she needed to tackle the ideologically loaded issue of the seemingly eternal battle of the sexes in a free and unrestrained manner; on the other she was able truly to give full expression to her artistic temperament, her predilection for imaginative, creative combinatorial analysis, involving her characters in profound allegorical games without any great psychological depth. Beatriz de Dia is a troubadour from ancient Provence, who uses a Sleeping Beauty trick to end her first life in 1200, in order to begin a new life some eight centuries later. She is such an ideally suited character for the main role in Morgner's literary projects that she is resurrected once again in a later book - as the siren in the 'witches novel' Amanda, the second volume of a trilogy whose final volume never appeared because the author became ill with cancer and died. top All women struggling for the right to determine their own personal development find their great spiritual forebear in Beatriz: in her time she turned her back on the "ocean of masculine egotism", hoping to awake from the sleep bridging the ages at a stage beyond the power structures of matriarchy and patriarchy. But because her castle Almaciz in Provence stands in the path of a new motorway she is woken early, just at the time of the uprisings in May 1968. She soon realises the world still falls far short of her emancipatory ideal - even that 'promised land' the GDR, where she finds her minstrel Laura. She takes the place of Beatriz at the round table after Beatriz herself has a fatal accident when cleaning the windows." - Gerhardt Csejka

"Surprisingly little East German literature (i.e. the literature of the short-lived German Democratic Republic) has been translated into English. There have been a few nods to a few names - most notably Christa Wolf, but also Christoph Hein and Heiner Müller - but most remain inaccessible. Authors that can hardly be found include leading lights such as Volker Braun, Brigitte Reimann, and Karl Mickel, but among the most grievous of omissions has long been that of the brilliant Irmtraud Morgner. Finally, Morgner's work - at least her masterpiece - has been made accessible to an English-speaking audience, a quarter of a century after its (East) German publication.
The Life and Adventures of Trobadora Beatrice... is a major novel, a modern masterpiece, a book that ranks as significant as any written in the 1970s. It is among the handful of best novels to come out of East Germany (and, though English-speaking audiences seem not to be aware of it, some damn fine novels came out of (or perhaps stayed in) East Germany). It is one of the best novels that could be called "feminist", and one of the best that could be called "socialist", and it easily transcends these limiting ideological labels. It is a fantasy and a fugue, a fairy-tale and contemporary political novel. It is - a rarity in these times - a work of literature.
The central characters are Beatrice and Laura, sharing the inspiring names familiar from Dante and Petrarch. Trobadora Beatrice de Dia is an historical figure, a twelfth-century French countess about whom practically nothing is known. Morgner appropriates the historical figure, transporting her from the twelfth-century to May, 1968 by means of an artificial and prolonged slumber. Waking up in modernity, in turbulent times, Beatrice makes her way to Paris, her troubadouric talents helping her adjust. In Paris Beatrice meets Uwe Parnitzke, an East German journalist, who describes his homeland as a "Promised Land" of equality and social(ist) ideals. Beatrice is convinced and buys a train ticket for Berlin (East).
Laura Salman is a trolley driver in Berlin. Her first husband happened to be Uwe Parnitzke - and just as Uwe wasn't the best person for Beatrice to run into, neither was he the best for Laura. Eventually Laura and Beatrice's paths cross, and Beatrice offers Laura the position of her minstrel. Laura - "who couldn't imagine exactly what a minstrel was" - is not immediately won over.
Beatrice takes to literally generating poetry, Laura gives birth to a son (Wesselin). Eventually Laura does become Beatrice's minstrel. Beatrice and Laura try to sell a novel to one of the state publishing houses (the venerable Aufbau Verlag, which was also the publisher of this novel), and Beatrice becomes an increasingly important literary figure (getting elected to PEN, among other things). She travels to Yugoslavia and Italy, while Laura handles things in East Germany. Beatrice returns, and Laura marries for a second time. Eventually Beatrice dies.
In fact, the novel is a much more complex tangle of tangents than any summary could suggest. There are seven intermezzi, each of which are described as "wherein the reader learns what the Beautiful Melusine copied from Irmtraud Morgner's novel Rumba for an Autumn". (This is a novel that Morgner wrote in 1964 but was not allowed to publish.) These are longer episodes, stories within the story. The bulk of the novel consists of over a hundred often very short chapters. Most are devoted to the main strands of the story, following first Beatrice and then Laura, but there are many asides. Among them are: transcripts of interviews between Irmtraud Morgner and Laura, various other stories, tales, personal asides and descriptions, letters, laudations.
In marvelous little sketches Morgner captures the political situation and the hopes and absurdities to be found in East Germany at the time.
Many of the issues deal specifically with women's rights (though Morgner generally also addresses the broader implications of these issues, offering more than a simple feminist critique). So, for example, abortion, legalized March 10, 1972 in the GDR:
The news prompted Laura to take off her clothes and stand in front of the mirror for a while, taking stock of her no longer state-controlled assets.
It is only after this law has been passed that Beatrice again returns from abroad, and that Laura gets married again. A whole chapter -- six pages -- is devoted to (and titled) "excerpts from that memorable speech by Dr.Ludwig Mecklinger, Minister of Health Services of the German Democratic Republic, in which he justified the law on termination of pregnancy".
Morgner is aware of the danger of being stamped as being too feminist, and tongue in cheek she offers, early on, a chapter titled: "Wherein Irmtraud Morgner tries by means of a solemn oath to persuade certain male readers to keep on reading". The oath should not be required -- Morgner writes engagingly enough that the focus on so-called women's issues should deter no one -- but Morgner swears that "Beatrice de Dia was a woman who matched today's ideal of beauty completely", just to keep the leering men eager and interested.
The book begins: "Of course this country is a land of miracles" - meaning the GDR. It is a phrase repeated several times, and miracles do abound - from Beatrice's long slumber to the day-to-day "miracles" of the socialist state. Morgner writes with a sharp tongue, unsparing but never cruel. She points out all the flaws of the system, and still has hopes for it.
There are a fill of stories in this novel - always entertaining, often funny, sometimes sad. It fits together beautifully, a marvelous vision. Highly recommended.
The translation is solid, though occasionally awkward, reading a bit stilted. This is certainly also due to Morgner's original, in which a variety of styles are invoked. Jeanette Clausen has done quite well, though perhaps not entirely well enough.
There are numerous mentions of East German-specific acronyms, terms, and figures in the novel. The Glossary that is provided seems adequate to explain these to those unfamiliar with them." - The Complete Review

"Beatrice has slept for more than eight hundred years, in an attempt to escape "the medieval world of men". With highway construction about to demolish her castle, she awakes in Provence in May 1968, to find things are not as she had envisaged. After a sojourn in Paris, she moves to the German Democratic Republic, "a land of miracles". Employment prospects for female troubadours are not good, but she obtains work first operating a poetry generator and then as a writer — and convinces Laura, a writer turned trolley-driver, to become her minstrel. Aided by the magic of her sister-in-law the Beautiful Melusine, who is half-human and half-dragon, Beatrice travels around Italy hunting a unicorn, before returning to help Laura raise her baby son. Meanwhile Melusinian magic has helped Laura find a suitably enlightened lover.
The Life and Adventures of Trobadora Beatrice... presents a unique East German socialist magical realism, perhaps a magical social realism. The structure is innovative and the content challenging, and Morgner has an unusual style, making extensive use of sentence fragments and long paragraphs. But none of that hinders enjoyment: Morgner is genuinely witty, intelligently funny, and highly entertaining.
Trobadora Beatrice is a montage novel, with many parts only loosely connected to the central story. The long "intermezzos" are portions of an earlier novel by Morgner (about Laura's husbands and their parents) and the "books" are made up of short chapters, many of which are pieces in their own right, some taken from other sources — poems, industrial "production-line" reports, and travelogues, along with science writings (on physics, artificial intelligence, nutrition, gerontology) and political speeches and announcements (on abortion, the Vietnam War). A sampling of book and chapter titles will give something of a feel for this:
"Flight on a dragon's back", followed by "Trobadora Beatrice's self-criticism above the Luther city, Wittenberg"
"Love legend by Laura Salman, which Beatrice de Dia passes off as her own work to thirteen male and seven female employees of the Berlin S-Bahn"
"Wherein the reader learns what the Beautiful Melusine copied from Irmtraud Morgner's novel Rumba for an Autumn into her 35th Melusinian book in 1964"
"The excerpts read by Beatrice from the communique from the Armed Liberation Forces of South Vietnam about the great victories of the offensive during the month of 30 March to 1 May
1972"
It is as if Morgner had taken all her unpublished works, along with whatever other documents happened to be around at the time, and built a novel around them. That may not sound like either the recipe or the ingredients for great literature, but in this case it works superbly. The montage provides variety and changes in pacing, but doesn't endanger the coherence of the work (though a list of major characters at the beginning is helpful in following connections). And it allows Morgner to juxtapose different genres and to approach ideas from several directions: fantastic metaphors, indirect references, and allusions sit next to blunt statement, scientific prose, and political announcements.
Trobadora Beatrice is a feminist novel: it is about women and their relationships with one another, with men, with their children and parents, and with the state, society, housework, and history. It is also a reflexive novel, about writing, the relationship between writers (or perhaps different aspects of the individual writer), socialist aesthetics, and the creative process. And it is a political novel, grounded (fantastic elements notwithstanding) in the politics and history of East Germany, and to a lesser extent of France. (Trobadora Beatrice was a bestseller in the GDR, but one wonders how it passed the censors, since it's not always clear which parts are intended as parody.) For outsiders it offers fascinating windows onto East German social history; this translation comes with a glossary of terminology which they may find obscure. If it is chock-full of ideas, however, Trobadora Beatrice remains first and foremost a novel, centred on people." - Danny Yee

"Of course this country is a land of miracles," Irmtraud Morgner begins her novel, explaining in a short introduction how she came into possession of the manuscript that relates the extended life and unlikely adventures of Trobadora Beatrice de Dia. Laura Salman, the trobadora's modern-day minstrel, foists it on Morgner shortly after Beatrice's death: "the whole world on five pounds of paper", Laura promises, eager to unload the weight that has become too much for her. Morgner tries to explain that "writers don't buy manuscripts, because they can produce their own", but Laura's insistent desperation causes her to relent. She signs over her budget for the month and gets pretty much what she bargained for.
The city where the transaction occurs is Berlin, the land of miracles East Germany. Irmtraud Morgner's 1974 novel, The Life and Adventures of Trobadora Beatrice... is one of the most remarkable works to have come out of the short-lived German Democratic Republic (GDR). Widely praised, the novel was a bestseller in both East and West Germany (where it was published in 1976) and is still in print, a popular modern classic. Now, a quarter of a century after it was written (and a decade after the fall of the Berlin Wall), it is finally also available in English.
It was always only a selective sliver of Eastern European literature that was translated into English during the time of the Cold War. Samizdat and dissident were the key words, Poland and Czechoslovakia the main areas of interest to American audiences. East Germany was in a unique position, the linguistic connection to a large block of the West - Austria, Switzerland, and, of course, the Federal Republic - giving GDR writers an audience that was not as readily accessible to those from the other Warsaw Pact nations. A large number of titles by GDR authors were published both in the East and the West. Some authors - Christa Wolf, Christoph Hein, Sarah Kirsch, and Jurek Becker, among others - were all also extensively translated. A far larger number, though familiar to western German-speaking audiences, have remained inaccessible to American and English readers, their work generally only available piecemeal if at all, in anthologies or journals. Among them are Volker Braun, Karl Mickel, Brigitte Reimann - and Irmtraud Morgner. Stunningly, the publication of Trobadora Beatrice is the first of any of Morgner's novels in English.
Politics certainly played a role. While authors such as Braun, Mickel, and Morgner were not apologists for the regime and often found themselves at odds with it they continued to profess a firm conviction in Marxist ideals. The dense, purposeful poetry and drama of Braun and Mickel could (feebly) be deemed to defy translation. Surprisingly, the expansive, rich prose of Morgner's wildly imaginative later novels was dismissed almost as easily. Interest in her work in the English-speaking world remained marginal, even after she toured a number of American college campuses (with Helga Schütz) in 1984. In Europe Morgner was considered a pioneering and leading figure of the new feminist literature. Her work found widespread acceptance, especially in West Germany. (After 1969 all her books were published there within a year or two of their East German publication.) Interestingly, her books were also not published in the Soviet Union - because "her erotic scenes were considered pornographic", Jeanette Clausen and Silke von der Emde write in their introduction to this novel.
Irmtraud Morgner was born in 1933, in what was then (and is now) Chemnitz - renamed Karl-Marx-Stadt in the GDR. After studying literature at the University of Leipzig Morgner began her career as an assistant editor for the literary journal Neue deutsche Literatur. She went on to publish three novels between 1959 and 1964. Like Brigitte Reimann's early work - or Christa Wolf's first novel, Moskauer Novelle (Moscow Novella) - these fit the expectations of literary production in the GDR at the time, an approximation of the ideal of socialist realism. Earnest and not without ambition, they were fairly simplistic. The art of the novels was decidedly secondary in importance. Morgner aspired to more in her next effort, Rumba auf einen Herbst (Rumba for an Autumn). It was scheduled to appear in 1966, but permission to publish was withdrawn. Despite this rejection Morgner did not entirely abandon the text, incorporating much of it into the seven intermezzos in The Life and Adventures of Trobadora Beatrice.
The 1968 novel Hochzeit in Konstantinopel (Wedding in Constantinople) was her first greater success (and also marked her international breakthrough when it was published in West Germany in 1969). The body of work after that suggests in its titles and subtitles Morgner's increasingly playful approach - as well as certain recurring elements: Gauklerlegende: Eine Spielfrauengeschichte (Juggler's legend: A story of women minstrels, 1970), Die wundersamen Reisen Gustavs des Weltfahrers: Lügenhafter Roman mit Kommentaren (The wondrous journeys of Gustav the world traveler: Mendacious novel with commentaries, 1972), The Life and Adventures of Trobadora Beatrice, and Amanda: Ein Hexenroman (Amanda: A witch novel, 1983 ).
After her initial socialist realist experiments Irmtraud Morgner's work did not clearly fit communist expectations. Nevertheless, with the exception of Rumba auf einen Herbst, she was able to publish relatively freely and she continued willingly to work within the constraints of the system.
Morgner was married twice, first to Joachim Schreck (with whom she had a son in 1967), and then to noted poet and author Paul Wiens. Wiens, a respected member of the old guard with close ties to the regime, was among the few prominent cultural figures not to oppose Wolf Biermann's expatriation in 1976. It was later revealed that he had long been an informant for the Stasi (the GDR state security service); he and Morgner divorced in 1977.
Morgner herself received approbation from the regime: she was awarded the GDR-National Prize for Literature, the highest state honor, and in 1977 she was selected to the board of the Writers' Union, an appointment that also implies the government's dubious approval. She was also awarded the prestigious Heinrich-Mann Prize in 1975 (previous winners included Heiner Müller, Christa Wolf, Peter Weiss, and Jurek Becker; Volker Braun and Christoph Hein would go on to win it later).
Morgner was among the more privileged writers in the GDR, allowed to publish in the West and able to travel extensively. She visited France and the Soviet Union with Paul Wiens, and later traveled to numerous other countries, including West Germany and the United States. In 1987-88 she was a visiting professor at the University of Zurich. She suffered from cancer in her last years, and died in 1990.
The Life and Adventures of Trobadora Beatrice was the first volume of a planned trilogy. Beatrice de Dia, who dies at the end of the novel, is resurrected in Amanda (1983), which also continues Laura Salman's story. Morgner died before she could complete the final volume of the trilogy, though a version of it was published as Das heroische Testament (The heroic testament) in 1998.
The focal points of The Life and Adventures are Beatrice de Dia, a troubadour who bought her way out of her own medieval times, and (East) Berlin trolley car driver Laura Salman. The book orbits in its odd ellipses around these two inspiringly named women; clusters of other characters - lovers, husbands, diverse divorced pairings, the Beautiful Melusine, Persephone and Demeter, and Irmtraud Morgner herself among them - also figure prominently in the novel. The clash of fairy tale world and workers' state is not as fiery as the basic premise might suggest: Morgner's complex of tales is fanciful, but effect is found in unexpected places.
Thirteen books, over a hundred and fifty chapters, follow the main threads of the story. The seven intermezzos, material that "the Beautiful Melusine copied from Irmtraud Morgner's novel Rumba for an Autumn" into her own Melusinian books, present chapters from several of the characters' lives, a decade or so earlier. These are useful introductions, longer sections presenting background and complementary materials in a somewhat more conventional form.
The book is an intricate montage novel, and the rapid-fire succession of chapters can be dizzying. The connections between the chapters and various storylines are not always immediately evident, and even the elaborate chapter-headings and the "structural plan" (the table of contents at the end of the book) do not greatly simplify the task of unraveling the novel. Chapters range from utterly fantastical fictions to verbatim records to imagined interviews and articles from well-known publications. Among the chapters are ones in which Hadean stories are interspersed in a monograph on animate matter and nutrition, an excerpt from Krupskaya's memoirs and one from an East German sex manual, a provisional appraisal of the Vietnam war as prepared by a member of the Stockholm Institute for International Affairs (SIPRI), an imagined interview with the publisher of the Melusinian books in the West German weekly Der Spiegel (which, in turn, includes an extended quote from GDR author Peter Hacks), a passage from Aleksandra Kollontai's diary, and Volker Braun's Song of Communism (with the memorable opening lines "Someday, and it will be soon, / The rivers will flow uphill").
Morgner, the Beautiful Melusine (copying the works of Morgner and others), Laura, Beatrice, and others are all presented as the authors of specific chapters. Voices and points of view shift, meld, and separate throughout the novel. Morgner also invokes the iconic figure of Bertolt Brecht, referred to here only as "the famous poet B.", in support of some of her theses and her approach. Brecht, who spent his last years in East Germany (albeit as an Austrian citizen, with the neutral passport always in reserve), notoriously incorporated the work of friends, colleagues, and lovers into his own, generally without properly crediting them. Even though he took advantage of the women in his circle, he at least recognized their talents, and Morgner expresses her admiration in her backhanded compliment (in a passage that is attributed to the editor in chief of Brecht's publishers, Aufbau Verlag):
In contrast to most of his colleagues, he acquired not domesticated women but brilliant ones. Whom he put to work for him. Producing ideas and plans is a pleasure; carrying plans out is hard work. Thus the oeuvre of the famous poet, who surely did not have more ideas or plans than other great poets, turned out to be astonishingly extensive. He also had female collaborators who provided material for the production of ideas. And incidentally, he stole like a genius.
Authorship is often difficult to attribute in Trobadora Beatrice, and numerous characters (notably the Beautiful Melusine) present the work of others as their own. Even some of Beatrice's stories are actually written by Laura.
Morgner explains the qualities of the montage novel when she has Laura offer such a work, to be - at least nominally - written by Beatrice, to the venerable Aufbau Verlag (who were also the publishers of Morgner's book). The editor in chief protests that what Laura proposes "is no novel but a collection of stories" (which don't sell well). Laura insists that she is offering "the novel form of the future".
Writing is "a daily, life-essential activity" for Beatrice. Laura explains that the form she adopts is the one that comes naturally to her, indeed the only possible one:
For Beatrice, writing is an experimental process. Short prose is compressed air, in concentrated and very intense form. Apart from temperament, short prose is in keeping with a normal woman's life rhythm, which is socially and not biologically conditioned and constantly diverted by the interruptions of household responsibilities. Lack of time and unforseeable interruptions force her to quick drafts without leisurely fine-tuning. I can go either full speed ahead or not at all.
The last sentence is not an excuse, only a weary admission - the slip from third to first person (which the editor catches) underlining the tired confession of the author.
The novel does move full speed ahead, beginning with the Beatrice's impatient leap into modernity. Beatrice de Dia is based on an historical figure, a twelfth-century French contessa about whom practically nothing is known. Morgner uses the blank slate of part of a name (de Dia) and a few lines of poetry ascribed to the trobadora to create a figure for her purposes. Morgner's choice fell on this contessa rather than a better-known figure (or a completely fictitious one) because de Dia is emblematic of the weak legacy of women artists in patriarchal societies. There are hints of her talents in the few poems that have survived, but she was unable to make her mark, either in her own times or after. Never taken particularly seriously, it is almost impossible to judge her now. By literally bringing the trobadora into the twentieth century Morgner provides her with another opportunity to prove her worth.
(Significantly Morgner, in her introductory Resolutions, written after Beatrice's death, tells Laura Salman that she is "sorry that word of her deceased friend's fame hadn't reached me", calling all the fantastic episodes that come after - in fact the whole novel - into question. Morgner's ignorance suggests that Beatrice's larger than life modern adventures and fame and influence also vanished traceless, that they were ultimately as illusory as anything the historic contessa de Dia might have done.)
Unappreciated as a woman and artist in her time Beatrice seeks to escape the "medieval world of men". Persephone obliges: in exchange for the promise of future service she offers Beatrice 810 years of sleep. Beatrice is awakened slightly prematurely, after only 808 years, when a French building crew wants to blast her long-obscured château out of the way in order to build a highway. The year is 1968, the month May: unrest of every sort is in the air.
Beatrice's adventures in modern times neatly cover a five-year span. While parts of the novel -- in particular the reflective intermezzos - include scenes and background from earlier times the French elections of May, 1968 (won by the "reactionaries") and those of March, 1973 (in which the left-wing parties markedly improved their showing) essentially frame the novel. Beatrice wakes just before the elections in 1968, and she tumbles out a window to her death after the results of those of March, 1973 are announced. It is this political conflict that Morgner uses as a background to the novel, rather than any closer to home (such as the Prague Spring) - a safer but still unusual choice.
While she slept Beatrice was hypnopedically kept up to date with the goings-on in the world - and taught modern French - by her sister-in-law, Marie de Lusignan, known as the Beautiful Melusine. Still, she finds what she wakes to is not quite what she had expected or hoped for. Slowly making her way to Paris, befuddled by this modern world, she endures a series of humiliations, disappointments and unwelcome sexual advances.
Without funds, starving, and exhausted, Beatrice collapses outside of Lyon and spends seven weeks in hospital, completely missing the French elections that re-establish, more or less, the old order. For more than a year she then travels around France, trying to establish an identity and earn a bit of money. By the summer of 1969 she is walking the streets, and in the fall she settles down and marries one of her clients, a grocer. The simple life is a relief, but not enough for the curious Beatrice. She falls in love with a member of the Red May commune, begins reading Lenin and Marx, and enrolls in a German course at the Society for Friendship France-GDR. It is there that she is first introduced to the visiting East German journalist Uwe Parnitzke. He tells her about the Promised Land he comes from, where there are equal opportunities for all, and invites her, giving her both his address and that of his ex-wife, Laura Salman. Beatrice is eager to go. What truly convinces her is the fact that he has been divorced twice: "What a country it must be, thought Beatrice, in which a man like this is rejected twice."
It is only in Book Four that Beatrice finally arrives in the GDR - the Promised Land and land of miracles, where women supposedly enjoy complete equality. Asked for the reason for her journey at the border crossing she says: "To settle in paradise", an answer that meets with predictable suspicion. Allowed to enter the first person Beatrice addresses, a woman in uniform, immediately turns and runs away - and then throws up. Though she is not identified in that chapter the woman turns out to be Laura Salman, suffering from morning sickness.
Beatrice expects the socialist paradise to provide her with the opportunity to work, but finds that female troubadours are not in great demand. Fobbed off on a circus where there is "no position for a powerful woman with a good imagination" she is soon the subject of a letter published in the local Karl-Marx-Stadt newspaper protesting "the disparaging misuse of a progressive woman's name". The letter is signed Laura Salman. The incident, seemingly straightforward, is a typical example of Morgner's carefully structured satire. The letter -- a barely exaggerated example of such published censures - is amusing because of its style and because, unknown to the author, it is the real Beatrice de Dia that is being denounced as a fraud. Only incidentally is it then revealed that Laura had not even seen the circus act in question, or written the letter: a student penned it, and signed Laura's name (with her permission) because the student "believed a proletarian voice would carry more weight". Additionally, Beatrice is moved to a traditional communist self-criticism by the letter - which she recites while flying on a dragon's back (that of Melusine) over Wittenberg, the city where Luther set the Reformation in motion.
Beatrice and Laura are finally united in Berlin, marking the beginning of a close friendship and working relationship. Beatrice tries all manner of literary production, beginning with the most mechanical: she has a poetry generator built to her specifications. (Morgner dutifully prints out a selection of the resulting work - in Morse code.) Both this and her later, more inspired efforts are generally resounding successes. Beatrice is inducted into PEN, and also brings her art to the people, presenting her work to assemblies of workers at readings. She eventually even attempts three "Bitterfeld fruits", stories meant to fit the ideals of the Bitterfeld Weg, the cultural policy that unsuccessfully tried to bring the proletarian experience and the production of art closer together in the GDR. (Beatrice's first experience with Bitterfeld - riding past it in a train - comes in one of Morgner's most overt criticisms of cultural policy: "after the Bitterfeld stop, overpowering odors had penetrated the train", giving Beatrice a headache.)
Trobadora Beatrice is almost continuously on the move. She settles down briefly - in Paris, and later in Berlin - but most of her time is spent traveling and seeking. Though the East German scenes dominate, Beatrice herself actually spends less than half of the five years between waking and her death in the GDR. It takes her nearly two years to reach the promised land, and by January 1, 1971 she is off again, embarking on a quest in search of the mythical unicorn, the one species still absent from the land of miracles - and one whose discovery could reshape the convictions of the entire nation. The novel, however, remains centered in East Germany, with Laura. Word of Beatrice's adventures comes only through telegrams, letters, and reports delivered to Laura by messengers such as Aspasia and Tamara Bunke (a German confederate of Che Guevara's, killed in Bolivia in 1967). Among the places Beatrice visits are Odessa, Los Angeles, Calcutta, Zagreb, Genoa, Rome, and Venice.
Political issues are selectively addressed. Whereas the situation in France is accorded great significance, Morgner chooses to say practically nothing about the domestic situations in either the United States or the Soviet Union, despite briefly sending Beatrice to both. Events such as the moon landing are also conspicuously absent from the book (Beatrice is working as a prostitute in Paris at that time). Vietnam plays a larger role, and Morgner presents several documentary chapters addressing aspects of the war. An early one is an interview of an East German scientist, discussing the American use of Agent Orange in Vietnam, a later one offers excerpts "from the communiqué from the Armed Liberation Forces of South Vietnam about the great victories of the offensive during the month of 30 March to 1 May 1972".
East German politics are also only lightly touched upon. Besides cultural policies abortion is the one major exception. Passage of the law on termination of pregnancy in March, 1972, legalizing abortion, is an emphatic turning point in the novel. Morgner goes so far as to include some six pages of excerpts from a speech by the GDR Minister of Health Services justifying the law to the People's Chamber, historic words worthy of a place in her fiction. It is also a few days after the law is passed that Beatrice finally returns from her lengthy sojourn abroad, and that Laura finally marries again. Without specifically tying these events to the newly won right Morgner clearly implies that it is an momentous step towards achieving equality and that it has made the GDR a better place for women.
Laura's reaction to the news starkly and simply suggests the significance of the moment:
The news prompted Laura to take off her clothes and stand in front of the mirror for a while, taking stock of her no longer state-controlled assets.
Women's rights and the role of women in society are central concerns throughout the novel. While Beatrice was lost in her slumber Persephone and later the Beautiful Melusine worked on reinstating ancient matriarchal conditions. Beatrice chooses a third way, "which was to be neither patriarchal nor matriarchal but human". The search for such equality is a driving force behind almost all of her actions.
The difficulties women face in the modern world - in the GDR and elsewhere - are presented both through the actual experiences of Beatrice and Laura as well as through other examples. Morgner makes clear that it is not only nominal rights but also prevailing attitudes that are of significance. When Beatrice asks Laura to commission a canso Laura can't find any women to take the job (Sarah Kirsch is too busy). She turns to male poets, and they are asked a simple question to determine whether they are fit for the undertaking:
What would you do if you woke up as a woman one day ? Ten of the eleven men asked reacted with embarrassed silence, revulsion, shock; one of them was actually revolted by the idea, as if it were comparable to Gregor Samsa's transformation into an insect.
In an interview with a Soviet physicist who is also a chess champion the Beautiful Melusine is told that no woman has achieved greatness in chess "because a woman is absolutely incapable of fanaticism". Children and the demands of childcare do not permit a fanaticizing of the intellect, he says. He also acknowledges that if he took over some of the care of his own children from his wife - "if not only she had equal rights, but I did too" as Morgner cleverly puts it - he would be nowhere near as good a chess player as he is now. The physicist also suggests that a change in the world order could be extremely positive:
If women, freed from their sociologically determined burdens, were to obstruct and foil the work of research, a new way of thinking could accrue to science. Intellectual fanaticism has produced outstanding scientific and artistic results. Intellectual realism could produce results that would be no less outstanding. Of a different kind. It is a virtue for which we lack the vision, for the time being. The vision determined by material interests. Morality can trigger secondary changes, but not fundamental ones.
This is a daring mode of thought - "absolutely selflessly sensible" the Beautiful Melusine calls it - but the physicist also realistically admits that he does not practice what he preaches.
Morgner's descriptions of motherhood are powerful, and Laura's affection for her son Wesselin is particularly moving. Nevertheless, children are always a burden, a responsibility left almost entirely to women. In the introductory scene, where Laura tries to give Morgner the manuscript, each woman has a child hanging on her hand. The toddlers cannot be ignored, regardless of the action around them. A watchful eye must always be kept on them, and there are no men around willing or able to take charge.
Laura and Beatrice are strong women, but not idealized characters. They are faced with numerous personal and professional difficulties and are not always able to resolve these. More than a decade before Beatrice's arrival Laura had a child with Uwe Parnitzke. Their daughter died in infancy, in 1958, and while no one seems to blame her outright, all (including Laura herself) see the death as a failure on her part. Not surprisingly, she and Uwe divorced the next year. Laura does then become a strong mother figure, after the birth of Wesselin, but the circumstances around her are very different by that time. Independent- and equality-minded Beatrice has influenced her - and there is no husband (who would come with his own demands and needs) on the scene.
On the other hand the persevering Beatrice, who can cope with almost all situations, finds herself completely out of her depth when charged with taking care of Laura's baby, leading her to desperately beg for otherworldly assistance for what are the most mundane of problems. But, while Beatrice may be incompetent, her lover at the time is of no help either - and he takes the easier out, literally fleeing the scene.
Morgner is aware of the danger of being pegged as a feminist writer and alienating male readers, even though she has Beatrice strive for equality and not for matriarchal dominance. She mixes humor and rational argument in making her case, and is not above appealing to the baser instincts of some of her readers: early on there is a chapter titled "Wherein Irmtraud Morgner tries by means of a solemn oath to persuade certain male readers to keep on reading", in which she swears that Beatrice "matched today's ideal of beauty completely" and even gives her enticing measurements (36-24-35).
Trobadora Beatrice is a large, seemingly complex book. Characters are mutable, miracles - of both the supernatural and the far more mundane East German sort - fairly commonplace. Freely using myth (ancient Greek as much as modern Marxist) and history, the books is resolutely modern. Morgner's outlook is consistently cosmopolitan and progressive, and she freely acknowledges the faults and failures of East German society (and, more generally, Western civilization) at that time. Despite the many (and sometimes overwhelming) disappointments in that Promised Land Morgner still saw great promise there. Trobadora Beatrice suggested some of the necessary fundamental changes in attitude that its author believed were necessary to achieve a better society.
In Trobadora Beatrice Morgner also presents a literary experiment that is both art and entertainment. Despite her leanings, and the political cast of the novel, Trobadora Beatrice is neither a feminist nor a Marxist screed. Morgner was an extremely able writer, and Trobadora Beatrice is both written well and deftly constructed. There is adventure here, and romance, and lots of sharp and sometimes bitter irony, as well as slapstick. There are a fill of stories in this novel, and they are exciting, clever, and poignant. Many of these can easily stand on their own, but Morgner has made even more out of them in artfully weaving them together.
In justifying the montage novel she offers to the publishers Laura says:
A mosaic is more than the sum of its stones. In the composition they have a strange effect with and against each other under the eye of the viewer. Reading should be creative work: pleasure.
With The Life and Adventures of Trobadora Beatrice Irmtraud Morgner has arranged her stones - many of them gems in their own right - to stunning effect. The book is thought-provoking, challenging, humorous, and outrageous. It is entertaining throughout. Reading it is creative work, and a great pleasure.
Jeanette Clausen's translation is generally solid. The English version adequately captures the shifts in tone and varied narrative voices that Morgner employs, and it reads consistently well. Certain lines defy translation, though little harm is done with Clausen's faithful rendering. When the exotic foreigner Beatrice arrives in Berlin and two men she is scrutinizing address her, "asking a figure that the trobadora took to be a train number", the reference is surely too oblique to be understood: the number is certainly 6 - "sechs" in German, pronounced very much like "sex".
Occasionally, Clausen's choices can be questioned. In the original the significant opening line reads: "Natürlich ist das Land ein Ort des Wunderbaren." Clausen's version - "Of course this country is a land of miracles" - is not entirely accurate. "A place of wondrous things" (or "wonderful things") is closer to Morgner's meaning. Elsewhere Morgner uses the German word "Wunder", and Clausen translates this (correctly) as "miracle" as well, making it impossible for readers of the English version to differentiate between the two concepts.
Clausen glosses many of the acronyms and unfamiliar terms in the text itself, with a minimum of disruption to the story. A glossary is also provided at the end of the novel, giving information about some of the individuals, events, and concepts in the book. The glossary is useful but not entirely adequate, and more annotations would have been welcome. Figures such as Peter Hacks and Gräfin Dönhoff, though only receiving brief mentions in the novel, are among the many that should be described in the explanatory notes and are not. The annotations themselves are also not always satisfactory: to say that Paul Wiens was "married to Irmtraud Morgner for some years" and not even hint at which years these were is not especially helpful.
"Of course this country is a land of miracles", Morgner begins the novel, and she closes it with almost exactly the same words. The GDR may have been a flawed and ultimately a failed political experiment, but small and lasting miracles were possible even there. Morgner's work -- The Life and Adventures of Trobadora Beatrice in particular -- can be counted among them." - Elizabeth Morier

"If the East German writer Irmtraud Morgner had not existed, it would take a leap of imagination almost as bold as those which typify her literature to invent her. Little in her family background or the narrow ideology of her GDR environment encouraged the often surreal, always iconoclastic novels that she produced over a thirty-year period until her untimely death from cancer in May 1990.
Born in Chemnitz, Saxony, in 1933, Morgner lived all her life in the GDR. Her relationship with communism was of profound importance for her career. An initial belief that the socialist ideal could be realised - and that it was her duty as a writer to help achieve this - ceded painfully to a recognition that the ideal had been perverted beyond repair. Her writing mirrors this trajectory and looks increasingly askance at twentieth-century civilisation and its discontents. In her last interview, in 1990, Morgner said that her home had been in literature.
Her dark good looks, flamboyant dress, guttural laugh and provocative tone made Morgner a striking presence on the East Berlin literary scene. Her novels were equally eccentric: satirically grotesque rather than merely critical; wilfully oblique rather than confessional; sexually liberated but laced with tristesse. They demand attention to detail, sensitivity to allusion, and open-mindedness to cultural reference. But the uniqueness of Morgner is that her novels are buoyed up by a brilliant wit, and feature unlikely departures and improbable dénouements. They invoke myth, legend, fairy tale, and expose their conventions. They muddle chronology, bend the laws of physics, and deflate pomposity with earthy obscenity. The reader gets Foucault and phantasmagoria, Marx and metamorphoses, Descartes and double entendres.
Morgner's novels are full of the fantastical impossibilities which literary fiction can indulge: trains become boats pulled by sea-horse power (Die wundersamen Reisen Gustavs des Weltfahrers, 1972); medieval poets are raised from the dead (Leben und Abenteuer der Trobadora Beatriz nach Zeugnissen ihrer Spielfrau Laura, 1974), witches are conjured up (Amanda. Ein Hexenroman, 1983) and puppets brought to life to wreak havoc in the East German provinces (Gauklerlegende. Eine Spielfraungeschichte, 1970). The aim is to shake the reader out of the complacency of received 'wisdoms' so as to see the world anew. All means are permitted in these dramatic meditations on power, gender, desire and disenchantment, which home in on the individual's attempts to find existential orientation.
True to Morgner's aversion to dogma, no one of her novels is quite like another. Her most subtly lyrical work, the minimalist Gauklerlegende, contains barely 1000 lines of text over 100 pages. It stands at the opposite end of the spectrum to the voluminous Beatriz - a montage novel - and Amanda, both of which stretch to more than 650 pages. Hochzeit in Konstantinopel (1968) fuses a holiday diary on the Dalmatian coast with a series of beguiling short texts set in an imaginary no-man's land, whilst Rumba auf einen Herbst (completed 1965, published 1992) uses interludes featuring Persephone and Orpheus to divide four successively narrated but simultaneously occurring days-in-the-life of four inter-connected, emotionally displaced East Germans. Although Morgner's sympathies were with the oppressed of both genders, foremost amongst her concerns were the manifold restrictions impeding women's self-realisation. In Beatriz and Amanda, she confronted the issue with a millennial breadth of vision and a rhetorical and theoretical panache to match its epochal importance.
The daughter of a train driver, Morgner grew up in a household without books. At the age of twelve she chanced upon a copy of Goethe's Faust and was hooked. She studied Germanistik at Leipzig University, then moved in 1956 with her husband, the writer Joachim Schreck, to East Berlin. She gave birth to a son in 1967, but divorced Schreck in 1970 when she married the GDR poet and writer Paul Wiens. After the reunification of Germany, Wiens was revealed to have been one of the East German Stasi's top 'unofficial collaborators' in the literary field - so good he was even 'loaned' to the KGB. Morgner herself had discovered the truth of his double life somewhat earlier: files in the Berlin Gauck Authority - which also contain letters received by Morgner which Wiens handed to his Stasi officer - now reveal the real reason why she divorced him so suddenly in 1977.
It is a shocking story of the infiltration of the state into the most intimate spheres of life: Morgner's marriage to Wiens literally brought home the system's corruption. In Amanda Morgner used allegory to respond to a betrayal of which she did not dare speak openly and to address the complexities of collaboration and resistance - the unhappy progeny of the GDR's 'real existing socialism'. As a result, she fell ever more under the watchful eye of the Stasi.
Morgner was awarded the GDR National Prize for Literature in 1978 - presumably a 'reward' for choosing to remain in the GDR while numerous of her colleagues were emigrating westwards and denigrating their erstwhile home. It was a tightrope walk between extra-literary quietism and literary subversion that Morgner performed throughout her career. Sceptical of posturing and speechifying, she wanted her books to do the talking.
State censorship meant that this was not always possible. Morgner's third novel, Rumba, was banned in 1965; the avant-garde late 1960s novels which followed were subject to delays and minimal print-runs; she battled for two years for permission to publish Amanda. Morgner's career in the GDR was an improbable victory against the odds. It took a heavy toll in terms of her health.
Morgner was a prominent writer in the GDR and was fęted by West German feminists. But how is it possible that her name is absent from the rollcall of celebrated German writers of the late twentieth century? It is perhaps a legacy of the unwritten, but pervasive, rules of Cold War literary engagement, which frequently rewarded outspoken political allegiances ahead of the subtleties of art. Morgner, notably, did not stylise herself as a 'dissident'. However, the time has now come to re-assess her reputation and to understand that her literary ambition reached far beyond the logic of superpower one-upmanship. That Morgner, for all her seriousness, found support in humour and irony will facilitate her appeal to an English-speaking readership. Their acquaintance with this scandalously overlooked writer is long overdue." - Geoff Westgate

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3/26/10

Piotr Szewc – Story about a day in the life of a town: it is beyond reality, both metaphysical and mystical, like a biblical canticle

Piotr Szewc, Annihilation, Trans. by Ewa Hryniewicz-Yarbrough (Dalkey Archive Press, 1993)

"Like Dylan Thomas's Under Milk Wood, Annihilation is about a day in the life of a town - in this case, a Polish-Jewish town shortly before World War II. The reader participates in the life of the town instant by instant - from the moment when the local courtesan pours the contents of her chamber pot out her open window up to the moment when the city policemen return to night duty. For the narrator, every object, every person and event belongs to the world he strives to save from impending annihilation: the landscape of beer drops left on a counter, the dance of the Hasidim before the Town Hall, the taste of mint drops in an attorney's mouth. As the minutes on the Town Hall's clock measure the day's passing, and as this day's passing brings the town one day closer to its historical annihilation, a Book of the Day writes itself, preserving the town in memory against the ravages of time and history. Already a success in Poland and in translation in France, Germany, and Italy, Piotr Szewc's novel has been compared to the novels of Proust and to the paintings of Chagall."

"Though the story takes place during the 1930s, we feel the future on every page, or rather the absence of a future. If the author works assiduously and with an engaging simplicity to chronicle 12 hours, only 12 hours in the life of this small city, it is because he knows, and we know, that is has already been annihilated substantially if not totally. The parks and the buildings are perhaps still there, but not the Jews, engulfed in the shadows.
It feels like an album by Roman Vishniak: a series of photographs annotated by an author who sees clearly and knows where to look and what to keep. When he does not know, he admits it. And he proceeds to another person, another fate.
Men and women, children and adults, Jews and Christians, some dreamlike, others nightmarish: Capturing them in his 'camera,' or incorporating them into his memory, and into his reader's, the author offers to eternity what we can only hope to find in a few lucky encounters... He knows, Szewc knows, that life is made up not of years but of instants. So he collects them and welcomes them between two blinks, between two sighs, between two regrets. He knows, and so do we, that the city in his story no longer exists." -
Elie Wiesel

"Annihilation... is one of the most extraordinary, tremblingly beautiful and chilling novels I have ever read... The author has managed a miracle of enshrining not only every moment of this day, but of recreating, like jewels, each dust mote, each pop of bubble in the nearby stream, and every whir of the pigeons that fly above. Szewc's writing resembles the sharp perceptivity of Proust and the bizarre but lifelike gamboling of Chagallian scenes... Annihilation is a sob choked in the throat of all who remember." - Jewish Currents

"This homage is neither nostalgic nor anecdotal. By capturing the fugitive, it is beyond reality, both metaphysical and mystical, like a biblical canticle." - Quotidien de Paris

"[Szewc's] aim here is to make a story like a sharply etched grainy photograph of all the minor actions and events that make up ordinary life in an ordinary day. To see, he says, to remember, to record scrupulously, to follow what disappears, not to miss anything... He captures all of this, amazing to do it in a hundred pages or so. He hasn't missed a thing." - Alan Cheuse

"Nearly bereft of dialogue, this daring, beautifully understated experimental novel recreates a single day in the life of a Polish-Jewish town doomed to be destroyed in the Holocaust. On this single day in 1934 nothing much happens: children play; a lawyer visits a prostitute; cheerful Hasidim dance in the streets; merchants, policeman and citizens go about their business. Although the Nazis are nowhere in sight, the townsfolk's premonitory dreams hint of disaster to come. In meticulously re-creating an ordinary day, the omniscient voice of the narrator consecrates the everyday reality of a world he wishes to save from annihilation. Seemingly trivial events--a Gypsy reading fortunes, a rooster's crowing--take on momentous import given the horrific foreknowledge that the town will one day be obliterated. The smooth translation conveys the elegiac tone and underlying tension of Polish novelist Szewc's jolting first novel." - Publishers Weekly

"Your home town is about to be annihilated. What would you save? What epitomizes this place that will soon be no more? Szewc's answer to these questions is an elegiac meditation that reconstructs individual moments in the life of his hometown, razed by Nazis years before his birth in 1961. The tastes, smells, and mundane activities of an ordinary day in a small eastern Polish town are preserved here for posterity. A single day is minutely and lovingly resurrected, all of its lost opportunities and inconsequential details savored. All life here is cherished and suspended, innocent and ignorant of the passage of time. This first English translation of a mesmerizing first novel published in Poland in 1987 is highly recommended for all who revel in poignant imagery." - Ruth M. Ross

"Told in the second person plural, Annihilation takes us on a one day tour of a small Polish-Jewish town just before the Second World War. We can move around at will — onto rooftops, from street to street around the town, and even, following memories, into the past — but are limited to an external perspective. We watch cloth merchant Hershe Baum and his family, woman of loose virtue Kazimiera M, a pair of policemen, attorney Walenty Danilowski, tavern-owner Rosenzweig, a group of visiting Hasidim, and gypsy woman Rosa. And every so often we stop to frame photographs.
The photographs are presumably among those Szewc had before him while writing Annihilation — the town it describes is based on the town he grew up in, but he was born in 1961 and must have relied on secondhand sources. Szewc also brings to his tour a photographer's feeling for light and space and perspective. The framework might not have sustained a longer work, but Annihilation is a striking and original short novel." - Danny Yee

"Annihilation is a day in the life of a village full of people who are all about to die. They don't know it, but of course we do, because the village is in Poland and the citizens are primarily Jewish. Piotr Szewc's novella captures the essence of place, time and memory; he avoids action completely and dialogue mostly, instead focusing on those meaningless moments of time that, when added up, constitute a life that was always assumed would be lived another way. Life tends to happen to us whether we will it or not, and Szewc understands this, devoting time to people getting ready in the morning, or idling by a puddle made from yesterday's rain, or sharing a quiet beer with a colleague at the end of a work shift.
The tone of Szewc's novella is set from the start, and holds up well over the course of the day. The narrator is a firm character, and while he does not possess any traits or qualities as such, he is very much in control of the text and where our “camera” will roam while observing the village. The narrator talks to us, asks us questions, and ponders mysteries. Szewc notes early on that “Data, documents, and credible explanations are unavailable.” He is referring to Persian butterflies, but the quote easily applies to the text as a whole – it is no accident this line comes halfway into the first paragraph of the novella. Because we cannot refer to data and documentation, then, we must instead rely on Szewc's languid roam from one area of the village to another. He wanders inside a house, out along on the street, up above the houses on to the rooftops, and a little ways outside the village where there are branching trees and cool streams.
The word camera above is apt, because Szewc often refers to the photographs he is 'taking' as the novella progresses. A particularly vivid scene will inspire the narrator to commit it to film, which usually then leads to a description of even greater detail:
We are at the edge of the market square, where Lwowska begins. One of us takes a picture. The photographer can shoot at will. Only the width of the lens curbs his freedom. The world is frozen for a fraction of a second. What do we see after the film is developed? Unnatural, somewhat grotesque figures of passersby and of a bicyclist. Two policemen are entering the tavern. The swinging door hasn't quite closed. Through the crack we see a raised hand holding a beer stein.
From here, the narrator examines each discrete portion of the photograph, exploring the history of the policemen and their beliefs about duty, wondering who is the owner of the raised hand, and so forth. Again and again the narrator will capture a scene as a photograph, and sometimes he will even consider photographing before, ultimately, discarding. There are hints (often quite explicit) that the narrator is in fact leafing through a photo album many years in the future, long after the annihilation of the title will occur.
But what is this annihilation? It is never stated outright, but of course the reader coming into the story knows what surely must happen. Szewc refers only rarely to the doom we both know will eventually occur, and this obliqueness adds to the poignancy of the images collected by the narrator. Early in the piece, the narrator comments that:
Those few minor events most likely will not influence future events universally considered most significant. The minor events will vanish in the turmoil surrounding more important events and will not be salvaged by memory or photographs. They belong to the past that isn't studied – they are question marks left by each successive generation. Like burned paper, they, together with similar facts and circumstances, will turn to dust scattered in time.
Szewc's primary characters throughout the novella are the town itself and the narrator. That said, there are touchstones characters and places we return to again and again. One such location is Rosenzweig's tavern, and it wouldn't be far off to say that all the characters essentially revolve around it, coming and going throughout the day. The Attorney Danilowski is another touchstone, and it is with him we spend a good chunk of the first half as he goes about his day. Another character we return to often is Kazimiera M, a sensual, lazy woman who enjoys admiring her body in mirrors, and who perhaps relies too heavily upon the favours of wealthy men about town.
I wrote, “as he goes about his day” above, when referring to Danilowski and what happens to him. It's true that that isn't much of an explanation, but that is really how Szewc's novella flows. The characters never do much, not really – or they do as much as you or I would do during an ordinary day from our lives. Which is to say, to summarise would be boring, to expand upon would create Annihilation, or something similar. Time, memory and place are very strong for each of the characters, but they are times, memories and places of their own, things that are important to them. Szewc shows us them, but he does not embellish or enhance. Each character's day is described with honesty, but the day itself is not special.
But a day that is not special can certainly be beautiful. Szewc writes well of ordinary moments, both those that deal with person to person interaction, and those that require simply that we possess five senses and are receptive to our surroundings. A good example of this is the following quote:
Blended with the hot steam, the smell of lavender wafts in the bathroom. In June, likewise, hot steam, blended with the smell of simultaneously blooming herbs and grasses, wafts through the meadow air. Because June comes only once a year, the warmed-up meadow vegetates recklessly, impetuously, with every leaf counting the pieces of sun that keep falling from the sky. The attorney likes the atmosphere in the bathroom, the sweat flowering in large drops on his skin. A tiny window at the level of his head is closed. Steam covers the windowpane.
Perhaps the best way to describe Annihilation is to consider the following: If you have ever watched a person – or even an animal die – then you will understand the intensity of Szewc's prose. There is a time, when a living being is dying, where they breathe out, slowly, very slowly, and it seems, for an extended moment that stretches and stretches, that they will never inhale. While you wait for what you so desperately want to see (the jagged sounds of ailed inhalation, the lungs expanding, the continuance, however brief, of life), the world loses its focus and becomes blurred, and all that matters is the breath inward. Szewc's prose is this moment, expanded out to one hundred pages. We all know that the waited-for inhalation never actually occurs – the Jews die – but we don't know which breath, exactly, or when. Szewc's scenes are maddening in their ordinariness, their smallness, as we wait for the axe to fall – but it never does.
Annihilation is that rare gem, a work of literature which takes a well-worn subject and finds a new way to approach it. Its menace lies in what is not said, and that which is not done within the confines of the pages. Everything that is really important – and again, it is critical that these people, and the village itself, remain unaware of their future – is off in the distance. But it is there. It is no accident that Szewc refers to a train heard from a distance in the last few pages of the novel. This image, brief amongst the rest, reinforces the dread of what will be. Szewc laments that, no matter how will a time and place is captured, there is always something missing, and that something is everything. All that can be done is one's best, and the implication at the end of the novel is that this is Szewc's best effort at capturing the truth of his small town before he was born, before the Holocaust." - Damian Kelleher

"In the second half of the twentieth century, the literature of the Holocaust developed a tradition of indirection, wherein attention shifted from the reality of the Holocaust to the reality of our cultural memory of it. Taking for granted the horrific factness of the event, novelists turned to something more immediate—the ways the Holocaust has shaped our sense of self, or the strategies by which humans continue to make sense of both the event and its repercussions. The great novels of this tradition of indirection, by authors such as W. G. Sebald, Thomas Bernhard, Georges Perec, and David Grossman, approach the past with particular attention to the mechanisms by which history comes to us—the changing structures of both official and personal memory—so as to bare history’s narrative devices, to expose its received ideas, and ultimately to understand the Holocaust as an irreconcilable presence rather than as mythic, unchanging, and remote.
Polish writer Piotr Szewc’s 1987 novel Annihilation is a small masterpiece of this tradition, not only for how indirect it is (it is set prior to World War II and does not mention the Holocaust by name at all), but also because the fictional world Szewc creates—a world of details, of small observations and whimsical asides—involves the reader in a different (non-narrative) type of historical accounting. In this way, the novel offers an alternative to the official narrative of events and causes by which the past most often comes to us. History, in the context of Annihilation, is revealed to be a story that is badly told, one that creates its own hierarchy of events and consequences then pretends that this hierarchy is not invented at all, but is, instead, reality. But reality—Annihilation seems to tell us—is everything that we experience. Sometimes beautiful, sometimes horrible, reality is always, if nothing else, utterly mundane. And it is in recognizing the particularity of this mundane experience that we do honor to it.
To all appearances, Annihilation is a very simple book, quiet and charming. Its most immediately remarkable aspect—the thing the reader notices right away—is that it is composed almost entirely of details. Set in 1934, it recreates, from morning to night, a single July day in a town modeled on the eastern Polish city of Zamosc, which prior to World War II was a center of Jewish culture. In 1942, Zamosc was declared the “First Resettlement Area” by the Germans, after which “ethnic cleansing” began and tens of thousands of the city’s inhabitants were either killed or shipped to extermination camps. What is surprising about Annihilation is that, with the exception of the title and some indirect foreshadowing, none of this destruction is found in its pages. The text itself, its surface, maintains a tone of tenderness and unhurried observation, concerned not with the future but only with its present ambition to “chronicle the events in the Book of the Day,” of which everyone and everything in the town is a part. Thus the novel’s ambition is not to create a narrative of events and causes (i.e., a history) but rather to perform a massive act of attention, to force the reader, through unabashed insistence on detail, to inhabit a present that is otherwise irretrievably past.
We might ask how a novel composed entirely of details, a novel with almost no plot, nonetheless maintains momentum, creates literary tension, and manages not only to avoid being boring, but to carry considerable emotional weight. In the case of Annihilation, the answer is not by being aggressively subversive: the fictional world Szewc offers is, on the surface at least, familiar and inviting, and more importantly, its readerly satisfactions are immediately available in a way usually associated with realist narrative. Szewc manages to provide this satisfaction by replacing standard devices of narrative (for example, plot) with what we might call devices of attention, which create and satisfy expectations of attention just as narrative works create and satisfy expectations of action. Acts of perception replace narrative action; details, in a sense, stand in for verbs.
This process starts from the first word of the book, which is an unusual use of the pronoun “we”:
We are on Listopadowa, the second street crossing Lwowska. In one of the tiny backyards close to the intersection, Mr. Hershe Baum is standing near the house and feeding pigeons perched on his arm. Here they are called Persian butterflies. Isn’t it a beautiful name? In all likelihood they were brought from Persia. But is that certain? We won’t be able to verify it. Data, documents, and credible explanations are unavailable.
This “we” proves extraordinarily slippery, involving the reader right away in a high level of intimacy—“we” share a single perspective throughout the book—but existing separately as well, a kind of tour guide of the imagination. The narrator occasionally makes reference to the future, to how “we” will look back upon this day, this town, but even these gestures are speculative, looking forward from the particular space and occasion of this past in which “we” exist as a surrogate character, a physical-yet-invisible presence, knowledgeable about the town’s inhabitants but unable to affect daily events. “We” can see into characters’ thoughts but cannot verify most factual information, and are vaguely aware of the future but not explicitly concerned with it. A typical line in Annihilation —“As our eyes follow the cart, the sun, reflected off a window that someone is opening, blinds us” —reinforces the reader’s position inside this shared perspective, which, though physically impossible, is nonetheless extraordinarily intimate, two consciousnesses sharing a single pair of eyes.
The intimacy of “we,” its conflation of the roles of reader, narrator, and character, allows it not only to provide the reader with details of the day—what any narrator could do—but also to ground the reader in the physicality of this town on this day by insisting on specific acts of attention, acts that “we” perform and are repeatedly made aware of as acts. The difference between the sentences “The sky is blue” and “Let us stop and look at the sky, which is blue,” for example, is the difference between an observation and an experience, between information and participation.
Moreover, when the narrator says, “Let us stop and look at the sky,” he also insists on the need for this action, that “we must not miss anything, even the clouds.” Nearly all the functional action in Annihilation is of this sort: explicit acts of attention, of framing perception, that belong to the reader/narrator, i.e., to “us.” There are also characters in the book, they walk places and do things, but in general the events of their lives are given no more importance than any other details of the day (the light reflected by a mirror, a child spitting out a piece of maggoty apple, pigeons landing on the brewery roof). Instead there is a flattening of experience: every aspect of life in the town is treated equally as a detail, and every detail, in turn, carries the immediacy of an action—an act of attention that implicates the reader and that carries “us” along.
In addition to creating a world that calls our attention to the beauty of particulars, Szewc continually reframes the reader’s experience of this world. “Our” role is always shifting: while in one sentence we are noticing the flight patterns of birds above the town, in the next we are analyzing the slipperiness of human perception—and then we are watching birds again. Szewc regularly digresses this way into psychological and philosophical, narrative and non-narrative spaces, including the characters’ pasts; the narrator’s reflections and speculations on memory, history, and time; and an ongoing series of mental “photographs” that imply a future perspective (“we” will look back upon the events of this day) that is nonetheless nowhere made palpable within the book. In such digressive moments, Annihilation performs a kind of juggling act with perspective, moving the reader subtly into and out of the book’s imaginative present without ever ostensibly “leaving” it. This accumulation of perspectives allows Szewc to create meaning on many levels at once, and to maintain a sense that what is happening inside the book is both apart from and connected to the world outside—the world of history but also the world of experience, the reader’s present.
The ongoing movement between the imaginative universe of the book and the world outside prepares the reader for Annihilation's central act of literary subterfuge, which is to evoke loss in and around a text that is itself concerned almost exclusively with the immediacy and presence of the world it has created. This is how Annihilation—this book-length act of attention—finally turns into a story of sorts, an elegy created by the juxtaposition of the vibrant world of the book and the horrific fact of the Holocaust. Although the town’s impending destruction is never named, there are images of doom woven throughout, unsettling the overall calm. The only direct reference to the town’s specific fate occurs on the final page, after the sun has gone down and the “Book of the Day” is ending:
The boxcars carry huge logs hewn in the forests of Zwierzyniec—a priority shipment to Lvov. The sparks flying over the cars vanish, die down, leaving not even a faint trace.
That trail of sparks, irretrievably vanishing in our eyes, will shoot up again many more times, though at another place, at another hour, over another train.
At this moment, it is as if a vacuum has been created by the book’s lack of plot, and history is pulled in to fill it, the Holocaust serving as the unwritten end of the book’s present. The imaginative world that we have come to care about suddenly becomes a thing of the past, of historical narrative, and we experience the weight of its loss, an actual displacement (when the reading stops) more immediate than any past-tense recounting of a historical event. The effect is devastating. The trick—for it is a kind of brilliant trick—is that we have not been reading about loss at all, but its opposite. We have not been focused on destruction but have been intimately involved in the creation of something beautiful and particular. Then the reading stops, and history rushes in." - Martin Riker

"If there was ever a story that could outshine a photograph, Annihilation is it. A whole series of photographs would tell fewer words, as the author, Piotr Szewc, shows us in his short but poignant first novel that illustrates one day in the life of a town, documenting life before its destruction. The town is modeled after his own hometown, Zamosc, an eastern Polish town, and is set shortly before the Holocaust, when both towns, real and imagined, faced annihilation. With this fact in mind, Szewc's tale is especially heart-rending, but it is his style and compassion that makes it so worth reading.
He uses several elements of what we might call "real life," such as the details and intricacies of nature; the sun as a universal measure of time; and an inexpressible metaphor of dream, art and imagination as metaphor for life. We discover that the statement that "nothing is happening" is easily disproved when one looks at, for example, one's footprints in the dewy grass and see how quickly they fade.
The novel is told as part of the Book of the Day, whose chapters attempt to chronicle every movement- every possibility, in fact- of one full day encountered by several people in the town of Zamosc. It takes the paradoxical point of view of an intimate stranger, invisible and able to change locations in the town at will, but still limited to an almost-human visual perspective, which is only widened beyond the town itself by climbing onto a rooftop.
We are also privilege to the thoughts and dreams of highlighted individuals, especially the attorney Danilowski. The author dips into the attorney's memory as a young boy frequently, and this is one of the best ways in which we see Time as a beautiful, horrific, ever-marching beast. (devil dogs, perhaps?) At each moment (note: at times it is minute by minute, others, one long extended moment in which many things happen simultaneously, and at other times several passing minutes that we cannot retrieve,) the important events that take place are documented.
To Szewc, this includes the pale ribbon of smoke rising from the Baum's chimney; the time it takes to suck one mint on the attorney's way to work, the possibilities surrounding Kazimiera M's evening activities. He tells us, "Those few minor events most likely will not influence future events universally considered significant... [They] will vanish in the turmoil... and will not be savaged by memory or photographs... we shouldn't ignore all these minor events that are occurring before our eyes."
As the reader, we act also as a photographer, taking pictures at will; these photographs omit crucial details, seemingly unimportant and soon forgotten. That is why we are here, to catch every minute of this day, to demonstrate how impenetrable Time is to our memories. They must be documented before this extraordinary (or ordinary? to whom?) town is annihilated; not only by the Nazis of course, but also by Time, which has a way of erasing such things.
Our glimpses into Danilowski's memories are a true gift then. He recalls himself as young Walek, during brutal winters in this same town, as well as tepid spring days to be explored as thoroughly as only a thirteen-year-old boy can. The surprising levels of detail in these memories contrast with the perceived dullness of his adult life (at least insofar as his career is concerned; we discover as the day ends that his amorous life is much more exciting.)
One of the most tender moments Szewc describes is Walek's curious examination of a blade of grass; "Descending to the sources, to the root (it's not a metaphor)... he can see where the life of life runs and how long it is... where the line of life will cross the line of death." (page 25). This is essential to the understanding of one's lifeline, which Walek studied so carefully, much the same way Roza, the Gypsy woman, reads the lifelines on palms of strangers for a few coins. How important these lines are! What a wonderful metaphor for natural life and its progression!
The same can be said of the meteorite that fell that night, "that trail of sparks, irretrievably vanishing in our eyes... like the sundust noticed by only one policeman, will vanish in our memory. For its own sake, our memories determine the hierarchies of what is or isn't worth remembering... Yet the pain is always the same because we have managed to save barely a fraction of events happening simultaneously."
Additionally, Szewc uses the sun to demarcate Time on this very special day. It is the overarching symbol of time in almost every culture; not just daily but regarding lifespan as well (why else would we refer to our waning lives as "the twilight years?") The first chapter of the Book of the Day mentions that the sun has been particularly bright the past few days. We follow the path of the hot July sun from east to west, and seem to hold our breath as we anticipate its peak. This sun is said to send sharp rays onto the pavement of the market square, leaving behind "sundust" (mostly) unseen to the human eye.
However, another sun rises over the town to match the other's ticking. At noon, the Town Hall dome with its clock, this second sun, shows us that the market square is the true Center, brilliantly white, just like the Center where the beginning and the end of the world take place. It seems that at any minute the second sun will burst into flames and roll down the streets into the market square, if one looks closely at the sun bouncing on the pond. In its reflection, everything seems to soar above the town, covered in fire. We wait for this by taking more photographs, recording more footsteps.
While we are taking pictures, Rosenzweig, the busy bartender exclaims, "Surely this day will never end!" We know for a fact that his is merely his perception. For Rosenzweig this day is not as pleasant as it is for our two policemen, or for the Baum's five children. It is only at sundown that he is able to rest, and ironically, that is when all pleasantries end for Officer Romanowicz and the Baum's oldest son. Clearly, events as insignificant as a goat wandering and a child being punished have a disproportionately large effect on the future of our beloved attorney and Kazimiera M.
However, it seems strange that Rosenzweig would make such a claim, considering he is privy to incredible secrets. First, he recognizes the possibilities: "from the sphere of probability, he throws in details and facts known only to him... What could have happened is as important as what did happen." (page 36). One of the secrets of this town is the presence of the Hasidim, who fade into the shadows of the Jewish Cemetery so completely that we can't be certain they were ever there at all.
"All the events we witness are certain and obvious, but the presence- and existence- of the Hasidim is and was uncertain... [like] the white steam sliding down the brewery roof." (page 74). We didn't document these things. We were not able to capture the steam or the singing of the Hasidim, and both were unknown to the tavern owner, who knew that "what we can't ascertain with our own eyes we should bring to life by the law of probability."
One last secret is contained within the painting on the wall of the tavern, apparently unnoticed by the patrons for years. The scene shows a small town that looks very similar to this one, especially because it is bathed in sunlight; in fact, the only difference seems to be the people soaring through the air. Wrapped in flames, they fly high above a fiery ball rolling down a narrow street. "The scene is like a snapshot from an improbable dream." (page 37). People who were beginning to leave the ground now soar among the others; the fiery ball crosses the market square; now it is rolling onto the floor and sending off sparks of light.
This is very important to the understanding of Time and its inevitability, as most dreams are. What does it mean for this town, which stands on the edge of annihilation? Szewc painstakingly records these details so that we might do the same in our own lives, because our lifelines may be short. We have no idea when we might encounter our own annihilation, and we all want to leave behind more than ambiguous photographs, incomplete stories of who we were; we want to smile lazily in the face of uncontrollable Time." - Stefanie Biancaniello