"One sleeps, the other watches, this is the way of the world"
Two women - a dream of common happiness in the country - a love. One is dead, the other left.
After the death of Ina lives Via, the narrator, in the moment, trying to take care of the joint bar, sits on a folding chair in the cemetery - attempts to find Ina. The sorrow is deep-seated - rigid and dark. But not via frozen - one day when she goes to the village, everyone, they respond to stone - and Via is left alone. Alone in a village that she can not leave. Until one day she found tire tracks, a truck, someone who takes her into the world out there.
The background story is quickly told - and it raises many questions. Is that what happens in the village, real, or just a reflection of vias mourning? A projection of inner feelings to the outside - a desire for solitude - or the embodiment their worst nightmare? Surreal does this story to me - and this is reflected also in Claudia Klischat language. She invents unknown word pictures, set structure - beautiful and yet strange. A language that flows once easy, once hard to himself wavers - to give a complete picture - a picture of loss.
"stand-up a table between us
or a chair or standing
we take a closer
unquestionably least saw
us on our feet"
Ina and Bea have had a relationship, the no label gets nobody needs to understand be. It is characterized by love - from addiction - but also blind spots - who was the other really? There were only two - and if one is still, for others the world are.
Hardcover: 156 pages, published by Beck, September 2010.
ISBN: 978-3406605420
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