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Ingeborg Bachmann

Malina

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Now a New Directions book, the legendary novel that is “equal to the best of Virginia Woolf and Samuel Beckett” (New York Times Book Review)
In Malina, originally published in German in 1971, Ingeborg Bachmann invites the reader into a world stretched to the very limits of language. An unnamed narrator, a writer in Vienna, is torn between two men: viewed, through the tilting prism of obsession, she travels further into her own madness, anxiety, and genius. Malina explores love, “deathstyles,” the roots of fascism, and passion.
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348 afgedrukte pagina’s
Oorspronkelijke uitgave
2019
Jaar van uitgave
2019
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    Because dinner is all ready, I’ve put on makeup and combed my hair. “For it is futile to try to feign indifference concerning inquiries whose object cannot be indifferent to human nature.”
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    For if Ivan should no longer belong to me, the way I belong to him, then he will one day exist in some normal life, which will make him become quite normal, he will no longer be celebrated, but maybe Ivan doesn’t want anything other than his simple life, and I have only complicated a piece of his life with my silent stares, my flagrantly bad playing, my confessions constructed out of fragmented phrases.
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    I’m staring at the wall, which is showing a crack, it must be an old crack that now is gently spreading because I keep staring at it. It’s late enough, I could get a chance to make a phone call, and I pick up the phone and want to say, are you already asleep? Then it occurs to me just in time that I’d really have to ask, are you already awake? But today it’s too hard for me to say good morning, and I quietly
    replace the receiver, I can feel the scent so distinctly with my whole face, so strongly that I think I’m buried in Ivan’s shoulder, in that indispensable scent I call cinnamon, the scent which always sustained me, which staved off all drowsiness, the only scent that let me breathe more easily. The wall doesn’t yield, it doesn’t want to give in, but I will force the wall to open along this crack. If Ivan doesn’t call me at once, if he never calls me again, if he doesn’t call until Monday, what will I do then?

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