When the wall came down in 1989 and the twentieth century’s last great political ideology, Communism, appeared to lie in shambles for good, many people believed in the possibility of a new and harmonious order. German political leaders, giddy with the anticipation of soaring growth rates, painted glowing scenes of prosperity. Reunification, rebuilding in the East, a booming stock market, and a New Economy — all this dominated German thinking in the decade following 1989.
A very different picture presents itself at the beginning of the twenty-first century. The rosy dreams have vanished for the moment, the global political and economic situation has changed dramatically, at least since September 11, 2001. Especially in nation states worldwide, the present situation brings to light innumerable political and economic obstacles, omissions, misdirections, and wrong choices. Their social effects and ramifications for generations to come are only dimly visible to us today. Our image of the world is replete with catastrophes, from stock market crash to bombs over Baghdad, zoomed into our living rooms every evening. The handwriting on the wall that once struck fear in the tyrants of the well-known story now appears to each of us, displayed by the media as a 24-hour news report from all the world’s hot spots.
The author and filmmaker Alexander Kluge, born in Halberstadt in 1932, succeeds in many ways in translating this handwriting on the wall, these super-dimensional Mene Tekels, into artistic expressions. In the stories contained in his books, Kluge reduces the gigantic dimensions of global politics — simplified and drained of meaning in the unchanging images of statesmen shaking hands, parliamentary chambers, and stereotypical press releases — to the perspective of individual human experience. There his reader meets our world at eye level.
Kluge, the multimedia juggler, trained in church music and law, last fall’s recipient of the Büchner Prize, media theorist and university professor, producer and TV entrepreneur, is known to many through his twenty-three films and his nighttime television interview programs. With his insatiable spirit of discovery and collector’s passion, he searches the gaps and seams in the major political events of our time and their aftermath, looking for the details with potential for narrative.
Most recently, in the individual lives and stories of his fat, two-volume Chronicle of Feelings (2000), he told of the experiences and feelings by which we react to ages and epochs and their respective cracks and fissures. Into this chronicle’s 2,000 pages Kluge gathered the narrative texts he had so far produced, focused on a half-century of German history from 1945 to the present. Sometimes with laconic brevity, sometimes more expansively, he dealt primarily with the emotional undercurrents, with the quantities of feeling that operate in the depths of history and can only be made visible on the surface of single, momentary events and destinies.
What might sound top-heavy convinces the reader at the very first glance with its direct accessibility and its rich diversity of stories and biographies — part invented, part true, but in any case sure of their facts. A linear reading is no more necessary than taking in the whole book from first page to last. Browsing and stopping here and there to read a section, as one might while looking through the encyclopedia, is an entirely appropriate way to approach the work.
Now Alexander Kluge has produced the next stage of his grand project of a “narrative quantum physics” (thus the literary critic Manfred Schneider) with a new collection of some 500 stories, all written in the last three years. Borrowing format and method from the fateful-catastrophic mini-stories and tales in The Chronicle of Feelings, his narrative interest in The Gap Left by the Devil shifts from the subjective side to the “spirit world” of “objective facts,” as Kluge explains in his foreword.
In his “search for orientation,” the threatening structure of reality itself is thrust into the center; yet, as in the Chronicle , it can only form a momentarily static panorama in the kaleidoscope of countless little stories. Where can we find the “gaps in our cosmic systems, the cocoons we live in”? Thus Kluge indicates the route his investigation shall take “in the context of the new century” (the book’s subtitle). In the fully 1,000 pages which follow, he then lays out the storyteller’s polished results — arranged in a vast survey, bristling with headings and difficult to summarize.
Cued by signposts like “revolution,” “world war,” “Chernobyl,” “September 11,” “outer space,” “power,” and many more signaling just a few of the disparate but emphatically operative complexes in a seemingly opaque reality, Kluge’s stories follow the thread of these and similar Mene Tekels of the twentieth century. These pointedly crafted stories pay particular attention to the mysterious mechanism of events and the purposeful rationality inherent in them.
The first chapter, “Between Alive and Dead / What Is Meant by ‘Alive’?” clearly forms the nucleus in this gigantic cosmos, encircled by all the stories in the other eight major sections. Kluge’s associative powers, his rich stock of found and invented items, and an interest seeming to reach back in every thematic direction, appear at first glance to follow no system. Underground connections — like those between the meaning of nacreous luster, an afternoon with Maria Callas, the dog Laika, Hitler’s most fortunate journey, building a railway in Baghdad in 1941, inexplicable reactions in sandstone layers, certain astrophysical effects, the sinking of the Kursk, Walter Benjamin’s favorite films, or Heinrich von Kleist’s Würzburg journey — are revealed only gradually in the course of its reading.
What might look like a compendium of random stories about God and the world (or better: God and the devil’s workings in the world), sometimes invented, sometimes true, sometimes both in combination, reveals itself more and more clearly as an indefatigable geographer’s mapping — a geographer trying, as it were, to pace off an immeasurable world of experiences, alert to each curious rise in the ground, each peculiarity in the terrain, and sketching them in on his map. Now of course, the entire world cannot be depicted in full scale by such a method; the mapmaker would be irretrievably lost in a thicket of details within just a few steps. Nevertheless, from all the stories gathered here there emerges the image of a world riddled with gaps. It seems that what Kluge enjoys most about the cheese are the holes in it.
For the book’s frontispiece he chooses a photograph showing five mules crowded together on a little island, surrounded and cut off by the waters of the flooding Missouri River. They wait to be rescued and cannot move from the spot. Of course, as we proceed through the book’s kaleidoscopic, individual stories, it turns out to be present-day humankind who are the island-dwellers, somehow marooned, unsheltered, and uncertain of what the future might bring.
The Gap Left by the Devil — Where can it be found? Perhaps with the woman from Odessa whose story Kluge tells: Disillusioned with life in the West, she attempted to jump to her death, landed on the roof of a rusted-out car, survived the fall, and later met the man of her life. Or in that forest fire on Lüneburg Heath that a certain married couple named Pfeiffer encountered sometime back in the ’50s while on their way to Lüneburg to get a divorce. The road was blocked, the Pfeiffers were stuck there, began talking things over, and were reconciled.
Should we believe that suddenly the devil is also a force which now and then creates good? Final explanations will not be found here; they are not even part of the plan in Kluge’s stories. His narrative style refrains from didacticism, counting instead on the imaginative act of the reader, who is left to make his or her own sense out of the story. A demanding project, ponderous in scale, but light-footed and successful in execution.
One of the finest stories, “The Legibility of Signs,” tells about Philemon Berdyev, a graphic artist in Lvov who since 1986 has been working to discover how the message “Warning: Lethal Danger” could be communicated to intelligent beings by means of graphic symbols 6,000 years from now. One would have to take into consideration that by then the recipient would not understand any of the languages spoken today. It is not certain whether unambiguous iconographic meaning can ever be achieved. As for the legibility and interpretation of the signs in our present-day world, however, this much seems certain: hardly anyone has done that as tersely and pointedly as Alexander Kluge with his stories from the real world.
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从结构上看,这本书的叙事诡计用得非常高明,它巧妙地利用了“不可靠的叙述者”这一技巧,但又不止于此。一开始,你完全信任某个角色的视角,将他视为了解开谜团的唯一入口,但随着情节的推进,你会发现他提供的信息是经过美化、过滤甚至是有意歪曲的。这种层层剥开的真相过程,极具智力上的挑战性。我印象最深的是关于“证物”的处理。书中提到的好几件关键物品,每一次出现,都被不同的角色赋予了截然不同的意义和历史背景,它们像是多棱镜一样,折射出完全不同的“事实”。比如那枚古老的图章,在第一代人手中是家族荣耀的象征,到了第二代人那里成了逃避责任的借口,而在现代,它不过是一个昂贵的古董摆件。作者并没有直接给出“哪个才是真相”的答案,而是把判断的权力完全交给了读者。这种开放式的处理方式,让这本书的讨论价值极高,每次和朋友聊起,都能发现彼此关注的焦点完全不同。它不是那种读完就丢的书,更像是一份需要不断回溯和比对的卷宗,每一遍重读,都会因为你自身经历的变化,而对那些“证物”产生新的理解。
评分从主题深度挖掘的角度来看,这本书远远超出了一个简单的悬疑故事的范畴,它更像是一部关于“记忆的重量”和“身份的继承”的深刻探讨。作者通过多代人的故事线,探讨了一个核心问题:我们究竟有多少是自己塑造的,又有多少是前人留下的“负债”?那些被刻意遗忘的祖辈的错误和罪孽,是如何通过一种近乎遗传的方式,影响着后代的选择和命运的。特别是书中关于“沉默的契约”的描写,即家族成员为了维护表面的和谐而共同保守的秘密,这种集体性的心理压抑,最终以一种令人心碎的方式爆发出来。我特别喜欢作者在处理“救赎”这个问题时的克制和审慎,他没有提供一个简单、完美的解决方案,角色的最终和解,是以接受历史的残缺和自身的局限性为前提的。这使得结局虽然带着一丝苦涩,却无比真实和具有启发性。它提醒我们,真正的勇气,不是去抹除过去,而是有能力带着过去的一切,继续前行。这是一部需要时间去消化、去反刍的作品,值得反复品读和深思。
评分这本书的氛围营造,简直是教科书级别的示范。它成功地营造出一种持续性的、令人不安的“悬浮感”。你永远无法完全放松,因为你知道,在这个故事的某个角落,一定有什么东西正在缓慢地腐烂或即将爆发。作者对环境的运用,特别是地理环境,起到了关键性的作用。那个时常被雾气笼罩的河谷小镇,湿冷、封闭,仿佛本身就是一个有生命的、充满恶意的角色。书中有一段描写,关于一场持续了三天的暴雨,雨水冲刷着古老的石板路,把泥土中的陈年污秽都翻了出来,那种感官上的压抑和不适,几乎要穿透书页。此外,书中还穿插了大量的民间传说和禁忌仪式,这些元素并非单纯为了增加猎奇色彩,而是与主线情节紧密相连,暗示着那些看似偶然的悲剧背后,可能存在着更古老、更难以抗拒的命运之力。这种将私人化的恐惧与宏大的、近乎神话般的宿命感结合起来的手法,让这本书的阅读体验充满了张力和宿命感,让人在合上书本后,依然会下意识地查看自己身后的阴影。
评分这本书的封面设计简直是视觉上的一个陷阱,那种深沉的墨绿和偶尔跃出的暗红色调,初看之下以为是什么晦涩的哲学著作,结果翻开目录才发现,它竟然是一部围绕着一桩跨越了三个世纪的家族秘密展开的史诗。作者的叙事功力令人叹为观止,他没有急于抛出核心谜团,而是像一个经验老到的钟表匠,耐心地雕琢每一个齿轮。我记得第一部分花了整整一百多页来描绘十九世纪末一个偏远小镇的日常生活,那些对农耕细节、地方方言的精准捕捉,几乎让我闻到了空气中泥土和潮湿木头的气味。这种缓慢的、近乎沉浸式的铺陈,初读时可能会让习惯快节奏叙事的读者感到不耐烦,但一旦你沉下心来,就会发现这是在为后文的骤变积蓄巨大的能量。特别是关于那个被遗忘的图书馆管理员的描写,他收集的那些无人问津的羊皮纸手稿,每一页的描述都充满了历史的厚重感和一种近乎偏执的学术热情。我尤其欣赏作者在处理时间跳跃时的手法,他不是简单地用日期切换,而是通过一个特定的、具有象征意义的物件——比如一把生锈的钥匙或者一封未寄出的信——作为衔接点,使得时间线索虽然复杂,却始终保持着清晰的脉络和情感的连续性。这本书的魅力,就在于它让你相信,即使是最微不足道的日常,也可能隐藏着足以颠覆整个世界观的秘密。读完后劲很大,总觉得身边的影子也多了一层不为人知的重量。
评分我必须承认,这本书的语言风格完全出乎我的意料,它根本不是我预想中那种严肃刻板的欧洲文学,反而带有一种近乎黑色幽默的尖锐和一种对人性弱点的精准解剖。作者的句子结构非常擅长使用长短句的交错对比,比如连续好几段都是那种气势磅礴、信息量爆炸的长句,堆砌着复杂的从句和精妙的比喻,读起来像是一段精心编排的巴洛克式音乐;紧接着,他会突然抛出一个极其简短、干脆利落的短句来收尾,那种力量就像是乐章中突然敲响的定音鼓,将你从复杂的思绪中猛地拉回现实。我尤其喜欢他对角色内心独白的刻画,那些挣扎、自我欺骗和最终的清醒,都写得极其真实和残忍。书中有一个女裁缝的角色,她对社会阶层的观察入木三分,她内心的OS简直可以拿出来单独出版成一本小册子。她看待周围那些光鲜亮丽的上流社会,那种眼神既充满渴望又带着毫不掩饰的鄙夷,这种矛盾性被作者捕捉得淋漓尽致。整本书读下来,我感觉自己像是在参与一场漫长而精彩的心理博弈,作者不断地设置障碍,挑战读者的道德边界和认知习惯。它迫使你思考,那些我们习以为常的“常识”,在历史的某个角落里,是如何被彻底扭曲和重塑的。
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