Christa Wolf – Accident – A Day’s News/ Störfall – Nachrichten eines Tages (1987)

German Literature Month is almost over and we’re closing this year with a GDR week. I chose a book by one of the most famous authors from the former German Democratic Republic. Christa Wolf is the author of Cassandra, Medea, Divided Heaven, No Place on Earth, The Quest for Christa T. and many others. Apart from Medea, I’ve read the ones just mentioned. Cassandra is considered her best, but my favourite is No Place on Earth in which she imagines a meeting between two troubled writers who both committed suicide: Heinrich von Kleist and Karoline von Günderrode.

When Accident came out in 1987, it was praised a lot, but I feel it’s been almost forgotten since then. I don’t see it mentioned very often, which is a shame because it’s very topical.

Most people remember very well what they were doing the day something terrible happened. Almost everyone I know will be able to tell me what they did and where they were on 9. 11.. The disaster at the Chernobyl nuclear power plant was a major incident and those old enough will recollect it very well. It happened on April 16, 1986. I was a bit too young to fully grasp what had happened. And I was living in one of the countries far less affected. What made this disaster so catastrophic for the whole of Europe was the giant cloud. Cities and countries the cloud overflew were affected and when it rained it was particularly bad. The cloud seems to have split and that’s why in the case of Switzerland, the South was affected but not the North. In France, the Eastern part was affected, notably the Alsace region. Since that disaster there are high numbers of people with thyroid problems. There was a conference in Switzerland in 2016 in which doctors shared findings which indicate that there is still a high percentage of cancers in the population which can be linked to the Chernobyl disaster. People closer to the nuclear plant were obviously seriously affected. There’s an area of 30 kilometres around the plant which will be contaminated for thousands of years. The half-life of plutonium is roughly 24’000 years. Kiev, which is only 130 kilometres from Chernobyl, was lucky. The cloud passed them by, but it hit the smaller town of Bila Tserkva where thyroid cancer is very common.

Large portions of Scandinavia, Germany, and many Eastern European countries were also heavily affected but even the South of England was hit.

In her novella Accident Christa Wolf tells the story of that day. The narrator begins her tale by saying she can’t write about what happened in present tense and uses future perfect instead. There is something else going on in her life at that moment about which she writes in present tense. Her brother is undergoing a difficult brain surgery. The story moves back and forth between the things she’s doing, her fear about the cloud and whether it will rain, and her anxieties about her brother. It is a high-risk surgery, and he could potentially lose at least one of his senses.

She also talks to her daughters, a friend, and a neighbour. The interaction with the neighbour adds a WWII element to the story. The parts about the brother are written as if the narrator were speaking directly to him.

She listens to experts talking about the risk of nuclear power plants and listens to the government’s warnings. It’s clear they don’t really know a lot. The people are just advised not to eat any salad, nor to drink milk, and stay in as much as possible, especially should it rain. Children should not be allowed to play outside. We know now that the authorities in Russia lied and that it was far worse than they initially admitted.

I wrote earlier that this is a topical book. Many European countries are moving away from nuclear power. In some countries like Germany the debate is heated. There are so many pros and cons. If nothing goes wrong, it is by far the cleanest source of energy but if it goes wrong, then it is catastrophic. We all know how horrific Hiroshima was, yet the release of radioactive material from Chernobyl was 400 times higher. The accident in Chernobyl happened for two reasons – the plant was old and there was also human failure. Apparently, there are new technologies now that make it far safer. Many countries are developing newer, safer technologies, and smaller plants. In Germany they just blew up two of the cooling towers of the former nuclear power plant in Gundremmingen. Immediately afterwards, there was talk to go back to nuclear power.

The story of the narrator’s brother serves as an illustration for scientific advancement. In the future, machines would be able to perform this kind of surgery which would make it far less risky. The narrator isn’t anti progress or anti science, but it seems she feels that certain technologies shouldn’t have been developed. Nobody can really argue in favour of a hostile use of nuclear power. But at the end of the book, the narrator thinks that there is no greater risk than the risk of a nuclear catastrophe and that this risk alone means one shouldn’t even use this kind of energy in a positive way.

It is a peculiar little book. At times, it felt like she used these very different tenses to make it appear more literary and less like a nonfiction text. I can’t say I enjoyed reading it, but I found it extremely thought provoking. I really wonder what the world would look like if nuclear power didn’t exist.

Christa Wolf: Nachdenken über Christa T. – The Quest for Christa T. (1968)

The Quest For Christa T.

I’m fond of paper weights. Especially those with a delicate glass ornament inside. Now imagine such a paper weight. Maybe there’s a fragile, colourful butterfly trapped in its centre. Take that paperweight and smash it against a wall. What you’ll be left with are shards of glass, splinters, some larger fragments, and maybe half of the butterfly will still be intact. That’s exactly what Christa Wolf seems to have done when she wrote the The Quest for Christa T. – Nachdenken über Christa T. What the narrator displays, is the fragmented story of her friend, who died too young, leaving behind a pack of notes and letters, and people who remember her, or think they remember her. The narrator sets out to capture her friend, an elusive woman, and piece together the story of her life and their friendship.

Remembering is complicated. We add, we subtract. Our memory plays tricks on us. The narrator goes back and forth between what Christa T. wrote down and what she thinks she remembers. The notes are not exhaustive. A lot has been left out. In order to capture her friend, the narrator deliberately adds, exaggerates, or embellishes.

Like the smashed paper weight, the story we read has beautiful broken parts; some are pieced together easily, others stay fragments.

The story has one chronological line, from the girls childhood, to the death of Christa T., but each chapter jumps back and forth on smaller timelines.

I really liked reading some of the passages of this book, but most of the time, I found it tiresome. And I wasn’t really interested in Christa T. I didn’t get what was so special about her. The narrator mentions rebellion and nonconformism, but on the outside her life didn’t seem rebellious or nonconformist. Are we meant to believe that having doubts, questioning the regime of the GDR was a rebellion in itself? I suppose so.

The most interesting aspect of the novel is how it shows the elusiveness of memory and of understanding another person. That’s quite well captured in the title which also evokes a central image that we encounter again and again. Sadly, the complex meaning of the title is lost in translation. “Quest” is much more active than the German “Nachdenken” – which means to think about something. A quest is a search, thinking however, can be done without moving. And then there’s the element of “nach” – which means “after” . In the image I mentioned before, we see Christa T.’s back, moving away. Very often we have the impression, all the narrator sees with clarity, is Christa T. walking away, disappearing. This is alluded to in the word Nachdenken – which sounds a bit like following someone in your thoughts.

As a whole, this book was frustrating but the different shards and pieces were beautiful. A lot is well said, subtly and brilliantly described. Many fragments are moving, especially those that deal with the loss of Christa T. The end is so sad. Not only because she is ill and dies but because they all lie to her. Doctors and friends alike. It doesn’t really allow them to say goodbye.

Another reason why I found the book frustrating is because it is muted, toned down. It seems to contain a lot of deliberate confusion. Maybe because Christa Wolf couldn’t write an unambiguous novel about a rebellious woman, without getting into trouble. Probably this might have been one reason for choosing such a fragmented, modernist approach.

I will return to Christa Wolf again but not very soon. I saw some reviews of this book. Three were more enthusiastic: HeavenAli here and Kaggsy’s Bookish Ramblings here Tony’s Reading List here. Booker Talk shares my frustration.

Christa Wolf Week 8 – 14 November 2015

Christa Wolf Week

Today begins Christa Wolf Week and I’ve already spotted a few posts here and there. Christa Wolf was one of the most important writers from East Germany. Huge crowds came to her readings. She was considered controversial after the unification because she never openly criticized the values of the regime. She was also accused of having been a Stasi informant. It seems however that she wasn’t collaborating the way the authorities wanted and that she was closely watched herself. Given the complexity of the subject, I’m grossly simplifying here.

I was hoping to review at least two of her books but I won’t manage much more than The Quest for Christa T., which I find beautiful, fascinating, and annoying in equal measures. It doesn’t have a lot in common with the other books I read by her and which I liked, or even loved. The first book by Wolf I read was Cassandra and I still think it’s one of her greatest books and one of the greatest retellings of a myth. I also liked They Divided the Sky because it allows us the see the former German Democratic Republic through someone’s eyes who really stood behind its ideals. The one I truly loved was No Place on Earth that tells a fictitious meeting of the writers Karoline von Günderrode and Heinrich von Kleist, who both committed suicide a few years after the imagined meeting took place.

Other books by her that are important are Medea, A Day a Year and A Model Childhood.

What are you reading this week? Do you have a favourite Christa Wolf book?