
It’s city week and my choice fell on a book set in Berlin – Lucy Fricke’s Das Fest/The Party. Fricke is a very successful German author and has written a few bestsellers, one of which, Töchter/Daughters, has been translated. I was one of those who absolutely didn’t like Daughters. It was marketed as something literary, yet it was at best mediocre chick lit. Nonetheless, I felt like giving this one a chance because I liked the premise. Jakob, a once successful film director, is turning fifty. Not exactly an event he feels like celebrating. His film success is long gone. He hasn’t had a real relationship since his divorce and other than his best friend Ellen there don’t seem to be that many people in his life.
Ellen can’t accept this, can’t accept his despondency and turns up on his door step with a bottle of champagne and a secret plan, which Jakob will discover slowly during the course of the day. Unbeknownst to him, she has contacted the people who were once important to him. One after the other will “magically” turn up and together they take trips down memory lane.
Jakob has always lived in Berlin and the day is also an exploration of his old haunts, places where he used to hang out, where he used to live. Like any big or smaller city, Berlin has changed considerably during the last decades. Gentrification is rearing its ugly head everywhere but there are still places with the old magic and Jakob is happy to discover those. Those are places where people live a little differently from everyone else, adopt a more alternative lifestyle.
I had hoped that Berlin would figure a bit more prominently but I knew it wasn’t a real “Berlin novel”, just a novel set in Berlin.
The Party was praised for being realistic, melancholy, but ultimately uplifting. That’s not wrong. There’s also a love story and Jakob is able to make peace with a few complicated relationships of his past.
Sadly, I liked this even less than Daughters. Daughters had a few funny moments, bordering on slapstick, but the humor in The Party is pure slapstick and, in my opinion, not really funny at all.
I didn’t mind reading Das Fest as the idea and the themes were appealing. These big birthdays are so often not as joyful as they should or could be. At times, there’s also immense pressure to celebrate them in a big way. Not wanting to participate and just let the day go by like any other is something I can relate to. So I liked this aspect but overall the novel is just a bit to cutesy for me.
Before you tell me I should have picked THE Berlin novel, here are the links to a four part readalong of Berlin Alexanderplatz, which took place during German Literature Month 2019.



