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First published to acclaim in Germany, The Wall chronicles the life of the last surviving human on earth, an ordinary middle-aged woman who awakens one morning to find that everyone else has vanished. Assuming her isolation to be the result of a military experiment gone awry, she begins the terrifying work of survival and self-renewal. This novel is at once a simple and moFirst published to acclaim in Germany, The Wall chronicles the life of the last surviving human on earth, an ordinary middle-aged woman who awakens one morning to find that everyone else has vanished. Assuming her isolation to be the result of a military experiment gone awry, she begins the terrifying work of survival and self-renewal. This novel is at once a simple and moving tale and a disturbing meditation on humanity....

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The Wall Reviews

  • Agnieszka
    2018-09-12 20:47

    I can allow myself to write the truth; all the people for whom I have lied throughout my life are dead.An unnamed woman arrives with her cousin and her husband to their alpine hunting lodge. Their staying is planned for a weekend. The same evening the couple go to the nearby village and when they don’t return the next day our heroine sets off to meet them halfway to unexpectedly come across the impenetrable barrier. A wall. A transparent yet impassable wall through it she can see households in the valley and its, now frozen in time, inhabitants. Petrified in their last action farmer, woman sitting on the bench, a cow lying on the meadow. Everything equally calm and apparently not alive. Dead, but hard to know of what disease or hostile deed.It all seems like a bad joke but there’s no explanation to what happened. Our heroine having not much choice needs to cope with unusual situation. And the novel is a meticulous, detailed report of her actions. And there’s something strangely calming and quieting in these simple deeds, in growing potates and bean, in logging wood, cutting the grass, haymaking, preparing stuff for winter. And caring for her animals, since there’s a dog, cats and cow, and later also a bullock she’s responsible for them too.I've placed that one on dystopian shelf though to tell the truth I do not care much about that tag. To the end we do not know what really happened. Was it a devilish military experiment that went out of control? Perhaps some foul deed, maybe part of war campaigne that did so wrong. Or maybe some apocaliptic vision of the world ? The novel is everyting above and much more. It’s like a record of adventures of Robinson Crusoe but without company of his Friday; it’s a manual guide on how to survive in wilderness and it’s still much more than that. It’s a quiet meditation on human nature, nature of time and our role on the Earth, our responsibility for beings dependent on us. And about recognition that old life is lost and one need to find another way.How many things do we need to live ? You would probably say that plenty. We hoard more and more goods but how many things we do really need to survive? One would do without much stuff in fact. And that way the novel may be read as an objection to our greedy politics and unsatiable consumerism. We were told that no man is a separated island, but really? We don’t need any apocalypse for we are already divided and we keep building our walls without restraints. And that way The Wall feels like a critique of our acceptance of loosening interpersonal relationship and moral relaxation, like a statement that maybe world that lack love doesen't deserve to exist. You needed twenty years to bring up your children but it only took mere seconds to kill them. Love seemed to be the only reasonable instict and right thing to do and by rejecting it our chance was irremediably forfeited.The novel is simply written and I found it beautiful. I especially liked these chapters concerning one unforgettable summer in alpine tundra over her cabin. These days where she had all her animals yet and used to stay long at night, scenting almost intoxicating fragrances of flowers and herbs, looking at the starry sky and experienced such tranquility and communion with the world, something that felt almost transcendental, that even being probably the last human being still could be at ease with herself and surrounding world. Though when she writes her account she doesn't feel it any more, yet still knows there was a beauty in it.

  • Vishy
    2018-09-10 12:45

    I discovered Marlen Haushofer’s ‘The Wall’ through a friend's review of the film version of the book. It looked like a dystopian novel and I also suspected that Stephen King’s ‘Under the Dome’ was inspired by Haushofer’s book in some ways. Something about the book tugged at my heart, and I couldn’t articulate it then. So, I went and got the book and started reading it last week. I finished reading it yesterday. Here is what I think.The story told in ‘The Wall’ is simple. The nameless heroine, a forty-something year old woman, goes on a holiday to the forest with her cousin and her cousin’s husband. They stay in a hunting lodge. The plan is to spend a few days there and relax and maybe do some hunting. The cousin and her husband leave our heroine during the evening and go to the nearby village. They leave their dog Lynx behind. It is late evening and the couple still haven’t come back. Our heroine has dinner, feeds the dog and goes to bed. When she gets up the next day morning, there is still no sign of her cousin and her husband. Our heroine and Lynx take a walk and during the course of that, she discovers that there is a transparent wall which has suddenly come up and it has shut her off from the village and from the rest of the world. (I don’t know whether it is true or whether it is just me noticing similarities between the two novels – in Stephen King’s ‘Under the Dome’ a giant dome suddenly covers a town one day, cutting it off from the rest of the world. Looks eerily similar to Haushofer’s wall.) It is only her and Lynx and maybe some wild animals in her part of the world. She hopes that in the next few days someone will come and rescue her. But nothing happens. As every day passes, the heroine realizes that no one is going to come. She also discovers something strange. She looks through the wall to the other side and discovers that there is no life on the other side. She discovers animals and people who are dead – it looked like some people had died while they were in the middle of doing something. It looked like some major catastrophe had struck the world and she and Lynx have survived it by luck. Then one day a cow walks into her life. And later a cat. And our heroine decides to take care of them and dedicate her life to everyday activities – taking care of her animals, getting food, managing the place like one does a farm. The rest of the story is about what happens in the life of these four characters (and more which join them later). Though the story is quite simple, ‘The Wall’ is much more than this simple plot. It is about what a human can do when she is the last person on earth. It is about the relationship between humans and animals and the environment. It is about parents and children and letting go. It is about the relationship between women and men. It is about freedom and the lack of it. It is about love, loss and death. It is about renewing oneself. It is about the small joys of everyday life. The cover of the book quotes Doris Lessing on this : “It is not often that you can say only a woman could have written this book, but women in particular will understand the heroine’s loving devotion to the details of making and keeping life, every day felt as a victory.” ‘The Wall’ is also a commentary on the human condition. It is a commentary on modern civilization. It is all these and more. I liked very much what the blurb said about the book :‘The Wall is at once a simple and moving chronicle – of growing potatoes and beans, of hoping for a calf, of counting matches, of forgetting the taste of sugar and the use of one’s name – and a disturbing meditation on 20th-century history…The Wall is a haunting study of what a person can love when everything has been taken away.’ I loved Marlen Haushofer’s book. ‘Loved’ is an understatement. It deeply touched me and pulled all kinds of strings in my heart. I read it very slowly to make the reading experience last longer. I didn’t want it to end and I was sad when I crossed the last page. Normally after I finish reading a book, I take it to the next room (I keep unread books in one room and read books in another) and put it on top of the latest read pile. I look at that read book pile once in a while and try to remember which books I liked and which were my favourite scenes and passages. Sometimes I take out a book and read some of my favourite passages. But I rarely re-read a book. So, once a book reaches the next room, it almost always stays there. But, once in a blue moon a book comes along which resists that move. I am unable to take that book to the next room. My heart refuses to let go of the book. I carry the book everywhere and keep it with me and re-read my favourite passages many times. I keep that book on my study table or on my nightstand and keep looking at it. ‘The Wall’ is that one book which comes once in a blue moon. I don’t think I will be able to let go of it, anytime soon. I am not sure I will be able to let go of it, ever. While reading the book, I felt that the Marlen Haushofer had poured her heart and soul into every page of the book and the whole book glows with her inner beauty. It made me think of the kind of beautiful person she must have been. There is beauty in every page of the book and in every scene. When I read the sentence – ‘So there I was in a wild and strange meadow in the middle of the forest and suddenly I was the owner of a cow’ – it makes me smile again, like it did when I read it the first time. When I read this passage – ‘The little one’s nature was rather different from other house-cats; more peaceful, gentle and tender. She would often sit for ages on the bench in front of the house watching a butterfly’ – it makes my heart glow with pleasure, like it did the first time. The author gives the reader an idea of what is going to happen at the end of the book, and so I was dreading when I reached the last part of the book. My dread increased with every page, because joy, beauty and happiness continued to flow from the pages of the book and I was hoping against hope that what the author was hinting at was not to be. Well, the heartbreaking thing did happen at the end. But the ending of the story was life affirming too. I finished reading the book yesterday, but I still can’t stop thinking about the heroine, Lynx the dog, the cat, Pearl the kitten, Tiger the tomcat, Panther his brother, Bella the cow, Bull her son – they haunt me in my dreams in gentle ways.I have read some wonderful books this year but I have no hesitation in saying this – ‘The Wall’ is my favourite read of the year. I am planning to read some wonderful books in the coming months, but I don’t think there is any book which is going to nudge it even gently from that position. It is also one of my favourite books ever. I am planning to read it again later this year. If you haven’t read ‘The Wall’ yet, I am jealous of you. Because when you get to read it, you are going to experience the pleasure and delight and joy of reading it for the first time. But I hope that you don’t keep me jealous for long. I hope you go out and get the book and read it now. I hope to watch the film version of ‘The Wall’. I can’t imagine how a film can be made of this beautiful book, but I would like to find out. I also discovered that there are two other Marlen Haushofer books available in English translation – ‘The Loft’ and ‘Nowhere Ending Sky’. I hope to read them sometime. I will leave you with some of my favourite passages in the book. It was very hard for me to choose a few passages and leave others out, because every passage was beautiful and quotable.Lynx the dogLynx was very cheerful, in very high spirits, but an outsider probably wouldn’t have noticed the difference. He was, after all, cheerful almost all the time. I never saw him stay sulky for more than three minutes. He simply couldn’t resist the urge to be cheerful. And life in the forest was a constant temptation to him. Sun, snow, wind, rain – everything was a cause for enthusiasm. With Lynx nearby I could never stay sad for long. It was almost shaming that being with me made him so happy. I don’t think that grown animals living wild are happy or even content. Living with people must have awoken this capacity in the dog…Sometimes I even imagined there must be something special about me that made Lynx almost keel over with joy at the sight of me. Of course there was never anything special about me; Lynx was, like all dogs, simply addicted to people.That summer I quite forgot that Lynx was a dog and I was a human being. I knew it, but it had lost any distinctive meaning. Lynx too had changed. Since I’d been spending so much time with him he had grown calmer, and didn’t seem constantly afraid that I might vanish into thin air as soon as he went off for five minutes. Thinking about it today, I believe that was the only big fear in his dog’s life, being abandoned on his own. I too had learned a lot more, and understood almost all his movements and noises. Now, at last, there was a silent understanding between us.The CatsIf it’s raining, or if there’s a storm, the cat tends to become melancholy, and I try to cheer her up. Sometimes I succeed, but generally we both sink into hopeless silence. And very rarely the miracle happens : the cat stands up, presses her forehead against my cheek and props her front paws on my chest. Or she takes my knuckles between her teeth and bites at them, gently and daintily. It doesn’t happen terribly often, for she’s sparing with proofs of her affection. Certain songs send her into raptures, and she pulls her claws over the rustling paper with delight. Her nose gets damp, and a gleaming film comes over her eyes. All cats tend toward mysterious states; then they are far away and entirely impossible to reach. Pearl was in love with a tiny red velvet cushion that had belonged to Luise. For her it was a magic object. She licked it, scratched runnels through its soft nap and finally rested on it, white breast on red velvet, her eyes narrowed to green slits, a magnificent fairy-tale creature.All my cats have had a habit of walking around their bowls after eating and then dragging them along the floor. I don’t know what it means, but they do it every time, without fail. In general, cats obey a practically Byzantine series of ceremonies and take it very badly if you disturb them during their mysterious rites. In comparison with them, Lynx was a shameless child of nature, and they seemed to hold him rather in contempt for that.Bella the cowWhen I combed Bella I sometimes told her how important she was to us all. She looked at me with moist eyes, and tried to lick my face. She had no idea how precious and irreplaceable she was. Here she stood, gleaming and brown, warm and relaxed, our big, gentle, nourishing mother. I could only show my gratitude by taking good care of her, and I hope I have done everything for Bella that a human being can do for their only cow. She liked it when I talked to her. Perhaps she would have liked the voice of any human being. It would have been easy for her to trample and gore me, but she licked my face and pressed her nostrils into my palm. I hope she dies before me; without me she would die miserably in winter.The HeroineIn my dreams I bring children into the world, and they aren’t only human children; there are cats among them, dogs, calves, bears and quite peculiar furry creatures. But they emerge from me, and there is nothing about them that could frighten or repel me. The White CrowThis autumn a white crow appeared. It always flies a little way behind the others, and settles alone on a tree avoided by its companions. I can’t understand why the other crows don’t like it. I think it’s a particularly beautiful bird, but the other members of its species find it repugnant. I see it sitting alone in its spruce-tree staring over the meadow, a miserable absurdity that shouldn’t exist, a white crow. It sits there until the great flock has flown away, and then I bring it a little food. It’s so tame that I can get close to it. Sometimes it hops about on the ground when it sees me coming. It can’t know why it’s been ostracized; that’s the only life it knows. It will always be an outcast and so alone that it’s less afraid of people than its black brethren…I want the white crow to live, and sometimes I dream that there’s another one in the forest and that they will find each other. I don’t believe it will happen, I only wish it very dearly.The AdderOnly much later, up in the pasture, did I actually see an adder. It lay sunning itself on a scree slope. From that point on I was never afraid of snakes again. The adder was very beautiful, and when I saw it lying there like that, entirely devoted to the yellow sun, I was sure it had no intention of biting me. Its thoughts were remote from me, it didn’t want to do anything but lie in peace on the white stones and bathe in sunlight and warmth.The ForestIt’s never entirely silent in the forest. You only imagine it’s silent, but there is always a whole host of noises. A woodpecker taps in the distance, a bird calls, the wind hisses through the grass in the forest, a big branch knocks against a tree-trunk, and the twigs rustle as little animals scurry around. Everything is alive, everything is working. But that evening it really was almost silent.The FlowersIn cyclamen flowers the red of summer combines with the blue of autumn into a pinkish purple, and their fragrance recaptures all the sweetness of the past; but as you inhale it for longer, there is a quite different smell behind it : that of decay and death. I have always considered the cyclamen a strange and rather frightening flower.Have you read Marlen Haushofer’s ‘The Wall’? What do you think about it?

  • Alexandra
    2018-09-14 16:39

    Book2moviechallenge 201212/12 Ein Film der 2012 aus einer Literaturvorlage veröffentlicht wird Buch 5 Sterne Eines jener Bücher, das mich beim erstmaligen Lesen vor mehr als 10 Jahren am meisten beeindruckt und gleichzeitig extrem verstört hat. Die Hauptdarstellerin ist zu Gast auf Sommerfrische bei Freunden in einer einsamen Jagdhütte, wacht am Morgen auf und muss feststellen, dass sie in einer relativ weitläufigen gläsernen Kuppel gefangen ist. Ihre Gastgeber wollten am Vortag kurz ins Dorf gehen und sind nicht mehr zurückgekommen. Langsam findet sie heraus, dass hinter der Wand alle tot sind. Es ist furchtbar sich auszumalen, was passiert wenn man der "letzte" Mensch auf der Erde ist und sich voll mit dem Überlebenskampf beschäftigen muss. Atmosphärisch sehr dicht und in wunderbarer Sprache wird die Freude an der Natur, die Einsamkeit, die Furcht, die Entbehrung, die harte Arbeit und die Annäherung an die Tiere, die ihr geblieben sind, geschildert. Auch das überraschende Finale läßt sehr viel Raum für Spekulationen, über das Warum und Was Wäre Wenn. Grandios! mehr kann ich aber nicht verraten, ohne Spoileralarm auszulösen. Fazit Sprachlich und inhaltlich ist das Buch ein Hit!Film 5+ Sterne Der Film ist wirklich die perfekte optische Umsetzung eines an sich schon fabelhaften Werkes und setzt mit seinen beeindruckenden Bildern der Natur des Salzkammergutes qualitativ dem Buch noch die Krone auf. Sowohl die Idylle als auch die Bedrohlichlichkeit, die Einsamkeit der Natur wurde mit Bildern perfekt inszeniert und interpretiert. z.B. sind einsame Sequenzen im Winter in Schwarzweiss oder mit Schatten gedreht und fröhliche Szenen extrem farbenfroh. Auch die Darstellung der Glaswand wurde großartig umgesetzt, die Hauptdarstellerin Martina Gedeck hat sich da bei Pantomimen sicher einiges abgeschaut. Sogar die sprachliche Stärke des Buches konnte in den Film miteingebaut werden. Die vereinsamte Hauptdarstellerin schreibt am Ende Tagebuch und durch die Stimme aus dem Off wird in Rückblenden sehr lyrisch erzählt, was passiert ist. Dadurch wird auch gleich offensichtlich, wie sehr sie sich auch optisch verändert hat. Eine grandiose schauspielerische Leistung von Martina Gedek, die den gesamten Film eigentlich alleine bestreitet und nie langweilig ist. Fazit: Film und Buch 5 Sterne da gibts nix zu kritisieren.

  • M. Sarki
    2018-08-31 12:33

    http://msarki.tumblr.com/post/1468064...What a marvelous book. It is beyond me why this novel is classified a feminist classic as it holds up as something great no matter whose sex wrote it. This is a story of redemption under grave circumstances. It is a tale of determination and persistence in the face of uncertain and daunting circumstances. The novel could be deemed an instruction manual on how to live a life with one’s own self, alone and entrusted with responsibilities perhaps too great for the typical human being handed them. But the narrator prevails and actually thrives in her seclusion, and is given the opportunity for true self-esteem and meaning in her life. And that is not a feminist theme but rather something universal to be strived for no matter what sex one is, or even regarding our present day, working out perhaps what sex one isn’t. Marlen Haushofer writes in an engaging style, conversing with the reader as if on solid ground and friendly terms, tolerant at all times for the fate she has been faced with, and in my eyes kindly hoping that we might do the same, given similar circumstances. Through her lot of characters she inherits (all domesticated animals), Haushofer develops their personalities emotionally and spiritually to the degree we become as well attached to them, and worry for their happiness, good health, and safety. This book is as good as any I have read, and so accessible that it caused me no care to look a word up or write one down. Sometimes the simplest form works out to be the best. Haushofer certainly found a winning voice within the covers of this little masterpiece of fine literature.

  • Aubrey
    2018-08-30 19:43

    My animals were fond of my familiar smell, my voice and my movements. I could easily cast off my face; it was needed no longer. At this thought a feeling of emptiness rose up in me, which I had to get rid of at any price. I looked for some kind of work to do, and told myself that in my situation it was childish to mourn a face, but the tormenting sense that I had lost something important would not be driven away.Virginia Woolf once called Middlemarch one of the few novels that had been written for grownups, or something along those lines. I follow suit with this work, which in the realm of sci-fi does not badger with a multiplicity of facts, in the realm of psychological novels does not bloat itself on tropes outside the white male mainstay, in the realm of the pastoral does not encourage and in the realm of pioneering does not present violence as the only way. Emotion is far more concerned with internal erasure than external pride and prejudice, and the foraging homicide, the one man survival kit, the hero, all of them were caught on the wrong side of the wall.I'm still afraid, because I know that I can live only if I fail to understand certain things.One of the exercises in my Engineering Ethics class consisted of ranking the items one would have on a raft stranded in the middle in the ocean in terms of importance with regards to survival. In teams, the majority of us focused on the tiny world of personal landscape, and were subsequently surprised when the answer of inevitable rescue in a hyperconnected world was solemnly shaken in our faces. Fifty years previous to this technological indoctrination, a story was written in which, even if there had been any chance of rescue, it would have been enacted by the enemies. The ones who had inflicted the weapon of the wall, in all its unknown capacity, on the populace in the first place. It didn't occur to me then, but it would have been good to ask the TA presiding over the ethics course how they were so certain that our rescue would have been the result of care, not crime.[S]ince I had only ever been threatened by human beings before, I couldn't adapt too quickly.Humans are social creatures of habit, enforced solitude combined with rapid changes in an environment resulting in a distempered mix of boredom, aggravation, and undying fear. We have our dystopias with our zombies and our dictatorships and our group dynamics coming straight to us from the ninth circle of hell, but those are all powerful signifiers of today's reality. Awful as they are, they have a familiar structure. Awful as they are, you are not alone. As a human being, you will most likely suffer a great deal more in a populated world of violent destruction than in a hunting lodge beyond the boundaries of humanity's final showdown, but the hyperactive physicality of the ruthless adventurer does not make for a complex narrative. You could build a fire and scope out a surviving community and stab and rape your way to the top of the rule of their roost, but what if you can't. You could venture from convenience store to convenience store and never even think of settling into a one-person agrarian society, but what if you can't. Ice is similar both in its publishing decade and its ultimate futility, but its strength lies in the surreal portrayal of the toxic masculinity, not in depriving said toxic masculinity of all its worth of meaning.[I]f time exists only in my head, and I'm the last human being, it will end with my death. The thought cheers me. I may be in a position to murder time.Justice. Gender roles. Militarization. Euthanization. Animal rights. Incest. Pedagogy. Epistemology. Teleology. Ontology. Industrialization. Community. Power. Emotional bonds. Ageing. Triumph. Failure. Life. Death. Survival. The dystopia lies not in the invisible barrier with its gorgon properties, but in the solipsistic interrogation that cannot afford to hold smugly to certain ideals so long as the next meal is a constant concern. Religion, for whatever reason, is never a defined concern. The movie of this has a scene of the heroine running a car into the wall, a noncanonical moment that shows how difficult it is for contemporary times to tell a story of stationary despair. What moments there are of revolution do not lend well to the big screen or the action-filled climax.The only creature in the forest that can really do right or wrong is me. And I alone can show mercy. Sometimes I wish that burden of decision-making didn't lie with me. But I am a human being, and I can only think and act like a human being. Only death will free me from that.You question, of course, the tale told by the one still standing amidst the bodies on this side of the wall and that. They'll never give it to you, you know. The end of the world was not written to tuck you in at night.

  • Owlseyes
    2018-09-19 14:43

    "The Wall is a wonderful novel. It is not often that you can say only a woman could have written this book, but women in particular will understand the heroine's loving devotion to the details of making and keeping life, every day felt as a victory against everything that would like to undermine and destroy. It is as absorbing as Robinson Crusoe."Doris Lessing“External freedom has probably never existed, but neither have I ever known anyone who knew inner freedom.”Marlen HaushofferI have watched the movie, with the same title, by Julian Pölsler. A long, deeply felt-meditation on loneliness, survival, friendship with animals, …since she’s all alone, inside a mysterious, invisible wall, deemed to be three meters thick, which separates her from the rest of the world. Up there, among the mountains and forests, a woman has got a cottage to live in, a cow to take care of; and dear dog and a cat, to start with. For two years, starting on a 5th of November and ending on a 25th of February, she’ll try to accurately record, on the available paper, her inward musings on fear, hope, on being a human and not getting into despair; rather, at all costs, survive the ravages of the weather, loneliness and loss.Her writings, though, include blessed summer moments in the wild, using her binoculars for gazing at the stars. Fear, though, erupts often.Out of the harshness a new self has emerged. She’ll have to use a gun, kill a man, hunt deer, do her crops, plant her potatoes and witness her beloved animals dying one after the other: cat, dog…; in the end, however, she’ll have the white crow. One, a single one, she would like to unite with another white one….

  • Claire Fuller
    2018-09-03 15:25

    How did I not find this book when I was writing Our Endless Numbered Days? I'd not even heard of it until recently. It is wonderful. An unexplained and invisible wall comes down trapping the narrator in section of the Austrian Alps with only a dog and some basic provisions. She has decided to write 'a report' of what happened, and so in looking back we get tiny snippets of what has happened in her present, just enough to tease us and keep us wondering. The report, and nearly all of the book is a daily account of the activities she has to do to stay alive. But it is also so much more than this. It is not the food that keeps her alive, but her relationship with various animals, which in the end come to mean so much more to her than any human relationship she had, probably even her own children. My only issue with the novel (and you can see I overcame it, since I gave it five stars) is that when she first disovers the wall she doesn't follow it to the very end, so it is possible at that stage that she isn't completely enclosed. But don't let that put you off, if you like stories of the details of survival then read this.

  • Matt
    2018-08-26 19:23

    Dieses Buch hat mich sehr beeindruckt. Es hat meine Erwartungen, die ich vor dem Lesen hatte, bei weitem übertroffen.Eine Frau macht einen Ausflug zu einer Jagdhütte in den Bergen und wacht eines Morgens auf, um festzustellen, dass sie nun scheinbar der letzte überlebende Mensch ist. Sie stößt auf eine unsichtbare und unüberwindlich scheinende Wand, hinter der alles Leben, außer dem pflanzlichen, geendet hat. Ihr einziger Gefährte ist zunächst ein Hund. Später kommen noch eine Kuh und Katzen hinzu. Das Buch schildert das Leben der namenlos bleibenden Frau in der Natur der Berge, ihren Kampf mit eben dieser Natur und ihrer eigenen Einsamkeit.Das Buch ist in Form eines Berichts geschrieben, den die Frau nach einiger Zeit angefangen hat zu schreiben. Es handelt sich aber keineswegs um einen Tagebuch-Roman. Vielmehr kommen in dem Bericht einige Zeitsprünge vor und es werden Ereignisse - entscheidende Ereignisse - vorweggenommen, die erst später im Vergleich zum Hauptstrang der Geschichte geschehen. Mit diesem Wissen um die Zukunft wird beim Leser zum einen eine Spannung aufgebaut, zum anderen legt sich über die ganze Geschichte eine Art Schleier aus Melancholie und vielleicht sogar Hoffnungslosigkeit. Dabei vermeidet die Autorin, offenbar bewusst, auf zu starke Emotionen seitens der Frau; der Stil ihres Berichts ist eigentlich recht nüchtern. Dass das Ganze in Form einer Ich-Erzählung daherkommt, versteht sich, angesichts der Tatsache, dass es ja offenbar nur noch einen Menschen gibt, wohl von selbst. Einen breiten Raum nimmt die Beschreibung des Verhältnisses der Frau zu ihren Haustieren (und auch einigen Wildtieren) ein. Für Tierliebhaber ist dieses Buch wärmstens zu empfehlen. Ich selbst kann allerdings nicht gut beurteilen, wie treffend die Charaktere der Tiere (Hund, Katze, Kuh) beschrieben sind.Ein weiterer wichtiger Aspekt dieses Buches für mich, ist die Beschäftigung der Frau mit ihrem eigenen Menschsein bzw. -bleiben. Da sie ja nun allein ist, kann sie ungehindert darüber philosophieren und tut dies auch. Sie spricht von dem Verhältnis zu den anderen Menschen aus ihrem früheren Leben, von gesellschaftlichen Zwängen, die nun nicht mehr existieren und vielen anderen Dingen. Ihr Stil ist dabei aber immer einfach (nicht simpel), denn sie ist nach ihrem eigenen Bekunden ja keine intellektuelle Person. In einem Nachwort zu der Kindle-Ausgabe erfahren wir einiges aus dem Leben der Autorin. Danach muss ich erkennen, dass offenbar vieles von dem, was in diesem Buch berichtet wird, autobiografisch angehaucht sein muss. Außerdem werden in dem Nachwort noch einige weitere Werke der Autorin genannt, von denen ich das eine oder andere sicherlich noch lesen werde.Mir hat dieses Buch außerordentlich gefallen und ich werde es in Zukunft sicher noch einmal lesen.Ich habe dem Buch aus zwei Gründen trotzdem keine 5 Sterne gegeben: Zum einen hätte der Bericht meines Erachtens insgesamt etwas gekürzt werden können. Es gibt einige Wiederholungen, die aus Sicht der Protagonistin sicherlich sinnvoll sind, aufgeschrieben zu werden, aber für mich überflüssig erschienen. Zum anderen möchte ich dem Verlag, der dieses Buch in die elektronische Form gebracht hat, sagen, dass in Zukunft bitte dort etwas sorgfältiger gearbeitet werden sollte. An einigen Stellen stehen zwischen Wörtern Satzzeichen, die da nicht hingehören. An anderen Stellen hört der Text in der Mitte einer Seite unvermutet auf und mit dem Wort h'^ab konnte ich rein gar nichts anfangen. Der Autorin kann es gleich sein; sie ist bereits 1970 mit nur 49 Jahren verstorben.________UPDATE 3/7/16. Read the English translation of this review on M. Sarki's comment threadThis work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-ShareAlike 3.0 Unported License.

  • Tania
    2018-08-31 19:47

    I read The Wall because it was assigned to me as part of a German Women Writers in Translation course. Wait... don't stop reading, quite yet... I had reservations about the novel when I first started it, because I thought it would either be dull and boring, or it would be too much like science fiction/fantasy or a nature novel, two genres I don't enjoy most of the time. It is neither.This novel is actually a portrait of courage. As others have said, the unnamed author finds that she is the last person left after a nuclear holocaust. She is protected by an invisible shield and must learn to survive on her own. The woman copes by writing a diary of her situation. She tell us, on the first page: "I'm not writing for the sheer joy of writing; so many things have happened to me that I must write if I am not to lose my reason." The narrator comes across as very honest and the story is very moving. As she writes, "I can't think who I should lie to today. I can allow myself to write the truth; all the people for whom I have lied throughout my life are dead."There are wonderful passages throughout the novel; my book is covered in highlighter pen because so many lines stood out. The process the author goes through to come to terms with what has happened and survive is realistic and gripping. The portrait of nature is quite captivating. Overall, this novel has an important message about what it means to be human. It speaks to the need to work for peace; to come together to avoid creating a situation where this novel could actually take place. It is an important work that I believe everyone who is concerned for the future of our planet should read. You will be moved and you will be changed by this book.

  • Claire McAlpine
    2018-09-06 20:40

    The story begins on the 5th of November, the day the protagonist, a middle aged woman, begins to write a report of what has occured over the last two years, since she became isolated in a hunting lodge where she had been visiting her cousin Luise and Luise's husband Hugo.Some kind of unwitnessed catastophic event occurs, creating an invisible wall between that which lives and that which doesn't. Luise and Hugo went to the village, putting them on the deathly side of the event. Sending their dog Lynx home before them, he becomes one of the important and constant companions of this lone woman, who must learn to survive.Eventually she realises she is living in the forest completely alone, she is joined by a cow she names Bella whom she hopes is pregnant, an old cat who will also give birth, a sack of potatoes she can plant and some beans which she will also use to create a crop.The book recalls the days, the months, the seasons, the work she creates for herself, the relationship between her and the animals, her nurturing of them and attempt to protect them from the harsh elements of the environment and their interactions with her, that remind her of her duty to survive.Lynx prodded me with his muzzle and pushed me sideways. Maybe he didn't like the flood, maybe he also felt that I was miles away and wanted to attract some attention. As always on such occasions I followed him in the end. He knew much better than I did what was good for me.It is written in a stream of conscious style that never becomes monotonous, despite the monotony of her days, she must live in the present to survive and that depends very much on caring for the needs of the animal life that support her. She must deal with her own mental turbulence, discovering that her manual labours and constant activity, though tiring, keep her from overthinking and decline.I found it utterly compelling and could not put it down. It is a brilliant novel that strips away the noise of society today and places one woman in a basic situation, exhibiting humanity's natural feminine instinct to nurture, to protect, to achieve and survive while intermittently falling prey to the melancholic tendencies of mind that threaten to derail us. It does this without using any fantastical elements apart from the existence of the wall itself, making it feel realistic.Marlen Haushofer wrote the book in the early 1960's and it wasn't published until 1968, two years before her premature death at the age of 49. The book was resurrected 15 years later when discovered by the feminist and anti-nucleur movements and has since been translated into 18 languages and made into a major motion picture. Deserving of being categorised as a modern classic.Highly Recommended.Complete review here at Word by Word.

  • nettebuecherkiste
    2018-09-15 14:27

    Astonishing book, there's so much in it. I feel really close to the author and her protagonist.Ein Paar fährt gemeinsam mit der Cousine der Frau in ein Jagdhaus in den Bergen. Das Paar möchte am Anreisetag noch ins Dorf und lässt die Cousine, unsere namenlose Protagonistin, allein mit dem Jagdhund Luchs zurück. Seltsamerweise kehrt das Paar abends nicht zurück. Am nächsten Morgen macht sich die Protagonistin auf den Weg ins Dorf, um zu erfahren, was passiert ist. Da stößt sie plötzlich gegen eine unsichtbare Barriere. Die Frau ist verwirrt, was ist denn das? Die wenigen Menschen, die sie auf der anderen Seite der unsichtbaren Wand erkennen kann, sind völlig bewegungslos, mitten in der Bewegung erstarrt. Die Wand scheint den Berg weitläufig abzusperren. Die Frau muss sich nun darauf einstellen, allein mit dem Hund zurechtzukommen.Schon die Prämisse ist faszinierend. Woher kommt diese Wand, was ist passiert, sind die Menschen auf der anderen Seite wirklich tot? Handelt es sich um ein regionales Phänomen oder gibt es überhaupt noch Leben außerhalb der Wand? Und auf der Seite der Protagonistin?Diese rechnet zunächst zwar noch mit Rettung, akzeptiert jedoch erstaunlich schnell, dass sie vorerst isoliert ist. Schnell beginnt sie, sich im Jagdhaus einzurichten. Mit Bewunderung verfolgt die Leserin, wie gut sie klarkommt – es sind zwar noch viele Vorräte im Haus vorhanden, doch die sind endlich. Ein Kartoffelacker und ein Bohnenfeld werden angelegt – und die Protagonistin geht gezwungenermaßen auf die Jagd. Sie tötet die Tiere nicht gern, akzeptiert jedoch, dass ihr keine andere Wahl bleibt. Sie muss ja außerdem den Hund versorgen. Bald gesellen sich noch eine Katze und eine Kuh zu der Protagonistin, die ebenfalls auf ihrer Seite der Wand gestrandet sind. Zu den Tieren entwickelt sie eine enge emotionale Bindung, gerade zwischen ihr und Luchs entsteht eine ursprünglich wirkende Symbiose, beide sind voneinander abhängig. Man gewinnt den Eindruck, dass die Protagonistin gar nicht so unglücklich mit der Situation ist. Auch an ihren Gedankengängen ist zu erkennen, dass das naturverbundene Leben ihr viel echter erscheint, die schnelllebige Zivilisation wird immer unwirklicher für sie und bald akzeptiert sie auch, dass sie nicht mehr existiert. Sie denkt zwar manchmal an ihre Töchter, scheint jedoch nicht wirklich andere Menschen zu brauchen, die Tiere genügen ihr. Ich fühlte mich der Protagonistin bei der Lektüre sehr nahe. Ich will nicht andeuten, dass auch ich gut auf andere Menschen verzichten könnte, doch als Introvertierte, die sich oft wünscht, nur den Kater um sich herum zu haben, und Abende allein mit einem Buch unendlich genießt, kann ich ihre Haltung zumindest nachvollziehen. Gerade ihre Liebe zu den Tieren ist für mich absolut verständlich.Keinesfalls sollte jedoch der Eindruck entstehen, dass das einfache Leben ohne die Errungenschaften der Zivilisation hier verklärt oder gar glorifiziert wird. Es passieren immer wieder schlimme Dinge, gegen die die Protagonistin gar nichts ausrichten kann, etwa der Tod einiger Nachkommen der Katze oder Krankheiten, die sie niederwerfen und die sie nur mit Not übersteht. Es wird ganz deutlich, dass ein solches Leben zeitlich begrenzt ist.Auch eine feministische Lesart ist möglich und hinter der Wand wird das Geschlecht der Überlebenden irrelevant:„Mein Körper, gescheiter als ich, hatte sich angepaßt und die Beschwerden meiner Weiblichkeit auf ein Mindestmaß eingeschränkt. Ich konnte ruhig vergessen, daß ich eine Frau war. Manchmal war ich ein Kind, das Erdbeeren suchte, dann wieder ein junger Mann, der Holz zersägte, …, ein sehr altes, geschlechtsloses Wesen.“ (Seite 82)Marlen Haushofer hat mit ihrem bekanntesten Roman eine reizvolle Dystopie erschaffen, die viel Interpretationsspielraum lässt und die Leserin nachdenklich zurücklässt. Ein Werk, das lange nachhallt.

  • Bjorn
    2018-09-12 17:25

    Man cannot become an animal. He just passes the animal stage on his way to the abyss.Something Happens, and a middle-aged woman is suddenly, as far as she can tell, the last human being on Earth, waking up in a friend's hunting lodge up in the decidedly Julie Andrews-less Austrian alps, and finding an invisible wall all around the area she's in. (Insert space here for snarky comparisons to The Simpsons Movie or that Stephen King novel, even though The Wall predates them by 50 years and is a very different beast.)The wall has kept her safe from whatever seems to have killed all life outside it, but also traps her in a world she, as a city dweller, has no idea how to survive. She has a gun, a dog, a cat, a cow, and her hands and feet. She can grow potatoes (insert space here for snarky comparisons to The Martian etc) and shoot deer, so she won't starve, but gradually loneliness, back-breaking physical exertion and the inability of that big Homo Sapiens brain to not keep spinning begins to... I almost wrote "break her down", but that's not entirely true; evolution knows nothing about higher or lower levels. "Reshape her" is probably more apt. Two and a half years in, she starts writing down her story to hang on to whatever humanity remains, going over and writing down every detail, every emotion, every hard-earned piece of satisfaction she can remember.The Wall is an astounding novel, which opens up to a ton of interpretations (cold war eschatology, existentialism, feminism, depression, post-nazi self-deception (it's supposedly one of Elfriede Jelinek's favourite novels), etc etc) but remains so grounded in its details of everyday hard-working life and in the Vonnegutian ways Haushofer keeps dropping hints of what will inevitably have happened that it never really feels like an allegory. Even without a name, she remains singular, just a woman with her dog and her cat and her cow trying to survive even at the end of hope.

  • Heather
    2018-09-17 12:20

    I am going to be in the minority when it comes to reviewing this book. After reading the reviews and the synopsis on the back of the book, I thought I was in a for an “I can’t put this down” kind of book. Instead I got a “Wow, is this book ever going to end” book.I love post-apocalyptic stories, which is why I was drawn to this one. Unfortunately what I got was a woman rambling on and on about the sameness of her life. In the story, the nameless character is somehow trapped in a rural area when an invisible wall comes down and cuts her off from humanity. She can see that the life outside the wall is dead and that the only life left in the world is in her little bubble… life that includes cats, a dog, a cow, a bull and the author.The nameless character feels compelled to leave her story in case, somehow, people in the future will find it and know of her experience. She is losing her sense of being an individual and writing is a kind of catharsis for that. As I read in another review, there is no action. There is no resolution. There is just rambling. I received this book through Librarything.com Member Giveaway. This did not affect my review.

  • TheGirlBytheSeaofCortez
    2018-09-06 20:35

    I have to admit that though I work in publishing and though, up until 2010, I lived more years in Switzerland than I’d lived in the United States, I’d never heard of Marlen Haushofer until this year. True, Frau Haushofer was Austrian, and was born in Frauenstein, Austria in 1920. But Austria borders Switzerland (to the east) and both countries speak dialects derived from High German. No matter what we speak in everyday life, both Swiss and Austrians write in High German. And I attended school in Switzerland (and in France). I’ve no excuse; I really should have heard – and read – Marlen Haushofer at least ten years ago. But better late than never, right?Marlen Haushofer studied German in Vienna and in Graz before settling in Steyr. In 1941, she married Manfred Haushofer, a dentist, who she later divorced and then remarried, bearing him two sons. Haushofer’s first novel, A Handful of Life, was published in 1955. The Wall, one of her most successful books, was published in 1963, and The Loft, her final novel, in 1969. Haushofer received the Grand Austrian State Prize for Literature in 1968. She died of cancer in Vienna in 1970. I am not positive, but I believe only The Wall and The Loft have been published in English, The Wall by Quartet Books in 1991, and translated by Shaun Whiteside, The Loft, also published by Quartet, and translated by Amanda Prantera. Both may prove a little difficult to find in the United States but are well worth the hunt.The Wall centers around a middle-aged widow who’s holidaying at her cousin’s alpine home. One evening the others leave for a night out in the nearly village. Expecting them home later that night, the widow is quite surprised when she awakens the next morning and finds herself alone. Deciding to investigate, the widow, who, through the course of the novel, remains nameless, takes her cousin’s dog, Luchs, and discovers an invisible wall that separates them from the “outside” world. On the other side of the wall is a man, frozen in mid-motion. Our narrator soon discovers that “her” world is now bounded by a measurable area that is partially forested, partially alpine meadow, and occupied by a variety of different animals.I thought this was a wonderful beginning. It’s not entirely original, but it was certainly interesting, and it did make me want to know “what happened next.” I felt compelled to read on. I was also struck by the fact that The Wall was, for me, reminiscent of the work of Jose Saramago, i.e., a strange, new world in which the fantastic seems commonplace; an unnamed narrator in an unnamed place; a faithful dog.The Wall is often touted as belonging to “feminist, dystopian” literature, and the heroine as being a “female Robinson Crusoe.” I generally don’t care for either feminist or dystopian literature, and I didn’t like the character of Robinson Crusoe very much, so I really didn’t expect to find much to enjoy in The Wall, but, save for one incident that almost made me regret I’d read the book, I was wrong.The narrator of The Wall soon discovers that she is, in all probability, the last living person on earth, though she is not the last living being. There is Luchs, and a nameless cat as well, who later bears a litter of kittens; there’s Bella, a cow found in a nearby alpine meadow; and there are several deer living in the forest. Forced to learn to work with Nature, though never against it, our narrator learns how to milk Bella, how to use her hands in utilitarian ways, how to grow crops of potatoes, beans, and hay, and how to kill the deer and preserve the meat, thus keeping everyone – except the deer, of course – alive.Readers who expect a fast moving plot won’t find it in this book. The Wall, with its minimalist plot is a supremely interior, introspective book as we learn the details of all the book’s heroine must accomplish in order to keep herself, and “her” animals, alive. We celebrate her victories, and we worry over her defeats.As the narrator struggles with the hard, physical labor of “just remaining alive” she makes many discoveries about herself, discoveries surrounding her personality, her femininity, and her very humanity. I appreciated the author’s meticulous attention to detail in this book and thought it aided my understanding of the narrator and what she valued in life.I might not be right, but for me, at least, The Wall was an exploration of what it means to be human and our connectedness with all of nature. The narrator must take care not to lose sight of her humanity as she struggles through two winters and one glorious summer with only a dog, a cat, and a cow for company. The things our narrator thought were so important turn out to be not important at all, such as appearance. Survival must come first and foremost. To that end, Bella plays the most important role in the narrator’s life. All of the animals are beautifully drawn, and all really come alive – as major characters – in the pages of this book. Haushofer’s characterization of Luchs is particularly powerful.When a second unexpected catastrophe occurs, the narrator feels the need to write her story down, to explore more fully the solitary life she’s been leading. But who will read what the woman has written? Anyone? This question is never answered, just as the reason for the sudden extinguishing of all life some two years before is never given.The Wall is, at times, a claustrophobic book, yet it’s powerful and provocative as well. The author has a fluid, lyrical writing style that serves her minimalist plot quite well. The Wall is as disturbing as Cormac McCarthy’s prize winning novel The Road, but The Wall, at least for me, was far more rewarding as well. This is, in the end, a beautiful book that I’ll remember for many years to come.4.5/5Recommended: Definitely. This is beautiful book, beautifully written, but the plot is minimalist and introspective.Please read my book reviews and tips for aspiring writers at literarycornercafe.blogspot.com

  • Repix
    2018-09-12 20:21

    Una novela feminista, intimista y ecologista. Pausada, rutinaria y casi sin sobresaltos, aunque los esperas todo el rato, y eso es, precísamente, parte de su encanto.Me ha hecho sufrir mucho por la relación con los animales, pero también esperanza.Una maravilla.

  • Mind the Book
    2018-09-10 13:41

    Existentiell och civilisationskritisk robinsonad. L ä s u p p l e v e l s e! Den typ av bok som får mig att tänka "jag vill BARA läsa SÅDANA HÄR böcker resten av mitt liv".Till protokollet: Så befriande att ta del av en kvinnas survival skills efter The Revenant, The Martian, The Heart of the Sea, Life of Pi, Into the Wild, Castaway, Thoreaus Walden etc etc etc etc etc etc etc etc etc etc etc etc etc etc etc etc etc etc etc etc etc etc etc etc etc.Ikväll tittar jag på https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jykYk...PS. Nyutkommen i pocket!

  • Christine
    2018-09-20 17:21

    I saw the film first. Beautiful cinematography, a one-woman exhibition of acting talent. I knew that the voice-over narration was lifted nearly verbatim from the text, and so I knew I had to read it properly. At the end of the edition I purchased, the director of the film says that The Wall is supposedly a perfect representation of depression. I agree. I think that those who loved The Bell Jar in youth would find this to be the continuation of inescapable honesty that the life-long depresseive remains married to through the years. As summary of events, a woman vacations in a hunting lodge in the Austrian alps. Her hosts visit the village and do not return in the morning. As she searches for them, she finds that an invisible wall blocks her path. Indeed, she is fenced in a limited area (can go for several miles in different directions). She theorizes that she is the only survivor of world-wide nuclear war. For companionship, she has the hosts' pet dog and several other cattle and cats; she continues to live to care for them for several years. Eventually, after tragedy befalls her, she begins an account of everything (the narration) that has happened to her thus far. Because of the protagonist's circumstances (trapped, alone, in nature), she writes only for herself and...I think...someone who would understand her position. The last words in the book concern the albino crow that she comes to identify with over the narration, and she remarks that she wishes that crow would find another white crow in the woods so that it does not feel alone. I believe that this book is especially poignant to those who have suffered some kind of depression, as the narrator clearly does. The Wall itself is isolation, a reality that is non-negotiable. She cannot leave her self, and so she continues to live to care for her animals, but also as sort of therapy to make sense of her situation. What does this mean? Depression brings with it honesty and a sort of calmness. A lot of people who have reviewed this book comment that it seems slow, too morose, no plot or climax, etc. This is all truthful. But it makes the rewards the narration gives seem catastrophically meaningful and gorgeous. There is daily routine, painful, tedious. Mucking the stables, chopping wood, planting potatoes, worrying about supplies and health. However, this carves out space for the narrator to rest and think, the only true luxury she has. The passages of her staring up at the stars, realizing how insiginificant she is, is the closest to the death of ego that I've ever read. It really encapsulates depression's 98% struggle, 2% pure, shorn clarity. It's a process. And along the way, she comments so candidly about the selfishness and pettiness of modern society with a haunting authority. It's feminist in that femininity is viewed generally as creation and preservation-centric. Caring for others is the highest moral. She does everything without men. Men, with exception of her cousin whose cabin she lives in, are viewed as violent intruders or shadowy memories. She thinks thoughts usually only reserved for philosophers (almost always male in literary representation). It is feminist in its essence, and therefore in its message. However, it is not declaratively feminist. I find this appropriate for the complete honesty of the protagonist. Even though she fears losing her humanity, she gains an identity and purpose that is deeper and more powerful than many people find today. These are more idle thoughts than a well-formed review, but to summarize, if you live a life with the horrifying clarity of depression, this is the best consolation prize I've ever found.

  • Linda
    2018-09-01 18:34

    In "The Wall", Die Wand, a woman in Austria is isolated from the rest of the world. An invisible wall has materialized during the night and everyone on the other side is dead.The novel, first published 1963 in Austria and now translated again into Swedish, is a picture of the psyche of mankind. Bigger than the fight against famine, is the fight against depression. Haushofer explore loneliness in all its forms. Eventually, the woman learns to accept it as a form of solitude. Her name is never revealed, since it's irrelevant. A name is only necessary when talking about someone, and no one is going to talk about her. She is the only human being. A dog, a cat and a cow become her only consolation, her reason for living. They live in a mutual dependence, and form a community, a we, that seldom is described in literature.The woman's life is a daily struggle, and there is no chapter divisions to enable the reader's breath. As much as her exterior is changing due to the hard work, her inner self is also going through a change. Her earlier every-day life seems shallow and meaningless, a slavery of capitalism. A civilization critique is a constant theme, and the human population is seen as a destructive force. Haushofer was borne in Austria in 1920, and studied in Vienna during the war. The lack of confidence when it comes to civilisation and the thought of the world as fragile can be explained through her witness of a downfall of a society. She very cleverly describes the unfathomable, surrealistic situation. The inner and outer world is melting together and raises the question whether the wall really exists in a physical form or as an opportunity for the woman's personal development. Perhaps it is a barrier between a life of illusions and imitations and a life, unique and existential, beyond the every-day life that is our existence.The Wall is a novel of great proportions about existential values. Never has the woman felt så important and unimportant at the same time. Important for the animals to survive, and unimportant for the force of nature. The heavy, melancholy realization about her indifference when it comes to nature is oozing from the pages. On the other hand she sees herself as having become a more clear-sighted person. The philosophical prose is arising the question about relative freedom. We think we are free in the modern society, but the woman is starting to question the world of conventions. What is freedom and who are we when we are no longer formed by the norms of society?

  • Maria
    2018-09-18 18:36

    Mooi, zeer mooi zelfs. Een fascinerend boek wat ik even moest laten bezinken, en het blijft nog steeds door mijn hoofd spoken. Het is geschreven in 1963 maar is absoluut tijdloos. Zo is er sprake van een onbestemde dreiging maar wanneer is dat nu niet het geval..De strijd van de naamloze vrouw tegen de elementen, de strijd om het bestaan, om te overleven wordt afgewisseld met filosofische bespiegelingen zoals hier over de tijd:‘Ich sitze am Tisch, und die Zeit steht still. Ich kann sie nicht sehen, nicht riechen und nicht hören, aber sie umgibt mich von allen Seiten. Ihre Stille und Unbewegtheit ist schrecklich……Wenn die Zeit aber nur in meinem Kopf existiert und ich der letzte Mensch bin, wird sie mit meinem Tod enden. Der Gedanke stimmt mich heiter. Ich habe es vielleicht in der Hand, die Zeit zu ermorden…. Man müβte mir dafür dankbar sein, aber niemand wird nach meinem Tod wissen, daβ ich die Zeit ermordet habe. Im Grunde sind diese Gedanken ganz ohne Bedeutung. Die Dinge geschehen eben, und ich suche, wie Millionen Menschen vor mir, in ihnen einen Sinn, weil meine Eitelkeit nicht gestatten will, zuzugeben, daβ der ganze Sinn eines Geschehnisse in ihm selbst liegt.’Zeldzaam mooi schrijft Haushofer over de band, de verhouding met de dieren, liefde voor en inlevingsvermogen in de hond, de katten, Bella de koe en haar kalf!‘solange es im Wald ein Geschöpf gibt, das ich lieben könnte, werde ich es tun; und wenn es einmal wirklich nichts mehr gibt, werde ich aufhören zu leben.’Bijzonder is hoe de vrouw toch vrede krijgt met de situatie:‘Heute, nach einer langen Reihe von Weihnachtsabenden, saβ ich im Wald allein mit einer Kuh, einem Hund und einer Katze, und ich besaβ nichts mehr von allem, was vierzig Jahre lang mein Leben ausgemacht hatte. Der Schnee lag auf den Fichten, und das Herdfeurer knisterte, und alles war so, wie es ursprünglich hätte sein sollen.’En:‘Zum erstenmal in meinem Leben war ich besänftigt, nicht zufrieden oder glücklich, abe besänftigt. Es hatte etwas mit den Sternen zu tun und damit, daβ ich endlich wuβte, daβ sie wirklich waren, aber warum das so war, könnte ich nicht erklären. Es war eben zo.’Uiteraard zijn er ook heel moeilijke momenten:Als ze in een spiegel kijkt: ‘Da kein Mensch mehr lebte, der dieses Gesicht hätte lieben können, schien es mir ganz überflüssig. Es war nackt und armselig, und ich schämte mich seiner und wollte nichts mit ihm zu tun haben -…-Ich konnte mein Gesicht ruhig ablegen, es wurde nicht mehr gebraucht.’Ondanks het lugubere gegeven is het boek niet beklemmend. Ik heb er bijzonder van genoten en hoewel de Duitse taal me af en toe wel hoofdbrekens bezorgde, heb ik door Haushofers mooie taalgebruik ook daarvan volop genoten.

  • Gala
    2018-09-21 13:41

    Reseña disponible también en mi blog: http://ceresplaneta.blogspot.com.ar/2...La protagonista de esta novela es una mujer a la que invitan a pasar unos días en una casa en la montaña. Sus anfitriones se van al pueblo caminando y no vuelven. La mujer va a buscarlos, y se da cuenta de que un muro invisible pero tangible ha aparecido de la nada, aislándola de todo. El muro parte de una premisa que desde un primer momento interesa al lector. Un muro que surge sin razón aparente incomunica a la protagonista (que no tiene nombre) y la deja totalmente sitiada en aquel bosque a la que la invitaron a quedarse un tiempo. Así, tendrá que arreglárselas prácticamente sola para sobrevivir. Es importante el adverbio prácticamente, porque en realidad no está sola. La acompañarán animales (vaca, gato, perro), que sin dudas son los responsables de que ella no haya muerto al segundo día de aislamiento y soledad. La novela de Haushofer podría encasillarse tentativa y apresuradamente dentro del género de la ciencia ficción. Un muro que surge de la nada cerca a la narradora, lo cual podría hablarnos de un contexto casi distópico o post apocalíptico. Sin embargo, el relato en ningún momento alcanza ese tono. El único aspecto que podría inducir a pensar que la novela pertenece a dicho género es el inicio y la aparición de este muro, porque todo lo que ocurre después no tiene nada que ver con ese tipo de literatura. De hecho, el desarrollo de la historia es realista. Está centrada más que nada en el día a día de la protagonista, y en cómo se las va ingeniando para sobrevivir en ese mundo que tan repentinamente cambió su rutina anterior. Ahora está sola; con lo animales, sí, pero sin la compañía de otro ser humano. Es por eso, quizás, que los animales presentes en el relato están bastante humanizados. Es entendible que así sea, porque hay que recordar que la narradora está en completa soledad, sin ninguna persona que la acompañe. Esa humanización de los animales no solo está presente en el hecho de que todo lo hagan juntos y que, también, uno viva gracias al otro, sino en cómo el relato va presentando las acciones de estos animales. Es común que la autora (o narradora) se refiera a los maullidos de los gatos como una forma que ellos tienen de que la protagonista conozca “todas sus penas”, o que sepa “todo lo que estuvieron haciendo” mientras no estaban en la casa. En un principio puede resultar extraño leer algo así, pero lo cierto es que esa característica del relato se termina entendiendo por el mismo tono de la novela, y en ese sentido la autora consigue elaborar un texto creíble dentro de las reglas que éste mismo plantea. Hay una cuestión de El muro que no puede evitar ser mencionada: la novela no es lo que se dice ágil. Por el contrario, es en promedio bastante monótona y repetitiva. No obstante, este rasgo de la historia no tiene por qué convertirse en algo necesariamente negativo. Si bien hay tramos que no podríamos considerar como indispensables para el desarrollo de la trama, tampoco pienso que eliminarlos fuera una opción viable. Es decir, más allá de que no tengan una gran importancia, porque repiten varias cosas que hace la narradora en su rutina (ordeñar a Bella, la vaca, darle de comer a los gatos y al perro Lince, juntar frutas, comer, ir de paseo al bosque, investigar el lugar, entre muchas otras), considero que el pulso de la novela, la forma en que está presentada y cómo se va estructurando tiene que ver con ese aspecto. Es en la monotonía y en la repetición de escenas en donde Haushofer encuentra la manera de construir el verosímil. Es interesante destacar, también, que más allá de que en muchos períodos de la historia haya momentos repetidos, uno no llega a aburrirse. El muro no es de ninguna manera una novela aburrida. En esa misma línea podríamos pensarla como una novela sin mucha acción, pero nunca como una aburrida. Ese, pienso, es un grandísimo logro de la historia. No aburrir al lector a pesar de contar casi siempre lo mismo es un valor interesantísimo (y bastante raro), y algo que Haushofer consigue a la perfección. La novela cuenta con casi trescientas páginas y en ninguna podríamos identificar un giro de trama o algo que nos sorprenda. El único hecho que rompe con la vida “normal” de la protagonista al inicio es la aparición del propio muro, pero luego esta irrupción se incorpora a su rutina y es, en realidad, lo que la termina definiendo, lo que termina diciendo qué podrá hacer y qué no. Ella hace lo que hace y siente lo que siente porque hay un muro invisible, que sin embargo puede tocar, que le determina su cotidianeidad. Hay hacia el final una escena que no llega a ser un giro argumental (porque no cambia nada sustancial de lo que ya habíamos leído), pero que sin embargo produce en el lector algo de sorpresa o, mejor dicho, imposibilidad para entender qué es lo que ha ocurrido. El final propiamente dicho no es imprevisible o inesperado. No responde, en realidad, a un suceso en particular. No termina la novela porque ahí debe terminar. Es, quizás, el final de una monotonía, que podría haber sido unas hojas antes o unas hojas después y no habría cambiado el rumbo de la historia. Pero este aspecto no es una crítica: es posible que, si la novela hubiera tenido un final sorprendente y espectacular, no habría sido creíble. El desenlace tiene que ver con cómo la novela se plantea y se desarrolla; en ese sentido, Marlen Haushofer es siempre fiel a su estilo y a su propuesta, sin plantear cuestiones que por un lado puedan sorprender pero que nada tengan que ver con el tono que la historia había estado teniendo. La autora logra crear un universo definido y muy bien logrado. El lector va adentrándose más a medida que va avanzando con la lectura, y llega a entrar en ese mundo de manera que le resulta difícil parar de leer. Es interesante, porque aunque no esté ocurriendo nada, por así decirlo, y lo único que estemos leyendo es la descripción del día a día de la protagonista, uno quiere continuar con la lectura. El muro tiene un poder hipnótico poco usual, y el lector se siente arrastrado seguir queriendo ser parte de ese mundo que nos plantea Haushofer; y esto ocurre a pesar de que sepamos que lo que vamos a leer no será muy distinto a lo que ya leímos antes, ni a lo que leeremos después. El muro es una novela muy original, que construye un universo inusual y logra encontrar el pulso de la historia en un aspecto que, quizás, no sería a priori el más recomendable para enganchar al lector: la repetición, la monotonía. A partir de allí, y paradójicamente, Marlen Haushofer estructura un relato distinto, innovador, que trata temas profundos sobre la humanidad, la soledad y lo que significa ser humanos. Uno termina El muro con la sensación de haber leído algo potente, y que sin lugar a dudas se va valorando más a medida que el tiempo pasa y uno puede analizar con más detenimiento la historia que ha leído.

  • Anja
    2018-09-04 18:33

    Rezension auch hier ==> Marlen Haushofer – Die Wand | AnjaIsReadingAls ich das erste Mal von diesem Buch gehört habe, hatte es schon fast 50 Jahre auf dem Buckel. Vermutlich durch die Verfilmung mit Martina Gedeck in der Hauptrolle (die ich übrigens nicht gesehen habe) wieder ins Gedächtnis der Leserschaft gebracht, wurde es im Radio als Lesetipp vorgestellt und ist sofort auf meiner Wunschliste gelandet. Die Geschichte klang einfach zu gut: Wie die Buchbeschreibung schon verrät, macht eine Frau, deren Name zu keinem Zeitpunkt genannt wird, einen Ausflug in die Berge. Ihre Begleiter brechen Abends noch einmal ins Tal auf und kehren nicht mehr zurück. Am nächsten Morgen ist die Frau immer noch allein, nur der Hund ihrer Begleiter ist bei ihr, in der Berghütte und stellt fest, dass sie von einer unsichtbaren Wand eingeschlossen wurde. Und auf der anderen Seite der Wand scheint es kein Leben mehr zu geben. Somit beginnt der harte Kampf ums Überleben.Das sind Geschichten, wie ich sie mag. Sie bieten unglaubliche Möglichkeiten, gewaltige Herausforderungen für die Protagonisten, Platz für ein breites Spektrum an Emotionen, Spannung und Atmosphäre.Und ja, Die Wand wusste von Anfang an zu überzeugen. Die Autorin hat es geschafft, eine wirklich packende Grundstimmung zu erzeugen. Extrem intensiv, erschreckend und atmosphärisch dicht wie die Geschichte war, konnte ich mich kaum von dem Buch losreißen. Leider hat sich auf den tollen Anfang recht schnell Ernüchterung breit gemacht. Spannung? Fehlanzeige. Emotionen? Keine Vorhanden. Das Potenzial der Story? Verpufft ungenutzt. Einzig die Atmosphäre wusste durchweg zu packen, was mir aber nicht reicht, um ein Buch gut zu finden.Der Punkt ist, ich habe mich furchtbar gelangweilt und fand das Buch alles in allem richtig schlecht. Das hatte mehrere Gründe.a) Die Erzählweise: Die Protagonistin ihre Geschichte nicht kontinuierlich in aktuellen Geschehnissen, sondern als eine Art Rückblick. Dabei springt sie wild zwischen den Zeitsträngen hin und her und spoilert sich dabei ständig selbst. Es ist einfach schrecklich, dass dem Storyverlauf immer wieder vorgegriffen wird und man dadurch schon viel zu früh weiß, was zwischendrin und am Ende geschieht. Vor allem, wenn man die gleichen Ereignisse mehrfach erzählt bekommt. Da bleibt kein Platz für Überraschungen und für Spannung gleich gar nicht.b) Storyverlauf: Öhm, ja, da verläuft ja nicht wirklich was. Nach den interessanten ersten Seiten passiert nicht mehr sonderlich viel und das was passiert, passiert furchtbar langsam. Statt immer wieder etwas neues einzubringen (Stichwort: verschenktes Potenzial), bekommt man sich ständig wiederholende Handlungen zu lesen, die auch noch jedes Mal minutiös beschrieben werden. Es nicht nicht sonderlich erhebend, gefühlte 4820348029348023948 Mal zu lesen, dass die Akteurin ihre Kuh melken geht, Beeren sammelt, Holz hackt etc. Normalerweise stört es mich nicht, wenn sich eine Geschichte langsam entwickelt. Aber wenig bzw. gar nichts passiert, läuft etwas falsch. So hat bleibt einem nichts weiter, als den vor sich hin plätschernden Storyverlauf zu ertragen und auf die wenigen Höhepunkte zu warten, die man ja dank der missglückten Erzählweise schon kennt.c) Überlebenskampf: Den hat es tatsächlich in begrenztem Ausmaß gegeben, erwartet hatte ich aber mehr. Immerhin wurde die Protagonistin nicht in einer gut ausgestatteten modernen Großstadt eingeschlossen, sondern in den Bergen, wo sie in der Jagdhütte ihrer Begleiter residiert. Welch ein Zufall, dass der Besitzer ein extrem vorsorglicher (oder paranoider) Mensch war und für haufenweise Vorräte gesorgt hat. Ein weiterer schöner Zufall ist, dass die Protagonistin gelernt hat, mit einer Waffe umzugehen. Und eine Kuh melken kann sie zufällig auch. Natürlich weiß sie auch ganz zufällig, wie man am besten Kartoffeln anbaut. Außerdem ist nicht gerade von Nachteil, dass das von der Wand eingeschlossene Gebiet ganz schön groß ist. Im Grunde gönne ich ihr ja die ganzen hilfreichen Zufälle, im Sinne der Story ist das für mein Empfinden nicht (Stichwort: Langeweile).d) Die Protagonistin: Ich konnte keinen Zugang zu ihr finden und bin nicht mit ihr warm geworden. Ihre kalte, emotionslose Art war so gar nicht mein Fall. Ihre Reaktion oder eher Nichtreaktion auf das, was geschehen ist, kann ich nicht nachvollziehen. Ich habe keine Verzweiflung verspürt, keine Trauer (immerhin hat sie ihre Begleiter und auch ihre Familie verloren), kein gar nichts. Es gibt keine Gedanken an die Vergangenheit, keine Hoffnung auf eine Zukunft, keine Selbstreflexion. Die namenlose Frau ist ein großer Haufen Desinteresse. (view spoiler)[Wie kann man über Jahre eingesperrt leben, ohne auch nur ansatzweise nach einer Lösung oder einem Ausweg zu suchen? Sie versucht ja nicht mal herauszufinden, ob sie wirklich allein ist. (hide spoiler)] Das regt mich echt auf -.-e) Das Ende: Okay, dadurch, dass das Buch sich ständig selbst spoilert, weiß man natürlich, was am Ende passiert und nicht passiert. Dennoch habe ich auf irgendeinen Knaller zum Abschluss gehofft. Auflösungen. Erklärungen. Irgendetwas. Aber nichts. Gar nichts. Gegen ein offenes Ende ist generell nichts auszusetzen. Nur ist das hier für mich keins. Das ist überhaupt kein Ende. Der Protagonistin ist das Papier ausgegangen und fertig. Logo…Ein weiterer Minuspunkt ist die Aufmachung des Buches. Durch fehlende Kapitel ist das Lesen unglaublich anstrengend. Diese fortlaufenden Textblöcke haben mich regelrecht erdrückt, passende Stellen für Lesepausen zu finden hat sich als schwierig gestaltet.Mir hat sich bis zum Ende nicht erschlossen, was die Autorin mit ihrem Buch aussagen wollte. Sollte es ein einfacher Roman sein? Eine Art Gesellschaftskritik? (Die Vermutung liegt nahe, da öfter mal über die Schlechtigkeit der Menschen sinniert wird.) Ist die Wand nur eine Metapher für Gefühlskälte die Mauern, die die Menschen zwischen sich errichten? (Dafür spräche die Emotionslosigkeit der Frau und ihr Desinteresse an der Welt außerhalb der Wand.) Ich weiß es nicht und werde es wohl auch nie erfahren, man könnte durchaus weiter darüber nachdenken. Aber dazu hab ich keine Lust ^^Was sonst noch? Der Schreibstil war ganz in Ordnung. Die Szenerie war gut beschrieben, ich konnte mir alles sehr gut bildlich vorstellen. Damit hätten ich auch die positiven Punkte des Buches abgehakt – der eindrucksvolle Anfang, die durchweg dichte Atmosphäre, der detailreiche Schreibstil und die zum Nachdenken anregende Bedeutung des Werkes.Das reicht mir aber nicht, um Die Wand als gutes Buch zu bezeichnen und weiterempfehlen zu können.Ob ich den Film ansehen werde, weiß ich noch nicht. Vielleicht ist das ja einer der wenigen Fälle, in denen der Film tatsächlich besser als das Buch ist…["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>

  • G.G. Silverman
    2018-09-09 17:21

    Quite possibly the most profound book I've ever read. I was unable to put it down, and read it obsessively over the course of a week. The woman's survival and taking care of her few animals while profoundly alone in the mountains was quite awe-inspiring, and her relationship with her animals moved me to tears. A must-read.

  • Maggie
    2018-09-19 19:39

    Stunning. About isolation and relationships with animals... it's just incredible! One of my favorite books.

  • Violely
    2018-08-28 17:40

    El mayor logro de este libro es el estado sicólogico que te genera desde las primeras páginas. Ese esperar constantemente que algo suceda y que la autora va alimentando tan bien con pequeños aportes. Es una sensación de desasosiego, de ansiedad que va creciendo y por momentos se vuelve insoportable, al final explota como lo haría una represa, liberando todas las emociones que fue cargando en el camino. Es verdad, por momentos se vuelve una lectura muy lenta y monótona, yo misma estuve a punto de abandonar el libro varias veces, pero sin duda que en las últimas páginas todo toma otro sentido, pero no por lo que te dice la autora o sucede en la historia, sino por lo que desencadena en nuestra cabeza los pequeños hechos que narra. Un análisis profundo de nuestra existencia, de nuestro lugar en el mundo, de lo que es ser un humano y nuestra relación actual con la naturaleza. Y cuanto más lo analisás, más profundo se va volviendo el planteo de Haushofer, tanto que hasta da miedo seguir escarbando en lo que te hace pensar y despertar dentro tuyo.

  • Kevin Neilson
    2018-09-03 17:19

    The plot is essentially that of Robinson Crusoe, albeit more boring and with a more back-to-nature theme. The protagonist becomes isolated in an island of sorts--a section of the Alps surrounded by an invisible wall. I read this in the original German, but I have to admit I skimmed much of the last third, as it became very drawn-out, and the details of the daily activities of the protagonist--collecting berries, chopping firewood, hunting with the dog--soon became tiresome. There are some genuninely touching passages, as she admires the natural landscape around her, which has retained its beauty despite (or because of) the disappearance of humanity. She herself is not very likable. She talks far too much of her sycophantic dog, and the violent incident at the end shows how far her misanthropy has progressed. The book is highly frustrating. There are never any answers as to why the wall appeared or what its purpose is. Science fiction buffs will be very disappointed. The wall is a just a contrivance. How is it that the wind blows through the wall? How is it that the animals always seem to be pregnant without males? Are aliens coming? What's the deal with the guy at the end? You will find none of these answers. Instead, you will just learn the lesson that the world would apparently be a great place if there were more animals and fewer men.Perhaps what makes the book so feminist is that her reactions are inscrutable to me. She does not try to shoot the wall to see if it punctures, gauge its specifications other than general location, determine if it is cylindrical or hemispherical, or spend much time thinking of escape. The wall is there; more she cares not to know.Aktualisierung: Ich habe gerade den Film angeschaut. Die Geschichte funktioniert besser als einen Film. Die österreichische Inszenierung ist wunderschön, und der Film ist nicht so langweilig als der Roman. (Es ist nicht oft das der Film besser ist, aber in diesem Fall ist er.) Leider war die Off-Stimme auf Englisch. Deutsch mit Untertitel wäre besser gewesen. Auch seltsam--der Hund hiess Luchs, aber in der Off-Stimme und den Untertiteln hiess er "Lynx". Wer nennt einen Hund nach eine Katze? Oder warum nicht "Luke"? Komisch.

  • Skaistė
    2018-08-29 19:19

    Tiesiog negalėjau nesusidomėti perskaičiusi aprašymą - "Knygos herojė, bevardė moteris, atvykusi pailsėti į kalnus, vieną rytą suvokia esanti atskirta nuo viso pasaulio nematoma, tačiau neįveikiama siena. Romane vaizduojamas jos gyvenimas vienatvėje, suvokiant, kad visą likusį pasaulį ištiko katastrofa. " Taip ir traukia perskaityti ir sužinoti atsakymus kas, kaip ir kodėl. Šiek tiek tikėjausi kokios įspūdingos, kvapą gniaužiančios, įtemptos istorijos. Tačiau ši nebuvo tokia, ar bent ne visai tokia. Manau, tiksliausiai įspūdį nusako ant knygos nugarėlės rastas sakinys "Paprasta, aiškia kalba, be patoso, kurį lyg ir siūlytų egzistencinė herojės situacija, parašytas romanas skaitomas lengvai, tačiau su įtampa, kurią kelia užuominos į netikėtą pabaigą ir kuri neleidžia padėti knygos į šalį." Nebūčiau pagalvojusi, kad tokia paprasta istorija, apie tokius ūkiškus, žemiškus dalykus gali mane sudominti ir įtraukti. Lyg ir nieko ypatinga nevyksta, tačiau norisi skaityti toliau. O ir apie veikėjos pastebėjimus, apmąstymus, jausmus buvo įdomu skaityti. Neįprasta knyga, bet man patiko.

  • Thegurkenkaiser
    2018-09-18 17:46

    Höh? Warum kennen das ALLE außer mir?

  • Michael Reiter
    2018-09-04 13:31

    Es hat nunmehr einige Tage gedauert, bis ich mich an diesen Review gewagt habe. Und ich bin mir noch nicht mal sicher, ob jetzt schon der richtige Zeitpunkt dafür ist. Nachdem man die Texte ja jederzeit verändern und verbessern kann, fang ich einfach mal damit an:Ich weiß nicht, wann mich ein Trivialmedium, das ich zur Unterhaltung konsumiert habe, zuletzt so lange beschäftigt hat. Es gibt durchaus Bücher und auch Filme, die nachhallen, einen Eindruck hinter- und mich für einige Zeit nachdenklich sein lassen. Immer wieder. Zum Glück. Und dann gibt es "Die Wand" von Marlen Haushofer.Nur ungefähr das erste Viertel des Buches konnte ich als eine Geschichte, als den wunderschön dargebrachten "Bericht" der Protagonistin lesen, dann wurde es für mich mehr und mehr zu einer Metapher.Was ist der Sinn des Lebens? Was ist der Sinn des Überlebens? Hat es überhaupt einen Sinn? Liegt der Sinn im Überleben darin, anderes Leben zu unterstützen, zu ermöglichen? Ist Trauer über einen Verlust eigentlich nichts anderes als Selbstmitleid? Haben wir nicht alle irgendwo unsere Wand, an die wir aus Gewohnheit nur noch selten denken? Wer kann sich hinter unsere Wand verirren und tut uns das gut? Wie hoch ist die Wahrscheinlichkeit, dass es auf meiner Seite der Wand tatsächlich trotzdem sicherer ist als auf der anderen Seite?Man sieht schon - Fragen über Fragen. Und keine davon ist abschließend zu beantworten, sondern nur jeweils situativ in der eigenen Wirklichkeit einer Wahrheit nahekommend, die sich im nächsten Moment schon wieder ganz anders darstellen kann.Dieser Bericht, angereichert um die wenigen biografischen Details, die mir zu Haushofer bekannt sind, machen "Die Wand" zu einem Werk, das mich tief bewegt und zum Nachdenken gebracht hat und das immer noch nachwirkt.Ich freue mich jetzt schon darauf das Buch in einigen Jahren wieder zur Hand zu nehmen und mit den Augen einer neuen Wahrheit und vielleicht auch mit einer Wand, die sich ein kleines bisschen verschoben hat, erneut erleben zu können.

  • David Ramirer
    2018-09-12 17:44

    ein buch, welches auf geschickte art und weise essentielle lebensgrundlagen transportiert und transparent macht. die transparente, gläserne, harte und kalte wand, die die protagonistin plötzlich von der zivilisation abtrennt, trennt auch den leser von der protagonistin, weil ihre erfahrungswelten isoliert aber frei sichtbar dargestellt werden. was für die meisten menschen eine horrorvision ist - plötzlich völlig alleine inmitten einer nur kaum bezähmbaren natur zu sein - wird für die frau hinter der wand zum "eigentlichen leben", das sie immer gesucht hat. fast ist dieses buch science fiction (weil die herkunft der wand und deren technische begründung im hintergrund als frage verbleibt) aber es bleibt in der gegenwart, auf eine warme, umarmende art und weise. die klare sprache, die bildhaften schilderungen der notwendigen maßnahmen um alleine im wald überleben zu können (ohne survivaltraining!) machen die protagonistin zu einer nachvollziehbaren figur, die man am ende des buches gut zu kennen meint. bisweilen im buch auftauchende redundanzen und wiederholungen sind einerseits mit der zyklischen form des lebens selbst erklärbar - und, nicht zu vergessen: wir lesen das manuskript einer frau, die keine schriftstellerin ist... marlen haushofer ist es wunderbar gelungen mit der sprache einer anderen sich selbst ein denkmal zu setzen.

  • Craig
    2018-09-10 15:21

    A post-apocalyptic Doctor Doolittle, or ALL CREATURES GREAT & DEAD, this book pre-dates UNDER THE DOME by about 40 years and does that story way better. Haushofer is not interested in genre trappings, but rather in the internal life of a single woman thrust into a surreal situation. Because of this emphasis and my own thwarted genre expectations, I found myself pleasantly surprised by the decidedly feminist overtones of the story: this woman needs no man to keep her alive, and a life of literal surviving (bad marriage, kids who became strangers) has prepared her for the emotional isolation found within the safety zone of the Wall. What is even more striking is, sans people, how much more human she actually becomes. Gripping and heart-breaking.