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Liane Dirks: The love fear

"fear that shreds the brain and the heart in the toilet swallowed. Fear."

Although currently the Catholic Church for sexual abuse of minors came into the twilight, such an abuse usually takes place within the family circle, in which children are defenseless against this violence.

In 1986 when this subject was still a long way in the spotlight, appeared the first novel "The fear of love" Liane Dirks. From the perspective of four years of Anne, who is at the end of the novel 11 years old, we select the story of a childhood. The beginning of the novel already replaced from Betroffentheit.

"Once a woman came vorbeigepflogen our window. I was very young, but I grade was watching when they flew.
And then I learned that fly people can not. It landed with a dull bang on the stone tiles in the yard, and my mother said, which did not wanted to fly. The fall would have. "

nonsense design, and absolutely accurate in word and compaction takes this remarkable prose of the novel. The girl four years old, is the first sexual Annnäherungsversuche of the father in a dream-laden images are told:

"Sometimes at night, suddenly the dear moon before the butterfly net, I woke up, opened her eyes as the white moon face hung close to the net, looked like his dad and whispered good night ... "

The father is hotel chef and a drunkard. He "loves raw meat and wild life, lush women and beer .." , in a dispute with the mother also flies once the porcelain. Has he made something, it throws its donor rolls into the street. So she goat of Hamburg to Barbados and then to Munich, Rothenburg, etc. The father is very fond of shows, of course, finally we experience the story from the perspective of the youngest daughter, and of course she loves her father, the storyteller, the stories in his wake at night makes the dolls that talk then walk, laugh and cry, rant and bill. Reckoning with how the doll mum has treated them during the day. The mother has sad eyes like Ingrid Bergman, it has life differently. Not only one life between building and tearing off of beds and tents. The father always brings his daughters to bed. is

very successful in this novel, the viewing angle from the perspective of the youngest daughter. This is how the reader only that which tells us the perspective of this girl, and as she understands his environment. This friendly father, who obviously knows intimately with his daughters as his wife, this drunkard of Koch, who ingratiated himself into the souls of children in order to commit sexual abuse, insidious is going on, very slowly, step by step. The mother wants "to cover the shame" also the pastor, the trust the children to tell of the shame is different, and evaporates, because he is uncomfortable. The daughters live with the pressure to do something forbidden, because they have been shouldering guilt be.

"I do not not know if I want to see angels, I'm a bad child who does illegal things." Read

So are just 140 pages. But what for whom.

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Liane Dirks Wrong Heaven

three years before the disaster in Copenhagen, the convention appeared "Wrong Heaven" by Liane Dirks. Life in the climate crisis. The thermometer 40 ° beyond the border, ozone levels at dizzying heights, bungee jumpers plunge into the depths of absurd, absurd, yes, because the reader does not know why they do that also are exposed to ozone rigorously. They fall from dizzying heights at the window 18th Floor by where behind the window glass writes her diary, her writing life to somehow get a grip on, something to hold on life so that it gets even make any sense. For months, this heat, before hurricanes, Europe in the mud, because lakes were turned into seas. Now there is hardly anything Essse, the woman does not have cucumbers in stock, her daughter wanders around in empty streets. The woman is visited by several friends, also from Donati, who once had a puppet theater, an actor was, but now not caring even for his child that he can be as bad for too long under the deadly sunlight. With the woman he sleeps with a temperature of 37 °, ozone: 394 This will probably soon be her last tango before the excruciating heat and ozone, the fucking her life perhaps one could make farewell.


"Still. The world tends her skeleton to the east."

I liked not at the novel, not because I'm such a 'laconic sentences as they weave through the novel, does not like but because they create sentences no internal stress, is to say, I do not guessed it possible to heat , even from the threat posed by the climate crisis, not a breath can be felt. The language of this novel is verskelettitiert, I do not feel any lower dimensions between the lines. Only weak, clear images graze my imagination. The characters completely colorless, no characters. And that's really true. I wonder how one can write only as a novel, particularly since no substantive rigor is also to be found. It is a disaster. The characters seem so bleak and lifeless, as though scorched by the heat even the flesh of her bones.

course you can always come up with defenses, the author has deliberately written so mean, because it describes a sparse brittle world. Since I'm not sure, since Cormac McCarthy could represent a post-apocalyptic world unkarg, and it was still pretty menacing. Literature has also somehow always be beautiful, even if it is sparse, which will be described.

I'm assuming that this novel was a slip of the author. Her first novel "The love fear" (applies to Kiepenheuer & Dry) "as a standard reference on the subject of sexual abuse."