Or is there no such thing as 'too late'? Is there only 'late' and is 'late' always better than 'never'? I don't know.
Bernhard SchlinkIs this what sadness is all about? Is it what comes over us when beautiful memories shatter in hindsight because the remembered happiness fed not just on actual circumstances but on a promise that was not kept?
Bernhard SchlinkWhat should our second generation have done, what should it do with the knowledge of the horrors of the extermination of the Jews? We should not believe we can comprehend the incomprehensible, we may not compare the incomparable, we may not inquire because to inquire is to make the horrors an object of discussion, even if the horrors themselves are not questioned, instead of accepting them as something in the face of which we can only fall silent in revulsion, shame and guilt. Should we only fall silent in revulsion, shame and guilt? To what purpose?
Bernhard SchlinkTag: legacy second-world-war
Exploration! Exploring the past! We students in the camps seminar considered ourselves radical explorers. We tore open the windows and let in the air, the wind that finally whirled away the dust that society had permitted to settle over the horrors of the past. We made sure people could see. And we placed no reliance on legal scholarship. It was evident to us that there had to be convictions. It was just as evident as conviction of this or that camp guard or police enforcer was only the prelude. The generation that had been served by the guards and enforcers, or had done nothing to stop them, or had not banished them from its midst as it could have done after 1945, was in the dock, and we explored it, subjected it to trial by daylight, and condemned it to shame.
Bernhard SchlinkTag: exploration blame second-world-war
It was like being a prisoner on death row who survives month after month and becomes accustomed to the life, while he registers with an objective eye the horror of the new arrivals: registers it with the same numbness tha he brings to the murders and deaths themselves. All survivor literature talks about this numbness, in which life's functions are reduced to minimum, behavior becomes completely selfish and indifferent to others, and gassing and burning are everyday occurences. In the rare accounts by perpetrators , too, the gas chambers and ovens become ordinary scenary, the perpetrators reduced to their few functions and exhibiting a mental paralysis and indifference, a dullness that makes them seem drugged or drunk.
Bernhard SchlinkI reread the Odyssey at that time, which I had first read in school and remembered as a story of a homecoming.But it is not a story of a homecoming. How could the Greeks who knew that one never enters the same river twice, believe in homecoming? Odysseus does not return home to stay, but to set off again. The Odyssey is the story of motion both purposeful and purposeless, successful and futile.
Bernhard SchlinkTag: odyssey
Er erlebte die Stadt wie einen Wald. Er dachte: Sie liegt nicht auf einer Insel, sie ist die Insel. Sie ist nicht in eine Landschaft gebaut, sondern ist die Landschaft. Eine Landschaft von steinerner Vegetation, die den Menschen nicht gehört, in die sie erst Schneisen schlagen und in der sie ihre Wohnungen erst begründen müssen. Die Schneisen und Wohnorte können von der Vegetation auch wieder eingeholt und überwuchert werden. Manchmal stieß er auf abgerissene Häusergevierte, Trümmergrundstücke, Fassaden mit leeren oder vermauerten Türen und Fenstern – wie vom Krieg verwüstet, und weil es keinen Krieg gegeben hatte, wie von der Natur ergriffen. diesmal nicht der wuchernden des Waldes, sondern der wütenden eines Erdbebens. Und wie wachsende Kristalle die hochstrebenden neuen Bauten.
Bernhard SchlinkTag: new-york
Did my moral upbrining somehow turn against itself? If looking at someone with desire was as bad as satisfying the desire, if having an active fantasy was as bad as the act you were fantasizing- then why not the satisfaction and the act itself? As the days went on, I discovered that I couldn't stop thinking sinful thoughts. In which case I also wanted the sin itself.
Bernhard Schlinkwhy does what was beautiful shatter in hindsight because it concealed dark truths?
Bernhard SchlinkTag: lies
Schalftrunken, farbentrunken, freiheitstrunken - ich weiß nicht, wo ich bin und wo wir fahren. Ich habe vergessen, wo ich herkomme.
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