I have a new line on my face. It is vertical, on my forehead.
I am still mourning my cat, Helen. Torrents of tears. In her last moments, my husband said, “Kat, she’s still looking for you.” I quickly moved my face to the side where she had moved her darling face.
We picked up Helen’s ashes this week. The box is so tiny, wrapped in bubble wrap. And yet it’s still a connection to her. It’s what’s left, and we’ll bury her in the spring.
Crying is what we women are told not to do. We stifle our emotions because wrinkles will spoil our looks. After a certain age, we don’t care.
I do feel sad. And this week I have experimented with not smiling in public. Why should I smile at clerks, cashiers, dog-walkers (though the dogs are adorable), mammography technicians, or rude Millennials and iGens hogging the sidewalk as they text while walking? The only time I see people smiling in public these days is when they’re trying to “hook up” with someone (and isn’t that a distasteful phrase? Like a phone!)
And guess what I learned? Smile or don’t smile, it doesn’t matter.
People barely look up from their phones anyway.
ARTHUR SCHNITZLER’S DESIRE AND DELUSION: THREE NOVELLAS, TRANSLATED BY MARGRET SCHAEFER.
His fiction is strangely modern, and his quiet style an effective underpinning of psychological realism and a contrast to the violence. I recommend Vienna 1900: Games of Life and Death, a Penguin collection of four short stories published in the 1970s.
Recently I discovered Margaret Schaefer’s modern translations, which are published by Ivan R. Dee, and are more accessible. I love long-form fiction, so I was eager to read Desire and Delusion: Three Novellas. These superb novellas, Flight into Darkness, Dying, and Fräulein Else, are linked by the theme of death and delusion.
In the Dostoevskian novella, Flight into Darkness, the antihero, Robert, a commissioner, struggles with paranoia at the end of the six-month trip which a doctor prescribed as a cure for a nervous breakdown. The story begins at a hotel after Robert breaks up with his girlfriend Alberta, who fell in love and left him for an American tourist. He second-guesses himself : was he right to let her go? Was that crazy? Should he have fought for her? Would it have made a difference? But he feels quite calm as he says goodbye to his acquaintances at the hotel. On the train, however, he loses “his pleasant feeling of anticipation.”
Schnitzler’s interior monologue captures his horrifying psychological imbalance.
What he found…was no longer delight but rather a strange anxiety, as though he were being carried toward a crisis involving a significant, serious decision…. Would he now, after the many restful and easy moments of the last few months, be overcome once more by that incomprehensible something that could hardly be captured in thought–let alone words–and that seemed ominously to threaten something worse.
As Robert descends into madness, he wonders if his ex-girlfriend Alberta really left him for another man, or if he killed her in the woods. He is relieved to get a letter saying she has gotten married in Chicago. Thank God! He was delusional! But then he begins to fixate on his brother Otto, who years ago agreed to kill Robert if he ever went out of his mind. He thinks Robert is planning to kill him.
This does not end well!
Masterful, realistic, and beautifully-written psychological fiction.
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The only thing by Schnitzler I have read is his novel The Road into the Open, and it was outstanding. Written before WWI, it is a picture of life in Vienna, with a take on the antisemitism of the times.
He is a remarkable writer! Some of his books are free at Project Gutenberg and Internet Archive, though they are probably old translations.
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