I’d been reading things that didn’t impress me, that didn’t
excite me, that frustrated me, and feeling annoyed with German publishers for
saving all their good titles up for the autumn season. And then came this,
Michael Wildenhain’s new novel Das Lächeln der Alligatoren. Like the other two
of his books I’ve read, this one is set mainly in West Berlin, mainly in the
seventies.
It starts, however, on the island of Sylt. Matthias and his
mother are visiting his brother in a home for the disabled where he lives.
Fifteen-year-old Matthias falls hard for a young woman who cares for his
brother, Marta. Three years his senior, she seems relaxed about his obvious
attempts to play peeping Tom and even kisses him, always in control of every
situation. This opening section is vibrant with teenage promise and threat,
laying out the blueprint for Matthias’s story as a whole, one of sordid shocks,
guilty conscience and confusion over Marta and her motivations. Wildenhain employs
his usual accomplished prose here to create a piece that would stand alone as
great, evocative writing.
Part two, however, comes crashing down on us with the weight
of lost innocence. Five years on, Matthias’s mother is dead and he rejects his absent
father to move in with his uncle, a successful surgeon and professor. Now a
student, he meets Marta again in a lecture. These are the heady days when
students stood up against their teachers, questioning authority and reading and
writing political flyers. We get a palpable sense of what it must have been
like at West Berlin’s Technical University at the time, close to the zoo with
its wafting scents of wild animals on the air.
Matthias and Marta spend more and more time together, but
it’s not quite clear who’s pursuing whom and to what end. What does become
obvious to both us and narrator Matthias is that she’s heavily involved in
militant left-wing politics, Wildenhain’s specialist subject, if you like. And
then comes the novel’s pivoting moment, something we’ve been half-dreading from
the very beginning, and it seems that Matthias has been used all along for
political ends.
His uncle is murdered in a botched political kidnapping
attempt, and Matthias finds out more about his past – not the kind of things
you’d want to find out about a man you idolized. Does that change the way he
feels about Marta? He’s unsure.
A third section takes place at some point after 9/11.
Matthias is now a celebrated professor himself, exploring the similarities and
differences between artificial intelligence and autism. Once again, Marta
appears out of the blue and things get complicated. She is wanted by the
authorities, but encourages Matthias to visit his brother. I’m very impressed
by the grey zone Wildenhain creates around Marta – is she a caring figure who
brings the brothers together, or is she nothing but a force of destruction?
It’s impossible to say, and that’s what makes this a great novel.
That subtlety above all, but there are other factors (and other equivocal characters).
Wildenhain’s construction is amazing, with seeds sown from page one, gradually,
gradually pulling back to reveal the big moral picture. And there’s the
writing, the rhythmic sentences, the expert changes of pace, the sex scenes,
the philosophical questions, the animal metaphor sparingly applied, the light repetition, the
binoculars as leifmotif, the shots fired in each section, Matthias and his
doubt in himself, something he never escapes even as a more cynical older man
capable of falling asleep in the theatre during plays about left-wing terrorism.
I read the book with a growing sense of horror, that
wonderful and terrifying feeling that life must go on hold for the duration and
that anything else is banal. It’s not a thriller as such but it has a similar
undertow, certainly building tension as the plot unfolds. My nitpick would be
that I don’t like the title – it seems to answer the question of where to place
Marta on the moral spectrum a little too unequivocally. Ignore it and read this
book for its philosophically sophisticated take on German twentieth-century
history and one character’s unusual family.
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