This book is...different. To be honest, I'd give it three stars for this fact alone, because much of German contemporary literature does not take any risks, especially in narrative voice/style. So, a short form like Hoppe's "Verbrecher und Versager" is definitely not gonna be for everyone, but I'm lifting my imaginery hat to Hoppe for her guts to experiment.
This small book contains 5 portraits, 4 of them of historical figures, one of a fictional character, which the blurb sneekily doesn't tell you. They are: Georg Meister, Franz Joseph Kapf, Franz Wilhelm Junghuhn, John Hagenbeck and Leonhard Hagebucher. They have one major trait in common: the desire to leave their country and travel overseas, to see the exotic places that other people can only dream or read about. Indonesia and Africa play a prominent part in these adventures. While all of these men certainly encountered some bad luck in their days, and some made their livelihood through such dishonorable means as smuggling and stealing, they were not quite what I had expected when I picked up a book titled "Criminals and Losers" - the title is irritatingly misleading. Each of the men is given their own narrator who presents them - be it a researcher, the person's landlady, or a relative.
These are not straightforward narratives though. Felicitas Hoppe writes in a lyrical, associative style which strings together an array of images, whose significance only becomes apparent later on. She also works with the repitition of motifs or specific sentences which sometimes evokes a melancholic tone. There were a few passages that delighted me with their playful use of language, and I wanted to give a short example. This comes from the portrait of Georg Meister, who was a gardener and botanist:
Aber darf man schreibenden Gärtnern trauen, die genau wissen, wie man die Wirklichkeit pfropft? Hier wird beschnitten, da wieder bewässert, hier etwas zu wenig, da etwas zu viel. Und immer bescheiden in Gartenmaßen, Zäune vor Frauen und Kinder in Hecken, ein Sinnspruch gegen den nächsten Krieg, der die Wörter gegen den Wind verteidigt, bis die Flüche barock und lächerlich werden...Tatsächlich, er lebt noch, der König der Kisten, der Kräuterkaiser und Erdensohn, Züchter von frischem Soldatensalat. Bis er schließlich nach Afrika kommt.