Malan was angry. The wall was thin. The drill bit was long.
What begins as a petty act of rage becomes a surreal collision with one of the most powerful men in the country. As their lives entangle in increasingly strange ways, Drill Bit unfolds into a quietly disturbing alliance shaped by proximity, accident, and the slow erosion of identity. Set in a world without borders or timestamps, where names are invented and culture is deliberately blurred, this is a story that resists classification — and invites reflection. A short story about transformation, and what happens when you find yourself on the wrong side of the wall, even when there's no wall anymore.
Die Geschichte umfasst ca. 35 Seiten und beginnt mit einem Absturz. Malan, ein 27jähriger Student wird wegen mangelnder Leistungen der Universität verwiesen. Zornerfüllt stellt er zu Hause fest, dass er zu allem Überdruss auch noch müffelt und als er sich waschen will, bricht die schlecht befestigte kleine Ablage fürs Shampoo und knallt auf den Boden. Das bringt das Fass zum Überlaufen. Er greift zu drastischeren Mitteln um das Problem gründlich zu lösen. Eine Bohrmaschine samt passendem Bohrer muss her. Man könnte sagen, er packt den Stier bei den Hörnern. Denn was nun beginnt, wird sein Leben für immer verändern. Durch einen Unfall gelangt Malan auf die andere Seite (der Macht) und plötzlich scheint alles möglich.
Die Story ist ein Freudenfest für Interpretationshungrige, voller Symbolik, Zahlenmystik und surrealer Wendungen. Alles scheint eine Bedeutung zu haben. Zum Beispiel: Die Formulare, die zur Entlassung des Studenten noch fehlen, tragen die Bezeichnung 12-5 und 19-6. Nimmt man das „wörtlich“ als Rechnung, dann kommen als Ergebnis die ambivalenten Zahlen 7 und 13 heraus. Glück, Verheißung, Transformation, Unglück? Die Ambivalenz ist bereits im Titel angelegt. Der Bohrer, der „(Drill) Bit“ weist auf eine Doppelbödigkeit hin. Bit kann auch für binary digit stehen. 1 oder 0, hopp oder tropp.
Ich hoffe ich habe nicht zu viel gespoilert, die Story ist absolut lesenswert und sehr gut und kurzweilig geschrieben, hat mir viel Spaß gemacht. Es ist die Art Geschichte, die einen - ähnlich wie in The Sixth Sense oder Memento - am Ende angekommen gleich wieder nach vorne springen lässt, um zu checken, wie war das noch mal genau?
Ich kann mir das auch gut als Übungslektüre zum Interpretieren vorstellen, nicht nur für Native Speaker, sondern auch zum Beispiel für den Englisch Unterricht in höheren Klassen.
Malan was angry. The wall was thin. The drill bit was long.
What begins as a petty act of rage becomes a surreal collision with one of the most powerful men in the country. As their lives entangle in increasingly strange ways, Drill Bit unfolds into a quietly disturbing alliance shaped by proximity, accident, and the slow erosion of identity. Set in a world without borders or timestamps — where names are invented and culture is deliberately blurred — this is a story that resists classification and invites reflection. A short story about transformation, and what happens when you find yourself on the wrong side of the wall, even when there’s no wall anymore.
By Mahtab Safdari
A generous gesture from an indigent author, marking the publication of the 51st book. Now available on:
Malan is a chronically irritated student who treats adulthood like a group project he refused to join. The university finally decides it has had enough and performs the academic equivalent of tossing him out with a broom.
He returns to the apartment he technically does not own, does not rent, and absolutely does not have permission to live in. The place belongs to a distant relative who made the fatal mistake of trusting a young man with a key.
After a long day of verbal combat with every authority figure in sight, Malan tries to fix a bathroom shelf. This is where the universe politely clears its throat and informs him that he is not qualified to handle power tools. He picks up a drill, selects the most ridiculous screw imaginable, and performs what can only be described as home improvement roulette.
The drill goes through the wall. The drill also goes through something else...
Here is where the story begins to warm up its satirical engines and this is the point at which the book reveals its true personality.
Through inventive Kafka and Dostoyevsky storytelling, the plot blossoms into a wicked satire about power, vanity, and the global willingness to mimic nonsense if nonsense is wearing a suit. Malan becomes entangled in a world where influence is built on spectacle, everyone believes whatever benefits them most, and authority can thrive even when literally nailed to a structure.
The humor is bone dry. The bureaucracy is weaponized. The dialogue is a slow roast of human self importance. And the chain of events grows bigger, stranger, and sharper without ever losing its straight face.
I absolutely loved this tale that can be downloaded from the Internet Archive (though I would love to get my hands on an actual copy). It is clever without bragging, brutal without gloom, and funny without flailing. It skewers power structures with the delicacy of a chef and the spite of someone who has waited in too many government lines. It also respects the reader enough to trust that they will understand the joke without neon signage pointing at it.
Anyone with a refined taste for sly, sharp, morally flexible fiction will not be able to resist this work where society responds to catastrophe by nodding firmly and saying, Yes, that seems correct. Let us escalate.
Thank you, Mahtab, for this wonderful little gem. 💎 💎 💎 💎 💎
Disclaimer, I’ve never met the author, but we are friends here on goodreads.
This is a short story about a university student that goes home upset over loosing his place there, and ends up trying to do certain home repairs with a drill that have a lasting impact on his life and on the life on a very powerful man in the country.
This is not a realistic story. It’s more on the surreal side of things, but the tone of it is consistent through out. There are moments that made me laugh, but there is also a more serious undertone. There is probably something in the subtext that I’m not getting because of cultural differences, but I enjoyed the read. It’s an interesting story, well written and an enjoyable read.