SAIÄNS-FIKTSCHEN? Der Leser begegnet in diesem Band sieben Geschichten aus einer möglichen Zukunft—aus der Welt der Wissenschaftler Janno, Jirro und Pavlo—, die dennoch nicht als »Science-fiction«; im gewohnten Sinn verstanden werden möchten. Als Franz Fühmann bei einem Gespräch mit Lesern beiläufig gefragt wurde, ob er SAIÄNS-FIKTSCHEN schriebe, antwortete er »ohne Zögern mit Nein!—Ich dachte an Science-fiction, wovon ich das nicht sehr viele, das ich kannte, nicht mochte und dessen Fundus ich daher nicht zu erweitern gedachte. Später las ich dann mehr, und hie und da gefiel mir schon etwas... Aber Science-fiction machen wollte ich dennoch nie. Dann, in einer bösen Krise, ich glaube 1974, schrieb ich die erste Geschichte dieses Buches, die »Ohnmacht«; ich schrieb sie, um eine existentielle Lähmung zu überwinden und fan in jener irrealen Welt und Weise die mir anders nicht gewinnbare Form, das, was mich quälte, in Worte zu fassen... »Sinn und Form« druckte diese Geschichte, und ich wurde bald darauf von einem Leser belehrt, das Genre der Science-fiction arg verfehlt zu das darin enthaltene physikalische Problem sei von mir in einer Weise angepackt worden, die für ernsthafte Science-fiction zu viel Kolportage und für Kolportierendes zu viel Ernst aufwende... Ein Mißverständnis. Um es nicht zu reproduzieren, beschloß ich, künftig derlei Geschichten als SAIÄNS-FIKTSCHEN zu deklarieren. Denn ich hatte indessen begriffen, daß die Personnage Janno-Jirro-Pavlo mir gerade wegen ihres etwas abstrakten Charakters Gelegenheit gab, auch andere Bedrängnisse und Nöte schreibend zu materialisieren, um ihnen besser begegnen zu können, Bedrängnisse und Nöte jener Art, die sich so schwer darstellen lassen, weil sie zwar der Realität entstammen, sie aber, die Realität, wohl maßlos überschreiten ...«
Franz Fühmann (15 January 1922 – 8 July 1984) was a German writer who lived and worked in East Germany. He wrote in a variety of formats, including short stories, essays, screenplays and children's books. Notable awards Heinrich Mann Prize 1956 National Prize of East Germany 1957 and 1974 Deutscher Kritikerpreis 1977 Geschwister-Scholl-Preis 1982
The book is brilliant, but it is very important to read it in the given order: from beginning to end. Because only then does the reader realize that all the stories create one, indivisible, coherent and perfectly constructed whole. Only then will the writer's excellent wit and, at the same time, the bitter truth about life in the GDR become visible. Because the supposedly futuristic world inhabited by the three main characters (friendly scientists) is in fact nothing other than the GDR with all its advantages and disadvantages. Even Marx and Engels appear in the background as authors of books with answers to each problem - with hilarious results. It is a real dystopia, stronger than Huxley, more logical than Zamiatin and easier to digest than Orwell's boredom - because it is funny and unpredictable. Note to SF fans: this is not SF.
The author wrote the first story (Helplessness) in an attept to overcome his own existential crisis. And that is what I love so much about this book. It grapples the hardest questions that come to all of us some time or other, the questions that can't be answered. After Helplessness, however, Fühmann leaves us room for hope. He laughs at us, for we are the ones who decide how to think, how to feel, what to believe. In the end, only beliefs exist for humans, that cannot be changed by the future nor the past, it is the only constant. And Fühmann tricks us into thinking otherwise. ACtions matter, but are they free?
The Heap is my favourite story in the book. How many makes a heap? As Janno takes out screws, one at a time, from a heap, and taking a picture of the heap every single time so he could capture the moment it wasn't a heap anymore, he realizes that he wants the "truth", and Jirro reminds him what truth is for them (and us). It might be partly a thought experiment on power (權力) posing as a discussion on solutions and paradoxes, but it is at the same time so relatable!
"That which had seemed incomprehensible or, rather, that which had seemed imaginable but never realistic (and thus all the more overwhelming)."
"Each of us must challenge the norm at some point, but you haven't learnt how to renounce that desire yet. That's the next which you must take, since you can no longer stay as you are."
And I also loved The Street of Perversions, The Duel, Pavlo's Paper Book, and everything about this book. 告白 Fühmann.
There is certainly an honorable tradition of political dystopias written in the Communist countries; this one is from East Germany about 1980. Despite its formal, wordy style, I found it interesting. The protagonists have professions as scientists and philosophers, but in "Uniterr" neither profession is practiced in a way I'm familiar with -- Fühmann takes the idea of ideology-driven work to lengths of absurdity. His intention is evidently to draw out the paradoxes created by the ideology, and the effects on the philosophers and scientists who certainly take it seriously, as a religious faith (a materialist religion? yes, indeed) but find themselves in some strange confusions.
Combined the incomprehensibility of the past with the incomprehensibility of the foreign. One of those books in which the prose just sort of rattles on and the characters shudder and gasp and say things and you have no real idea why, and in the end it all signifies… something?