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Nicole Krauss' Storys beleuchten jene Momente im Leben von Frauen, in denen die Kräfte von Sex, Macht, Liebe und Gewalt kollidieren. Wenn wir Söhne und Liebhaber, Verführer, Freunde und Gatten zusammennehmen – wie viele Männer hält ein Frauenleben aus? Und was bedeutet es, als Mann und Frau gemeinsam zu leben – oder getrennt?
«Ein Mann sein» erzählt von den Zumutungen des Zusammenseins, wenn etwa eine jüdische New Yorkerin von ihrem deutschen Geliebten hören muss, dass er, achtzig Jahre früher geboren, vielleicht ein überzeugter Nazi gewesen wäre. Wenn eine Frau in der Wohnung ihres verstorbenen Vaters einem Unbekannten begegnet, der plötzlich ihr Leben dominiert. Oder wenn die junge Internatsschülerin von der Beziehung ihrer Mitschülerin mit einem älteren reichen Mann erfährt. In allen zehn Storys, geografisch weit gespannt von der Schweiz bis nach Japan, von New York bis nach Tel Aviv, erforscht Nicole Krauss die unkartierten, vielleicht unkartierbaren Regionen zwischen den Geschlechtern.
241 pages, Kindle Edition
First published November 3, 2020
[I]s there really no end to the uses and abuses of the Holocaust they will come up with? Here they are, riffing off a deep emotional chord in the country's history, playing on the moving stories her mother's generation grew up with, which happened far too infrequently but were so often told, of fathers and husbands, wives and sisters, lost during the war and presumed dead, only to be miraculously dredged up by the Red Cross and reunited with their loved ones. Rescued from the lost and the dead in some hellish DP camp, packed onto a boat to Haifa, and in a moving ceremony of the impossible becoming possible, the unreal becoming real, which after all was to be the hallmark, the speciality, of that about-to-be-born country, delivered into the arms of the one who lost them, who presumably never took them for granted again. And now here was Social Services, or Special Services, or whatever they called themselves, claiming even now, seventy years on, to be turning up, in the form of little old men in shapeless hats, all the love that was lost? And, so that no opportunity for hypocrisy should be missed, at the very same moment when they were sending their agents out with a plan to thrust these unclaimed old Jews into other people's homes and hands, they were sending out the police to round up the Sudanese in Florentine for deportation, and to pluck out of their homes Filipino children who had been born in Israel, whose first language was Hebrew and grew up singing "Ha'Tikva," to throw them into jail before kicking them out of the country they'd grown up in for good. What kind of fools did they think they were dealing with? (176)