at the beginning of this extraordinary novel, a woman stands on the cliffs above the raging sea, and considered whether to jump down. Or, the Spray does not see himself backward into the fall. You decide, fortunately, and not for the first Time.
three years ago, Sonja Bräuning inhabited, in the meantime, the sparsely furnished and guests hardly frequented Hotel on the coast of Wales. How and why you got there, Karl-Heinz Ott told in such a detailed and plausible that you registered only after reading in amazement the almost 150 pages of small extent.
And every Morning, the sea is not living by a very refined narrative stance, and certainly not a spectacular story: a look at the Plot, you might think of a ZDF-TV movie. However, as the individual components of the paper, unobtrusive and artfully to the psycho-gram of a crumbled existence to be arranged, and how in a counter-movement is depicted as the protagonist picks up these shards and re-adds them together to save, this is great art.
To the roof
Sonja Bräuning to blame for a woman who has lost everything. Together with her husband, Bruno, she has guided on the lake of Constance, a renowned Restaurant attached to a Hotel: The Lindenhof was famous beyond the country’s borders, Kohl and Chirac have dined here, the cuisine has been awarded with a star. But Bruno, the great Absent of the novel, was good for the show circus that is required of a player in the top gastronomy: He was an artist at the stove, not less but also not more.
He didn’t run in the evening from table to table to chat with the guests. Public appearances were to him an agony. One day, the star was gone. Bruno began to drink his well-stocked wine cellar empty. Whether he has ultimately helped to his death by pills or not, remains open. The result, however, is clear: A widow in my early 60s, it was always used to playing the charming hostess and lead to a house that is now in need of renovation and up under the roof in debt.
in previous novels, Karl-Heinz Ott has shown himself as a subtle portraitist of bourgeois worlds and their fragility. His new novel, however, in elegance, and compression to a new level of quality. Basically, Ott, Sonja Bräunings shows life as a long string of personal defeats and humiliations, which have only just begun with the death of her husband. That his brother Arno assumes the Lindenhof, Sonja in front of the door and of your for this hostile Takeover, nor gratitude, is only the culmination.
No metaphors from the finished modular
But what was her life, she remembers from the distant Welsh perspective, before? An existence in constraints. A dressing on a life that was not self-manageable. Growing up in the great mother, the education in a Catholic nuns ‘ boarding school, the training in the hotel business in Switzerland, then the role of First Lady in the Lindenhof. “You were always pretty narrow walls of the birth until this evening.” So Gottfried has Benn put it.
Otts novel illuminates in each of the short scenes aspects of life that was put together out of duty and unkindness, but promised in return for security. 30 years of service in the protected space of German comfort. A false sense that a time out should be, as it was for an Alternative to late. Almost too late.
There, where she’s always been there for Sonja Bräuning no future. Their Attempts to take as employees in the gastronomy feet, and fail miserably. So, this is the place in Wales, by a former eccentric guest of the hotel again and again told.
Karl-Heinz Ott can show an enormous amount: For example, that there is a gain in freedom can be to lose everything, to land in the self-determination of kitsch. Or the sea, in fact, as an outer mirror of the States of the mind, without having the finished kit, the metaphors of grip.
In addition, Ott, and this is not a literary category, but a further advantage, a people-friendly book.
Karl-Heinz Ott: “And every Morning the sea”. Roman. Carl Hanser Verlag, Munich 2018, 144 p., 18,- €