This can’t work. A narrator who rambles through Benjamin and Adorno quotations, quotes Rilke and recalls countless places in Berlin which may be familiar to every hipster in Neukölln and every student in Dahlem, but are too exotic for someone in Mannheim or Hoxter and must sound pretentious, like the love story of two Young researchers in the humanities between Oxford, Mexico City and the German capital, cut off from all global economic and political courses. But it works anyway. Because Jessa Jessen’s “A Loud Song” has that fervor and sheer intellectual alertness that you rarely find on debuts and that you rarely find in German literature.
flowers in the dark
The relationship is over and the book begins. The nameless philosophy student and narrator named Gisa Jessen have been a couple for four or five years, walking for hours in Berlin and discussing everything under the sun, kissing in university halls and buying antique bookshops in the capital. What do you do as a student and a young man. But just because everyone does it doesn’t mean it doesn’t mean less to the individual. And Gesa means that, as long as it lasts and beyond the world.
“I find you so beautiful, it strikes me again and again, such happiness by looking at your face. As if there were something inexpressible, untranslatable, something in the arch of your eyebrows, the curvature of your nose and the shape of your mouth. Such a sign. Something I must constantly answer to.” “.
Writing instead of cleaning
A “loud song” is an elegy, a swan song of a relationship, a declaration of love delivered afterward, with a intensity that is rarely heard or read. Above all, however, it is a book very clear about one’s feelings and thoughts, the book of the great reader who quotes Lacan and reads Walter Benjamin and Theodor Adorno like literature of advice, even if she knows they won’t like it. Absolutely.
“I know I still have to separate the newspaper in the trash from the used coffee cups and clean my shoes in the closet—all these things belong to me, so to speak, waiting longingly to take care of them again, but I sit there and I can’t. I can’t hold my body and do these things.” Movements, the only thing I can do now is write them down.”
Lovesickness, isn’t that a slightly silly and somewhat worn-out theme for the book? Not if you take it so seriously, so relentlessly, with such a wonderful sense of form and rhythm as Gesa Jessen. “The Loud Song” is not a quiet song. The author sings every word in this book loud and clear.
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Raw material edition, Berlin. 170 pages, 10 euros.
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