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A Human Adultery Tale: Waves / Wellen by Eduard von Keyserling

Eduard von Keyserling is the latest German writer who publishers seem to have decided needs a revival. This is explained partly by his dates – he was born in 1855, and died in 1919 – which means there has been a flurry of attention upon him anyway thanks to the centenary of his death. My own edition of his late novels, which Waves / Wellen is included among, is a lovingly crafted hardback, filled with notes and the impressions of his contemporaries. The only problem is that it’s written in German. There are also new English translations of his works coming out all the time, Wikipedia suggests, including one of Waves itself which was released in 2019 and translated by Gary Miller.

Keyserling is interesting not only because he happened to die a hundred-ish years ago, though. He’s also the most well-known Baltic German writer. The Baltic Germans were the ethnically German ruling class who once inhabited Latvia and Estonia, a people who have now vanished for a variety of reasons. Keyserling is therefore interesting for representing a now vanished people, a now vanished way of life. But since every writer does that in some sense, we should perhaps look for reasons to read him elsewhere.

Waves, the short novel I finished yesterday, is a tender exploration of the life of a woman who has left her husband. It’s interesting to compare the life of Doralice, the heroine, with the heroines of the 19th century “adultery classics” – Anna Karenina, Emma Bovary, and Effi Briest. While those novels showed adultery ending in unpleasant deaths, here Keyserling tries to ask what life is like instead.

A Woman’s Story

Theodor Fontane, my favourite German novelist of the 19th century, once remarked that women were far more interesting to write about than men. At least at that time, he was on to something. The realist tradition often takes as its spiritual core the battle between the individual and his or her society, and since women in that period saw their lives and freedoms more constrained by society than men did, their lives generally provided a more interesting canvas for writing on than did those of men. It’s just a shame that our occasionally well-intentioned 19th century male authors did not realise that the “interesting lives” of women did not necessarily have to be about adultery or marriage. I forgive them, sometimes, this.

Waves, or Wellen in the original, was published in 1911. Taking place on the Baltic coastline, it centres around two groups of people. The first is Doralice and her partner, Hans Grill. Doralice, who only a year before the story begins had been living as the Countess of Köhne-Jasky in a big castle, abandoned her much older husband to be with Hans, who she met while he was painting her portrait. The second group centres around the aristocratic and respectable Buttlär family – father, mother, the mother’s mother, and various children – most importantly, Lolo, whose fiancé Hilmar joins them a little into the story. These two groups, forced together by the small size of the beach setting, are what leads to the novel’s central conflict.

Eduard von Keyserling is often called an Expressionist. So is Edvard Munch, whose paintings match the slightly expressive mood of Waves.

Doralice, or Countess of Köhne-Jasky?

Doralice, or the Countess of Köhne-Jasky, is our main character. By the time the story begins she has already left her husband for Hans Grill, who is a humble painter. Together they are relaxing in on the coast, making use of her money. But Waves begins not with Doralice, but with Mrs General von Palikow and her daughter, Baroness Buttlär. We are introduced to Doralice through the rumours about her and the fear that she inspires in other characters. Baroness Buttlär is so terrified of the influence this free woman could have upon her children that she forces them to go to bed early so that they might not hear about her past. The adults of the family are “like two fortresses, keeping out all those who do not belong to their kind”. (all translations are mine)

Of course such attempts do not work, and the children are fascinated by the beautiful countess. Waves is a novel about misperceptions, as much as anything else, and for the children their misperception is that this woman is a Romantic heroine. Doralice is far less passionate and far more human than they make her out to be. Even her love for Hans is startlingly normal, which is the problem. At times we are left asking whether she left her husband because of how awful he was, or because of how nice Hans was. Doralice herself sits and dreams of her old life, with its luxury and respectability. In meeting the Buttlärs she is confronted with what she has lost forever.

A Woman’s Identity

What is sad is that all around Doralice are people who, if not bad, are still unwilling to let her develop in her own way. From the words she remembers from her parents – “”when you will be married”” – to her old husband’s habit of saying “we” when he really means “you”, and even to Hans Grill himself (though in a less oppressive form), Doralice’s identity is always being determined by those around her. When she finally has her “freedom”, it is unpleasant. Locked out of society, but still by birth an aristocrat, her days at the beach are marked by idleness and English novels.

This is in stark contrast to the fishermen of the village, who are always hard at work, and to Hans himself. Although it seems unfair, Hans is right when he says: “Work and action – this is what we need in our lives”. For idleness is fallow ground for the imagination, and imagination (especially when English novels are involved) can lead to tragedy.

An Adulteress

When Hilmar, the dashing Lieutenant who is Lola’s husband-to-be, turns up, things take a turn for the dangerous. Where the aristocrats think Doralice is someone to be feared, and the children admire her, Hilmar sees her as someone to seduce. And within the world he lives in, his view is logical. Here, an adulteress is a woman who has shown herself to be a loose woman with loose morals. Within German society at the time there was very little opportunity to say that actually, one can make a mistake in marriage, and that the second love may be more successful than the first. And so, even though he breaks his fiancée’s heart, Hilmar sets about seducing Doralice. He takes her out sailing, he finds her alone while she’s reading… you know, the usual.  

Their meeting while she is reading in the forest is one of the saddest moments in the story. For Doralice is lonely, desperately lonely in her new life. And yet Hilmar, a new face, can only see her as an object.

““I was once told by a young Attaché that he thought it was impolite for him to spend more than a moment alone with a young lady without declaring his love for her””.

Doralice’s words made me laugh, but they also contain a deep sense of the emptiness of even what first appears to be passionate feeling. She inhabits a world – all of the characters inhabit a world – where behaviour is almost completely conditioned by society, and true feelings are repressed so deeply that they may never come out again. Hilmar of course denies that he is here to declare his love. But Doralice knows better – she doesn’t want to play his game. “”All of my ties with the world have been cut. You can either talk about the weather with me, or you can declare your love for me instead.”” Everything is socially determined, and Doralice’s deep loneliness is the result.

More Munch. Both artists, Keyserling and Munch, have an excellent sense for the intensity of loneliness.

Conclusion: Waves, Loves, and Other Things

One of the aspects of Waves that I haven’t been able to talk about yet is the style. Although much of it is written in the same realist style of Fontane or Turgenev, when dealing with passionate emotions Keyserling is not afraid to go into long, intense and very expressive paragraphs. Waves as a title calls to mind Woolf’s The Waves, and the beach setting and style occasionally reminded me of To the Lighthouse. Like Woolf, Keyserling can write a beautiful, thoughtful description when he wants to. In this he is a transitional figure between the realisms of his youth and the modernisms that took over in his late middle age.

And I think that this is an important part of why this story is interesting in the first place, and why it’s worth reading if you can find a translation (or read German). Keyserling really gives Doralice a soul – he lets her feel. She is not as cunning as Emma Bovary, or as passionate as Anna Karenina. Instead, she is a human being who was forced into a marriage and life that were wrong, and who made the brave decision to walk away from it. Her story is the working out of a difficult relationship with the man she left her husband for, rather than one of passion and punishment. And after so many adultery tales, it’s nice to read one that sees the adulteress for what she really is – a human like the rest of us, instead of a lamb to be sacrificed to make a point about society.

That’s why Waves is worth your time. And did I mention it’s under two hundred pages?

Harsh Reality? Love and Class in Theodor Fontane’s On Tangled Paths

On Tangled Paths (Irrungen Wirrungen) is the fourth novel of the German author Theodor Fontane that I have read, and the third on this blog after No Way Back and Effi Briest. It is a love story, but an incredibly prosaic one. Its focus is the relationship of Lene, the adopted daughter of a washerwoman, and Botho, a young aristocrat and officer. The relationship is doomed from the start – Botho cannot possibly marry her. The great question is whether the characters will accept that and let what they have become a pleasant memory, or whether they will try to hold onto the past and potentially destroy their own futures. As with his other novels, Fontane writes simply, carefully, and intelligently about the social problems of the late 19th century. An old man when he published the novel in 1888, he treats his subject with corresponding warmth and wisdom.

Setting the Scene in On Tangled Paths

We begin with a house. Fontane demands a little initial patience – each one of his stories begins with a slow camera shot, drawing ever closer to a front door. The house in question is the one where Frau Nimptsch and Lene, her adopted daughter, live. From the beginning there is a note of plaintive nostalgia – Fontane mentions that the house is no longer there. We take this to mean that it has been consumed by the urban sprawl that transformed Berlin in the closing decades of the 19th century from a comparative backwater to a metropolis as great as any then in Europe. We are witnessing in this building something temporary as the relationships of the novel, but still we are asked to sit by, to watch, to find its beauty.

A painting showing a thriving Berlin scene
In the background of On Tangled Paths we have a sense of the churning development of the newly founded German Empire. Many of the locations featured in the novel had already been destroyed and replaced by new buildings to house the city’s ballooning population by the time Fontane published it. Painting by Adolph von Menzel

Alongside Frau Nimptsch is an old couple, the Dörrs. They grow a little produce that they sell at market. These four characters form the working class of the novel, an untraditional family of sorts. They bicker, they argue, but there is a tenderness and warmth here. We are introduced to Lene and her relationship through conversation between the two older women. Frau Dörr, whose husband married her in part because he considered her more attractive for once having had a relationship with someone from the higher classes, takes a somewhat cynical view of things – that one must remain detached. “When they start gettin’ ideas, that’s when things turn bad.” Love is not something that triumphs over all else, but one factor among many in determining what makes best sense.

Lene and her Love

Lene is perhaps my favourite heroine of Fontane’s. Though she is young, she evades many of the clichés authors, especially male authors, usually attach to their female creations. And indeed, perhaps that’s what I like about Fontane – for all his mundanity in style, his content is quietly revolutionary. I was genuinely surprised when I understood that On Tangled Paths was going to have such a focus on the lower classes. It was so natural, but at the same time unusual for a work of the 19th century. Though Lene is in love with Botho, her aristocrat, she also is intelligent enough to know that their time is limited. At one moment she’s putting a strawberry in her mouth for him to eat; in another, she’s admitting she knows this cannot last.

“Believe me, having you here now, having this time with you, that’s my happiness. I don’t worry about what the future holds. One day I’ll find you’ve flown away…”

Maybe words like these are dishonest. Maybe Lene uses them to try to convince herself to let him go. But they still speak to a deep self-knowledge and reflection, a kind of strength of character.

We meet Lene already into the relationship with Botho. They met after a boating trip went wrong and Botho intervened to save her party. That is in Easter, and before the end of the Summer things are finished between them. Time is short, and they aim to spend it well. One day, they go alone on a trip to an inn out in the countryside for a few days of peace and quiet. The whole experience is fragile, but beautiful for that very fragility. “Neither of them said anything. They mused on their happiness and wondered how much longer it would last.”

Botho…

Botho is less interesting than Lene, but then again, I’ve met far more of his kind in literature than I’ve met of hers. Botho is the kind of person I’d dismiss as a fool, no doubt because I see myself in him. He is terribly weak-willed, completely prey to external circumstances – his reputation, his family, and money. He is, at least at first, unable to do either what is necessary and part with Lene, or else to do battle against necessity and find a way for them to be together forever. Anything that suggests commitment he shies away from.

But at the same time, he is interesting more for what he and his role says about class in the early German Empire. Fontane is, after all, writing a book that is keenly attuned to slight and not-so-slight social differences. From the moment we meet him we’re aware that he’s not like the others: “He was visibly on the merry side, having come straight from imbibing a May punch, the object of a wager at his club”. He has been at the club, a place inaccessible to the women both on account of their gender and their class. He is jolly, but there is a hint of mockery about his joviality. When he declares that every station in life has its dignity, even that of a washerwoman, it’s hard to tell whether he really means it, or indeed anything he says.

…And his World

Fontane shows us Botho among Lene’s people, and then among his own. The change is immediately apparent. No longer is he Botho, but “Baron Botho von Rienäcker”. He lives in an apartment, with servants, with art on the walls and a bird in a cage for entertainment – the little hobbies of a certain social stratum. When he meets his friends they adopt masks in the form of names taken from books – Lene can read, but she hasn’t the cultural knowledge that is second nature to Botho’s coterie. He dines out with them, and we have a sense of further insurmountable linguistic barriers. Metaphors are invariably hunting related, or else concern the military – they are all officers. Botho’s enjoyment of Lene is tolerated, but not any suggestion that he would take it further. He is allowed entertainment, but not to go against his duty. He is trapped, but not like her.

A painting showing a restaurant scene of the sort Lene wouldn't have access too with her income and class
Max Liebermann, Restaurant Terrace in Nienstedten, 1902. Nienstedten is in Hamburg, but I like the painting. Food and drink is a part of Fontane’s repertoire of social commentary in On Tangled Paths. The Dörrs grow their own food, while Botho simply orders it. When he dines with Lene he gets filling meals of fish, but with Käthe he is forced into eating sweets – one woman provides what is nutritious, the other what is only on fulfilling on the surface.

But we should not judge him too harshly. He cannot truly know her life, just as she cannot truly know his. Each station has its sufferings, and while one certainly has it worse, we can only compare what we know. For Lene, the relationship is her life. “Lord, it’s such a pleasure just to have something going on. It’s often so lonely out here.” Her simple words speak to a deeper gulf. He can always find another Lene, but she can never find another Botho. Once, she describes seeing him in town among his people, riding. She cannot approach – her position is one of a spectator, doomed never to interact with him in the public space. She does not have the systematic advantage that is his by birth.

Two Perfect Matches?

Suddenly the relationship ends. Botho’s expenses have consistently eclipsed his spending, and his mother puts her foot down in a letter. Botho breaks with Lene, marries his rich cousin, and time skips forward two and a half years. Käthe, his wife, is a disappointment. Lene’s desire to learn is beautifully shown in a scene where she inspects a painting whose inscription is in English. She can mouth the letters with passionate interest, but their meaning is inevitably hidden from her. Käthe just doesn’t care. She epitomizes everything that Botho dislikes about his class – she is frivolous, full of empty words and phrases, and childish. Part of this is yet again a language problem – Botho wants authenticity; instead, he gets “chic, tournure, savoir-faire” – all French and fashionable words. He compares Käthe’s soulless letters from her time at a resort town to Lene’s misspelt but heartfelt ones.

And yet in On Tangled Paths there is no going back.

Meanwhile, Lene suffers into a new life of her own. She and Frau Nimptsch move out of their old home. In their new lodgings a religious man, Gideon Franke, falls in love with her. It is not the best match in the world, but Franke is hardworking, industrious – a new and modern man, through and through. He brings to Lene’s life much-needed stability, saving her from what no doubt would otherwise have been frightening poverty. Given a woman’s lot in the era, we should probably be as grateful as she is.

Pessimism or Realism? – the Morals of On Tangled Paths

Botho eventually comes to terms with his situation. In this lies the pessimistic, or perhaps realistic, side of On Tangled Paths and Fontane in general – no rash actions come in to save the day. But then again, no rash actions come in to spoil it. He doesn’t try to meet her again; in fact, he burns their love letters to better forget her. Lene, whose parentage is unknown, doesn’t turn out to be of royal blood. She doesn’t turn out to be anybody but herself. Botho, for his part, decides to find the good in his wife. It is not a wholly successful endeavour, but these things take a lifetime, and for Fontane it is enough to show the beginning of the process.

A photo of Theodor Fontane, author of On Tangled Paths, in his later years
Theodor Fontane. He started writing fiction when he was 57, and his works reflect that. There is a wisdom in On Tangled Paths and elsewhere, which though at times can strike one as pessimistic, nonetheless comes from a lifetime’s experience.

One day a colleague from the military meets him, Rexin, and asks his advice. He wants to know what to do about his own mistress: he hopes to marry her, or else escape Berlin altogether. He longs for “honesty, love and freedom” and hopes Botho will back him up. But Botho does not. He says that it is better to stop now, before the memories get too strong. No middle path is acceptable in the world they live in, and in the end staying within society’s bounds will always be the thing to do. It’s a surprisingly conservative message. But then, perhaps it’s the right one. The social bonds are simply too tight for anything beyond them to be worthwhile. There is no great love against the odds here, but we must remember that there is no great tragedy here either.

Perhaps “A silly young wife” really “is better than none at all”, as Botho concludes.

Conclusion

On Tangled Paths celebrates a pragmatic approach to life. Lene and Botho may not elsewhere reach the heights of bliss that they had had together, but they also remain alive and happy (enough) when the novel draws to a close. In the 19th century novel this is already a great achievement. The message that love does not, or oughtn’t, conquer all may strike us as pessimistic or overly conservative, but I find it hard to argue with here. Lene perhaps is perhaps right in her parting words to Botho: “If you’ve had a beautiful dream you should thank God for it and not complain when the dream ends and reality returns.” Better to have a beautiful dream than see life become a nightmare.

I have come to love Fontane. His novels are short, but they each display a great deal of variety in their subject matter, and they are all extremely well-written. However boring they may appear, they are all worthy of close and repeated reading. The only shame is that with On Tangled Paths I have now reached the end of Fontane’s novels easily available in English translation. There exist versions of both Jenny Treibel, and of The Stechlin, but they are hard to find. I may be forced, alas, to read him in the original again, as I did Effi. Luckily, Fontane’s worth it. Wish me luck!

Theodor Fontane’s Irretrievable / No Way Back

Theodor Fontane’s Irretrievable, also translated as No Way Back (German: Unwiederbringlich), is a carefully constructed social drama in the same vein as his Effi Briest, which I’ve written about here. Fontane, who is little known outside of his native Germany, belongs to the same group of masterful European realists as Flaubert and Turgenev. And like Turgenev, his novels are usually pleasantly short. Irretrievable focuses on the collapse and apparent reconciliation between a married couple. Count Holk and his dully religious wife Christine have, after many years of marriage, drifted apart. When Holk meets an exciting and flirtatious young lady, Ebba von Rosenberg, during his work at court, far away from home, he begins to doubt his marriage.

Is it too late to change, and is it right to?

Houses and Juxtapositions

I’ve noticed that all of Fontane’s novel begin with descriptions of houses. Though it’s a practice any modern editor would undoubtedly murder him for, nonetheless it serves its purpose. One thing I really like about Fontane is his use of natural objects as symbols. By natural, I mean the sort of things that in our own, non-fictional, minds can be seen with hindsight as symbols of this or that. A house reflects its owners, and in the Holks’ case, the castle already hints at various disunities in their world. For though Irretrievable takes place in Schleswig and Denmark during the time when they were both still under one ruler, the house has “a Mediterranean feel”. It is out of place by the beach on the Baltic coast.

The Baltic coastline of Irretrievable is peaceful and ultimately boring for Holk. Instead, he heads into the city of Copenhagen, where excitement can be found – but also the seeds of tragedy. John Samuel CC BY-SA

It is also not where Countess Christine wants to live. The castle was built by Holk recently, as an alternative to the traditional seat of his family, which lies inland. She and he have lived in both buildings, and she prefers the original. For her, it is associated with the happier days of her marriage. So, immediately, we have one spouse who has moved forward, and another who is looking back. This kind of division runs through Irretrievable and will be one source of its ultimate tragedy.

Indeed, the danger of irretrievable lies in the sharpness of its divisions. There are two houses. There is the sea and the land. Holk and Christine live in the countryside, but Holk works at the Court in Copenhagen, which Christine considers a hive of immorality. The countryfolk are pious and intelligent, while the inhabitants of the city are playful and mysterious. For Holk, once he decides to move away from Christine, there can be no gradualism, and no clear compromise. It is either one extreme, or the other. And although he thinks otherwise, he is not suited for either option.

Holk and the Crisis of Masculinity

Holk is an insecure man. Early on the narrator informs us that he finds Christine too perfect, while she herself wishes he were more so. “He would be the ideal husband, if only he had some ideals”, she says. Without ideals he thinks only of the present, while she thinks both of the past – in her mourning both of a deceased child and of the old house – and of the future – in considering where the two living children will go to school to finish their education. And so Holk falls into flirtation, an action marked by its disregard of past affections and future consequences. He flirts both with the daughter of his landlady, Brigitte Hansen, and with Ebba von Rosenberg, the companion of the Danish princess whom he serves.

For Holk, life with Christine at their castle by the sea is dreadfully dull, and flirtation is exciting. He imagines that he is moving beyond the strict social constraints of that pious coastal life, but he doesn’t realise that flirting just brings him into another set of social codes, of whose very existence he is blissfully unaware. He thinks that Ebba is interested in him, and indeed their affection is consummated over the course of a single hour, but when he’s next seen by the Princess she shuns him for breaking the rules of Copenhagen society. While Holk thinks that he must propose to Ebba, he doesn’t realise that she considers her brief romance with him to be a simple game, and she rejects him harshly.

Interior 1899 Vilhelm Hammershoi 1864-1916 Presented in memory of Leonard Borwick by his friends through the Art Fund 1926 http://www.tate.org.uk/art/work/N04106  Creative Commons CC-BY-NC-ND (3.0 Unported). Photo @ Tate

Holk is guilty of a traditionally masculine overconfidence. He lacks the emotional intelligence to notice the social constraints he has flouted until it is too late. In the same way, when he first meets Ebba, he tries to impress her with his knowledge of genealogy, trying to guess her origins. But in spite of his impressive memory, she reveals that she is the granddaughter of a court Jew, which shames him and reveals his racial prejudices also. Holk, having rejected one world, finds himself failing to enter the new one too. He doesn’t notice the rules until it’s too late. At the end of the book he returns painfully to Christine to beg forgiveness; meanwhile, Ebba has made a fantastic marriage to an extremely rich Englishman. She, at least, understood how to play the game.

Speech, Style, and Structure

Fontane is a master of dialogue. It sounds realistic and advances the plot, which I suppose is all we can ask for, given the novel’s ambitions. But in Irretrievable dialogue isn’t the only way that the plot is advanced, however, and there are a number of cool little tactics I think are worth dwelling on. One of these is connected to the novel’s setting. Much of the novel’s action takes place in Denmark proper, where Holk works at court. News comes predominantly from letters, whether from his wife, his brother-in-law, or someone else. That means that news is delayed, but it also means that news is open to interpretation. Holk constantly misreads letters, assuming a different tone than is actually there. This is in part because he wants to justify his infidelity to himself. The reader, because the narration follows Holk closely, is consequently led along with his delusions.

Fontane thus gives us a narrative that seems at first flat, by which I mean there are few key moments of change – rather we just witness the gradual moral decline of Holk. But because he isn’t aware of this, Fontane makes the reader responsible for finding significance in his actions and inactions. For example, there is the way that he first promises Christine he will be home for Christmas… and then by new year he is still in Denmark. The narrative rarely draws attention to this, but so the reader must pay attention to connect the dots.

Paying attention also reveals a certain degree of irony in the narration, of the sort that Holk himself seems incapable of picking up on. “Christine was unable to write because she was ill. It couldn’t be said that this information made much impression on him.”, is one example. Uncertainty is carefully maintained all through the story, providing an implicit contrast to Holk’s self-assurance in his interpretation of events. One such example lies at the end of the book, warning of the final tragedy of it all – “Holk’s dream was fulfilled, or seemed about to be fulfilled”. This use of “seemed” repeats at key moments throughout. In Irretrievable Fontane artfully uses a seemingly straightforward narrative only to reveal its – and Holk’s – ultimate illusory control over events. It’s quite clever, really.

The Title – the Shades of Meaning of Irretrievable / No Way Back

Irretrievable takes place in 1859-1861, towards the end of Danish control of the duchies of Schleswig and Holstein. Politics and history are not of prime importance, but they already add a shade of meaning to the title of Irretrievable. Readers familiar with German history know what none of the characters can yet know – that the uneasy presence in Denmark of two duchies containing a sizeable ethnic German population will not last more than a few years after the novel ends. Holk, as an ethnic German serving an aging Princess in the Danish court, has an uncertain future even before his infidelity is considered. What Irretrievable becomes, then, is also a record of a dying place, culture, and identity.

Irretrievable refers, more obviously however, to the state of Christine and Holk’s marriage. Their relationship goes from tranquil distance at the beginning to – ultimately – Christine’s suicide under the waves. Yet this suicide comes only pages after a renewal of their marriage vows, after Holk’s return following their separation. There are few signs that there really was no way back. So the title, although it speaks to the inevitability of the plot, doesn’t speak to the reality of the situation. Rather, it reflects a single character’s view on things – Christine’s. It is she who cannot move on from first the loss of her child, and then Holk’s infidelity. The simplicity of the title conceals the ultimate fragility of the viewpoint it expresses.

Theodor Fontane himself lost a child, so had plenty of reasons to feel Christine’s position. Nonetheless, he knew that staying in the past could only lead to further tragedy.

The idea of irretrievability also has some relevance to Holk’s age. In the novel he is not old, but at about forty, he is also not young either. His dalliance with Ebba reflects ultimately how out of touch he is as to his true identity as an aging family man. He can try to flirt and flout convention, but in the end, he does not belong to that world anymore, and his failure is inevitable.

Conclusion

There’s no way back to the youth we’ve lost, just as there’s no way to remove the fact of death’s loss from out hearts. But we can move on and try again to find life and love beyond them. Holk returns to Christine after his infidelity and they even renew their marriage vows. She, however, is unable to move on. Being locked in the past only leads to an ever-greater dislocation from the present, and one that proves ultimately fatal for her. Fontane wrote Irretrievable in the aftermath of the death of one of his own children, and it’s easy to see how its theme could be dear to him. For although on one level this is simply a book about an adulterous adventure gone wrong, at a deeper level it is about whether we choose to live in the past or try to find life in the present.

I enjoyed it a lot.

For more Fontane, here’s my review of Effi Briest.