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B+ : effectively understated See our review for fuller assessment.
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Cold Shoulder describes a few days in the life of Moritz Wenk.
He's not in full midlife-crisis state, but he's not entirely happy with how he is puttering along as he is about to turn thirty-eight.
He admits: "his indecisiveness was starting to get on his nerves".
Today I'll make order, tomorrow we'll celebrate the summer, the day after tomorrow I'll pull the cover off my canvas, and start over.It's no longer a continuation, of a life that's gotten into a rut, but a re-start. In the book's pivotal scene, the slightly hungover morning (well, noon) after they had the guests over, Wenk is all enthusiasm: When I think that a new life can begin as early as tomorrow, I could whoop with glee. -- So you're sticking to that ? asked Judith. You've got it in writing, he said, are you sad ? -- No, I'm happy, but will I still fit in your new life, or am I going to be marginal in it ? -- You're the crucial thing ! exclaimed WenkEarly on, Wenk's evolution as a painter is described: His pictures had become less and less pictorial, he had systematically expunged everything real from them [.....] (H)e said while it was possible to depict reality, it still couldn't be grasped hold of, which he'd have preferred.Werner's slim novel has the appearance of the closely realist, a simple, factual narrative describing events, in part in precise detail. But it's a deceptive sort of realism, a fading in and out of tight focus -- to good effect and ultimately with devastating power when Werner (re)turns to close description of what would seem to be the most banal scenes, grasping for an elusive reality: Wenk ordered a sandwich and a coffee, they were brought to him at a cost of five sixty. He paid with a ten franc note, and was given four francs forty in change. He left a coupe of coins for the waitress, who thanked him.Cold Shoulder seems like a very understated novel, its calm not just at the surface but extending into dark depths. The story seems too simple, too mundane -- until the point that is the actual turning point, itself wonderfully (and horribly) mundane, the smallest of everyday chance occurrences that upends it all. Cold Shoulder requires some patience, and the reader's willingness to go along for the ride, even as the outing can seems at first too slow and banal. Part of Werner's point, too, is in not speeding things up: even the turn the story takes doesn't shift it into higher gear -- and it's this restraint which compounds the book's slowly building power. Eschewing the easy, familiar writer's tricks we've come to expect in modern fiction, artificially elevating drama (and the sense of drama), Werner, in insistently remaining true-to-life, crafts what is ultimately a much more resonant story. This is the sort of quiet, or quiet-seeming, novel that is easy to overlook -- there's nothing attention-grabbing about it -- and it's probably a hard sell; a shame, because it is a fine small work. - M.A.Orthofer, 6 June 2016 - Return to top of the page - Cold Shoulder:
- Return to top of the page - Swiss author Markus Werner lived 1944 to 2016. - Return to top of the page -
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