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Auf einer idyllischen, verlassenen Berghütte: Dort findet sich eines Morgens eine ungenannte Erzählerin komplett isoliert vom Rest der Welt wieder - abgetrennt durch eine unsichtbare, undurchdringliche, plötzlich auftauchende Wand. So schlägt sich. Die Wand ist eine auf dem gleichnamigen Roman von Marlen Haushofer basierende Literaturverfilmung aus dem Jahr Martina Gedeck spielt in dem. Die Wand ist ein Roman der Schriftstellerin Marlen Haushofer aus dem Jahr Dieser dritte und erfolgreichste Roman der Autorin beschreibt das Leben. Die Wand | Haushofer, Marlen | ISBN: | Kostenloser Versand für alle Bücher mit Versand und Verkauf duch Amazon. Und viel einsamer als die namenlose Frau (Martina Gedeck) in der Literaturverfilmung Die Wand kann man nicht sein. Niemanden außer ihr scheint es in der. Was bleibt übrig von einem Menschen, der in vollkommener Isolation lebt? Julian Pösler hat den als unverfilmbar geltenden Roman "Die. , Uhr. "Die Wand" ist ihr berühmtester Roman: Zum Geburtstag von Marlen Haushofer. Sichtbare seelische Zustände.
Und viel einsamer als die namenlose Frau (Martina Gedeck) in der Literaturverfilmung Die Wand kann man nicht sein. Niemanden außer ihr scheint es in der. , Uhr. "Die Wand" ist ihr berühmtester Roman: Zum Geburtstag von Marlen Haushofer. Sichtbare seelische Zustände. Marlen Haushofer: "Die Wand". Was bleibt von einem Menschen, der in vollkommener Isolation lebt – eingesperrt in der wilden Natur?
Die Wand Navigation menu VideoThe Wall \ Hinter der Wand gibt es kein Die Wege Des Herrn mehr, nur die Natur existiert Mediathek Charite, und die Frau Grundschule Ulm sich in einem Jagdhaus und später auf einer Bs Club Der Roten Bänder Die Wand mit einem Hund, einer Kuh, einem Kalb und ein paar Katzen ein. Der Tod muss rasch gekommen sein. Am Ende, als die Frau einen schweren Verlust erleidet, verkitscht eine Szene diese Erfahrung etwas mit überdramatisierenden Zeitlupen. Wir trafen uns im Winter auch vor Ort in einer kleinen Hütte für eine erste Probe und um zu sehen, wie wir miteinander arbeiten. Das war eine Doppelbelastung, aber Luchs hat es mir leicht gemacht. Die Wand sollte Bikeparks nicht dargestellt werden. Viele Menschen lesen heute keine Bücher mehr, sondern gehen lieber ins Kino. Die Frau schreibt nicht aus Freude am Schreiben. Es muss klar sein, dass die Wand eben nicht greifbar und nicht begreifbar ist.
Only death will free me from that. You question, of course, the tale told by the one still standing amidst the bodies on this side of the wall and that.
They'll never give it to you, you know. The end of the world was not written to tuck you in at night.
View all 6 comments. Aug 20, Tania rated it it was amazing. It is neither. This novel is actually a portrait of courage. As others have said, the unnamed author finds that she is the last I read The Wall because it was assigned to me as part of a German Women Writers in Translation course.
As others have said, the unnamed author finds that she is the last person left after a nuclear holocaust. She is protected by an invisible shield and must learn to survive on her own.
The woman copes by writing a diary of her situation. She tell us, on the first page: "I'm not writing for the sheer joy of writing; so many things have happened to me that I must write if I am not to lose my reason.
As she writes, "I can't think who I should lie to today. The process the author goes through to come to terms with what has happened and survive is realistic and gripping.
The portrait of nature is quite captivating. Overall, this novel has an important message about what it means to be human.
It speaks to the need to work for peace; to come together to avoid creating a situation where this novel could actually take place.
It is an important work that I believe everyone who is concerned for the future of our planet should read. You will be moved and you will be changed by this book.
Aug 12, Lynne King rated it it was amazing Shelves: a-must-to-read , fiction-women , fiction , stars , books-to-read.
I stood up three more times and convinced myself that here, three yards from me, there really was something invisible, smooth and cool blocking my path.
I thought it might be a hallucination, but of course I knew that it was nothing of the kind. I could have coped much more easily with a momentary insanity than with this terrible, invisible thing.
But there was Lynx with his bleeding mouth, and there was the bump on my head, which was beginning to ache. When our narrator was invited by her cousin I stood up three more times and convinced myself that here, three yards from me, there really was something invisible, smooth and cool blocking my path.
When our narrator was invited by her cousin Luise and Hugo to go and stay at their hunting lodge in the foothills of the Alps for a few days, she was very keen on the idea.
She was a window with grown-up children and could think of nothing more enjoyable than a sojourn in the mountains.
But when her hosts went off to the local village and did not return the following morning, our narrator set out to find them. She took the family dog Lynx with her, who was the first to come across, and was immediately frustrated by what appeared to be an invisible wall, blocking their progress.
Put yourself in her position. What could have happened to them? She often thought about it but could come up with no definitive reason.
Imagine, you are alone in the world, and there are evidently no other fellow humans around. What do you need to live?
She found searching through the hunting lodge that Hugo had matches. So important for the fire. Yes there was wood indeed but not enough and so she had to cut more.
Luckily enough the right implements were there. There was also a sack of potatoes and some seeds and so she was able to dig up a field imagine the hard work and plant them.
But other necessities such as soap, toothpaste, clothes, shoes, food, etc. Also heating. We are talking about the Alps here, certainly not warm all the time.
The wood was soon used up. But then luck happens to enter into the equation. A cow suddenly appears when our narrator is out with Lynx. On the other side of the wall, her fellow cows were transfixed, presumably dead but how?
But she provides milk. She is pregnant and has a bull. Our narrator comes across a book luckily enough on births in animals and so assists at this time.
So milk is available for our narrator, and the dog. Then a cat appears. Another animal that has to be fed. So meat has to be on the agenda. Luckily there is a gun and our narrator, very much against her own wishes, is forced to go out and kill deer.
She finds trout in the river too. She detests killing but she has to survive. I wonder, if I were in the same position, would I also do that?
One never knows until it happens. Cat is never named. When the bull is born, he remains Bull but the cow is called Bella. Our narrator loves all the animals and has their well-being at heart.
She knows that she will always work as she has given up hope after two years that she will be found. What did fascinate me though was after she had been in the hunting lodge for several months, she suddenly decided to go out exploring with Lynx and found a small hut up in the hills, the area was known by the locals as the Alm, about three hours away by foot.
She decided that she would stay there in the summer as there were cranberries to be had and she could take the bull and Bella plus Lynx and the cat with her.
The weather was dreadful but in the meantime whilst she was there, she could trek back down to the field close to the hunting lodge and scythe the field for hay for the bull and cow and check on her potatoes.
There were continual periods of trudging back and forth between the two places. She was constantly exhausted and did I feel for her.
All in all this could sound rather trite but it is the writing style that is exquisite. I loved every word of this book.
Well life continues as it always will but then one day she finds a man in the field when she is up in the Alm.
This is the most incredible part of the book. In fact it momentarily mentally paralyzed me. We are informed of all of this via a journal that she is writing but she only has a pencil and this is nearly finished.
She has no idea of time as her alarm clock is no longer working and her small wrist watch, a gift from her husband, got lost somewhere between the Alm and the hunting lodge.
She only knows the time by the arrival of the crows and the rather odd white crow that stays behind. Today, the twenty-fifth of February, I shall end my report.
The crows have risen, and circle screeching over the forest. When they are out of sight I shall go to the clearing and feed the white crow.
It will already be waiting for me. I'm sure there's a significance to the white crow but I cannot see it. My, this is the most amazing book that I still keep on thinking about and referring to.
Goodreads, you are brilliant! So will I come across another book this year that proves to be better than this one? I very much doubt it!
View all 14 comments. I am going to be in the minority when it comes to reviewing this book. I love post-apocalyptic stories, which is why I was drawn to this one.
Unfortunately what I got was a woman rambling on and on about the sameness of her life. In the story, the nameless character is somehow trapped in a rural area when I am going to be in the minority when it comes to reviewing this book.
In the story, the nameless character is somehow trapped in a rural area when an invisible wall comes down and cuts her off from humanity. She can see that the life outside the wall is dead and that the only life left in the world is in her little bubble… life that includes cats, a dog, a cow, a bull and the author.
The nameless character feels compelled to leave her story in case, somehow, people in the future will find it and know of her experience.
She is losing her sense of being an individual and writing is a kind of catharsis for that. As I read in another review, there is no action.
There is no resolution. There is just rambling. I received this book through Librarything. This did not affect my review.
View all 3 comments. I'd not even heard of it until recently. It is wonderful. An unexplained and invisible wall comes down trapping the narrator in section of the Austrian Alps with only a dog and some basic provisions.
She has decided to write 'a report' of what happened, and so in looking back we get tiny snippets of what has happened in her present, just enough to tease us and keep us wondering.
The report, and nearly all of the book is a daily account of the activities she has to do to stay alive. But it is also so much more than this. It is not the food that keeps her alive, but her relationship with various animals, which in the end come to mean so much more to her than any human relationship she had, probably even her own children.
My only issue with the novel and you can see I overcame it, since I gave it five stars is that when she first disovers the wall she doesn't follow it to the very end, so it is possible at that stage that she isn't completely enclosed.
But don't let that put you off, if you like stories of the details of survival then read this. While reading, I kept wondering what was her point of living given that she is the last of her species.
She could end it now and she could end it in twenty years, in grand scheme of things, wouldn't change much.
Would it? Is it the ego that humans innately have being the intelligent species? Or is it wild hope that thrums through us all?
Is it the sheer will to persevere and break down walls of isolation and impossible? Could it be the innate nature in humans that makes us learn, adapt, progress While reading, I kept wondering what was her point of living given that she is the last of her species.
Could it be the innate nature in humans that makes us learn, adapt, progress and just live without giving reasons to exist. What Haushofer spins as a story here is a lesson in humanity.
Its about understanding our own sense of morality, view spoiler [The narrator loses her cat to a fox. She encounters the fox few days after and she is carrying a gun.
She could shoot the fox and use the meat and skin. But she makes the decision not to. At that point she realizes that it would be wrong of her to do it.
Fox did what it did as directed by nature. However as a human, she could be better. She could chose right from wrong.
The entire book is the narrator dealing with everyday life. From the day she discovers she is alone till the day there are no paper left for her to report her progress.
She solves problem one after next, documents her day, plans in her head what needs to be done next, takes care if animals, grows potatoes, and the next day, it repeats.
To be able to wake up everyday knowing she is one infection away from dying, one bad storm away from losing what little she has, she perseveres.
To her, hope comes from within. Her willingness to adapt comes from few animals dependent on her to thrive. Her struggles to learn basics of agriculture and hunting, is necessity for her survival.
Through all this, she doesn't let go of her humanity. She struggles to shoot an innocent deer. She rejects excess.
She nurtures the few animals around her. She reads what its available to her. She meditates in a way she slowly starts to understand the harmony in nature and everything it encompasses.
Its slow gradual progress that flares up her rheumatism, gives her aches and pains, yet she persists. By the end of the book, its been close to two years since she has been alone.
She retrospects on few of her memories as some of them seem to become foggy as her days are long and arduous. Yet, her "report" is her diary, logging her activities meticulously that she herself uses to reference.
There is inevitable tragedy as her dog and cat would leave her before her time. As would her cow. But the narrator finds herself calm and decides to deal with it when it happens.
This is easily one of the best books I've read in recent months. There are lot of takeaways from this book.
There are many perspectives that one could take while reading. In the end, it didn't matter to me why she didn't feel like giving up. In a world cluttered with ideas of perfection, aesthetic appeals and constant chatter, The Wall is a meditation on what makes us, us.
The story begins on the 5th of November, the day the protagonist, a middle aged woman, begins to write a report of what has occured over the last two years, since she became isolated in a hunting lodge where she had been visiting her cousin Luise and Luise's husband Hugo.
Some kind of unwitnessed catastophic event occurs, creating an invisible wall between that which lives and that which doesn't.
Luise and Hugo went to the village, putting them on the deathly side of the event. Sending their dog The story begins on the 5th of November, the day the protagonist, a middle aged woman, begins to write a report of what has occured over the last two years, since she became isolated in a hunting lodge where she had been visiting her cousin Luise and Luise's husband Hugo.
Sending their dog Lynx home before them, he becomes one of the important and constant companions of this lone woman, who must learn to survive.
Eventually she realises she is living in the forest completely alone, she is joined by a cow she names Bella whom she hopes is pregnant, an old cat who will also give birth, a sack of potatoes she can plant and some beans which she will also use to create a crop.
The book recalls the days, the months, the seasons, the work she creates for herself, the relationship between her and the animals, her nurturing of them and attempt to protect them from the harsh elements of the environment and their interactions with her, that remind her of her duty to survive.
Lynx prodded me with his muzzle and pushed me sideways. Maybe he didn't like the flood, maybe he also felt that I was miles away and wanted to attract some attention.
As always on such occasions I followed him in the end. He knew much better than I did what was good for me. It is written in a stream of conscious style that never becomes monotonous, despite the monotony of her days, she must live in the present to survive and that depends very much on caring for the needs of the animal life that support her.
She must deal with her own mental turbulence, discovering that her manual labours and constant activity, though tiring, keep her from overthinking and decline.
I found it utterly compelling and could not put it down. It is a brilliant novel that strips away the noise of society today and places one woman in a basic situation, exhibiting humanity's natural feminine instinct to nurture, to protect, to achieve and survive while intermittently falling prey to the melancholic tendencies of mind that threaten to derail us.
It does this without using any fantastical elements apart from the existence of the wall itself, making it feel realistic.
Marlen Haushofer wrote the book in the early 's and it wasn't published until , two years before her premature death at the age of The book was resurrected 15 years later when discovered by the feminist and anti-nucleur movements and has since been translated into 18 languages and made into a major motion picture.
Deserving of being categorised as a modern classic. Highly Recommended. Complete review here at Word by Word. View all 7 comments.
Mar 04, Owlseyes marked it as to-read Shelves: book-made-movie , dystopian-fiction , survival , austrian-lit , entwicklungsroman. It is not often that you can say only a woman could have written this book, but women in particular will understand the heroine's loving devotion to the details of making and keeping life, every day felt as a victory against everything that would like to undermine and destroy.
It is as absorbing as Robinson Crusoe. Up there, among the mountains and forests, a woman has got a cottage to live in, a cow to take care of; and dear dog and a cat, to start with.
Her writings, though, include blessed summer moments in the wild, using her binoculars for gazing at the stars. Fear, though, erupts often.
Out of the harshness a new self has emerged. One, a single one, she would like to unite with another white one…. The Wall was the perfect book for this strange time when I find myself enclosed inside the walls of my home, and have to count my supplies carefully and make them last as long as possible.
Thank you for reminding me of this book, Julie. Mar 28, Julie added it Shelves: austria , 20th-century. Now that I had barely anything left, I could sit in peace on the bench and watch the stars dancing against the black firmament.
I had got as far from myself as it is possible for a human being to get and I realized this state couldn't last if I wanted to stay alive.
Neither utopian or dystopian, this book defies its place in my reading universe: I don't know quite where to place it.
In a sense, it is almost a Book of Hours -- a 8. In a sense, it is almost a Book of Hours -- albeit a more secular, and less colourful version than its medieval predecessor.
There are no prayers or psalms; no devotions We have reflected, and given pause; and meditated, and given thanks; and thought deeply about those things which we barely give a glancing thought to, in the course of normal days.
It is an interesting construct that Haushofer offers the narrator of this strange tale: imprisoned in a walled universe: from which she can see that all life is dead beyond that wall.
Her own universe is bounded in a nutshell; a queen of infinite space, she is mistress over dog, cat and cow. The book unfolds in a long, mundane retelling of every action she undertakes: when she sleeps or rises; when she feeds the cat and walks with the dog; when she milks the cow and when she churns the butter.
It is a long, slow, dogged tale of relentless commonplace actions which, seemingly, delivers nothing. One could die of boredom in this nutshell.
And yet, our lady of infinite space, manages to deliver such a visceral punch, that one ends up crying with rage by the end of it all.
Since my childhood I had forgotten to see things with my own eyes, and I had forgotten that the world had once been young, untouched and very beautiful and terrible.
I couldn't find my way back there since I was no longer a child and no longer capable of experiencing things as a child, but loneliness led me, in moments free of memory and consciousness, to see the great brilliance of life again.
Perhaps animals spend their whole lives in a world of terror and delight. They cannot escape, and have to bear reality until they have ceased to be.
Even their death is without solace and hope, a real death. The narrator has captivated us in the end, with her small actions. Her offerings, to no one in particular, no one at all, in fact, resulted in an affirmation of her own life, finally.
Whether the book is a success or a failure, in the middle of all these banalities depends upon what you value. Whether you cheer for her, or grieve for her becomes a revelation of one's own spirit.
In that spirit, if you intend to read it, you might prefer not to read this review beforehand, as I discuss themes and specifics of the story in an explicit way.
It is curiously at once both a wide open text and an intensely narrow, claustrophobic one. The wall of the title silently dominates the story despite receiving bare [ Note : I appreciated coming to this novel with only a skeletal idea of its nature.
The wall of the title silently dominates the story despite receiving barely a mention after the early pages.
The set-up is simple enough: a middle-aged, recently widowed woman travels with her cousin Luise and Luise's husband Hugo to their hunting-lodge in the mountains of Austria.
While they go into town on the first afternoon, the woman stays behind with Hugo's bloodhound Lynx. She eventually falls asleep and the next morning wakes to find her relatives still not returned.
They never do return. At some point during their absence overnight a transparent barrier has appeared, walling in the hunting-lodge and its environs from the rest of the visible world.
And every living being on the other side of the wall appears to have frozen in place, presumably dead.
The novel takes the form of a report that the woman, who remains unnamed, writes after two years of living alone in her encapsulated forest.
In the report, which she bases on daily diaries she kept, the woman records her experiences, largely maintaining a dispassionate statement of the facts, interwoven with occasional lapses into wistful prose describing her emotional state and her meditative thoughts on humanity, her domestic animal companions, and the natural world.
The resulting document is a plausible account of how one person might survive in such a situation. Previously an avowed city dweller, though certainly a self-reliant and practical one, the woman acknowledges her limitations while modestly sharing the rather adept techniques she quickly develops and masters to ensure her survival and that of her animal companions.
In addition to Lynx, the bloodhound who soon grows to be her constant partner and friend, her household includes a cow that she discovers while plotting and marking the length of the wall, as well as a cat who later births two kittens.
The cow, Bella, also births a bull. Bella becomes integral to the woman's survival, and she spends a great deal of time and energy caring for Bella, and later the bull, as well.
What develops between the woman and these animals are unique, interdependent relationships that one cannot help but observe function for the most part much more smoothly than many if not most inter-human relationships.
The woman alludes to disappointment with her own human family members, as well as a larger faithlessness in humanity as a whole. The wall stands as a monument to this faithlessness, and the woman's reaction to it is one of resigned, unsurprised acceptance as opposed to shocked outrage.
Haushofer does an admirable job of depicting the passage of time in a scenario where all previous functions of time have ceased to matter.
The woman's survival instinct is activated almost immediately, and while she experiences periods of depression and hopelessness, for the most part she adapts and copes well, all things considered.
Of course there is trial and error, but that is to be expected. What matters is she finds ways to survive throughout the seasons--she is able to prioritize and push herself to accomplish what needs to be done.
Not everyone would fare so well. Haushofer's messages seem clear. Humanity chose the wrong path and in turn it reaps the foul harvest of that choice.
Animals are preferable to people because they lack the higher consciousness that permits us to make such bad choices. And in that sense they are also more reliable, for they are much more predictable in their actions.
However, while Haushofer's narrator proves that a solitary human existence with animal accompaniment is possible, she also concedes that it would be better if a different choice had been made.
It's not that she's a complete misanthrope; she's just profoundly disappointed. And I can't disagree with that level of disappointment.
I pity animals, and I pity people, because they're thrown into this life without being consulted. Maybe people are more deserving of pity, because they have just enough intelligence to resist the natural course of things.
It has made them wicked and desperate, and not very lovable. All the same, life could have been lived differently. There is no impulse more rational than love.
It makes life more bearable for the lover and the loved one. We should have recognized in time that this was our only chance, our only hope for a better life.
For an endless army of the dead, mankind's only chance has vanished for ever. I keep thinking about that. I can't understand why we had to take the wrong path.
I only know it's too late. View all 5 comments. A woman visits an alpine hunting lodge with two relatives for a weekend getaway. She stays behind when her cousin accompanies her husband to the nearby village to buy supplies.
The next morning the two still have not returned. The woman decides to walk to the village with her cousin's dog.
She loses sight of the dog but when she finds him again, the dog is acting confused and will not start walking again.
The woman knows the dog will follow so she continues It's like a glass box has come down over the area surrounding the hunting lodge.
She can see through the barrier to the world outside, but there is no way through the wall. She sees no birds, small animals or even live insects on the other side.
The people she can see are inanimate like they are sleeping or died where they stood. She knows in an instant that everyone she knew is dead. Everything on the other side of the barrier is dead.
Soon she has gathered up the dog, a cat, and a cow. She spends years caring for the animals, learning to grow food and care for herself, and writing a diary about her experiences.
This is a psychological and thoughtful story, rather than a tale with a recognizable plot or even a real ending.
But given the situation the woman must endure, the sharing of everyday thoughts, concerns and horrors is perfect. She has no other people for company, only her animals.
It has a profound effect on her to the extent that she is never given a name. Why do you need a name if you are the only person left?
She comes to see her animals as her family and does her best to survive. The ending is abrupt with no real resolution, but realistically the resolution will come when the woman dies and there is nobody left at all.
I listened to the audiobook version of this novel. Narrated by Kathe Mazur, the audio is just over 9 hours long. I'm glad I chose the audio version of this book.
The story moves slowly which is appropriate given the subject of a woman being totally alone for years with just animals for companions.
I don't think I would have finished the print version The audio brought the woman's situation to life I think it is a distinct possibility that Stephen King got the basic idea for his Under the Dome story from this book.
He just added more people, a real plot and some horror -- he "Kinged'' it up and made it his own. The Wall is a totally different sort of story.
It shows what happens to a person's mind when they are utterly cut off from all human contact and how it comes down to a person's will to survive.
I'm glad that the main character found animals she could befriend and love, otherwise I think she would have weakened and died, or might have killed herself.
Interesting and very thought provoking book. I'm glad I listened to it. I really want to re-read King's Under the Dome now!
View 1 comment. Oct 24, Linda rated it it was amazing Shelves: apocalypse-post-apocalypse , favorites , classic. An invisible wall has materialized during the night and everyone on the other side is dead.
The novel, first published in Austria and now translated again into Swedish, is a picture of the psyche of mankind. Bigger than the fight against famine, is the fight against depression.
Haushofer explore loneliness in all its forms. Eventually, the woman learns to accept it as a form of solitude.
Her name is never revealed, since it's irrelevant. A name is only necessary when talking about someone, and no one is going to talk about her.
She is the only human being. A dog, a cat and a cow become her only consolation, her reason for living. They live in a mutual dependence, and form a community, a we, that seldom is described in literature.
The woman's life is a daily struggle, and there is no chapter divisions to enable the reader's breath. As much as her exterior is changing due to the hard work, her inner self is also going through a change.
Her earlier every-day life seems shallow and meaningless, a slavery of capitalism. A civilization critique is a constant theme, and the human population is seen as a destructive force.
Haushofer was borne in Austria in , and studied in Vienna during the war. The lack of confidence when it comes to civilisation and the thought of the world as fragile can be explained through her witness of a downfall of a society.
She very cleverly describes the unfathomable, surrealistic situation. The inner and outer world is melting together and raises the question whether the wall really exists in a physical form or as an opportunity for the woman's personal development.
Perhaps it is a barrier between a life of illusions and imitations and a life, unique and existential, beyond the every-day life that is our existence.
The Wall is a novel of great proportions about existential values. Important for the animals to survive, and unimportant for the force of nature.
The heavy, melancholy realization about her indifference when it comes to nature is oozing from the pages. On the other hand she sees herself as having become a more clear-sighted person.
The philosophical prose is arising the question about relative freedom. We think we are free in the modern society, but the woman is starting to question the world of conventions.
What is freedom and who are we when we are no longer formed by the norms of society? Man cannot become an animal. He just passes the animal stage on his way to the abyss.
Something Happens, and a middle-aged woman is suddenly, as far as she can tell, the last human being on Earth, waking up in a friend's hunting lodge up in the decidedly Julie Andrews-less Austrian alps, and finding an invisible wall all around the area she's in.
Insert space here for snarky comparisons to The Simpsons Movie or that Stephen King novel , even though The Wall predates them by 50 years and is a very Man cannot become an animal.
Insert space here for snarky comparisons to The Simpsons Movie or that Stephen King novel , even though The Wall predates them by 50 years and is a very different beast.
The wall has kept her safe from whatever seems to have killed all life outside it, but also traps her in a world she, as a city dweller, has no idea how to survive.
She has a gun, a dog, a cat, a cow, and her hands and feet. She can grow potatoes insert space here for snarky comparisons to The Martian etc and shoot deer, so she won't starve, but gradually loneliness, back-breaking physical exertion and the inability of that big Homo Sapiens brain to not keep spinning begins to I almost wrote "break her down", but that's not entirely true; evolution knows nothing about higher or lower levels.
Two and a half years in, she starts writing down her story to hang on to whatever humanity remains, going over and writing down every detail, every emotion, every hard-earned piece of satisfaction she can remember.
The Wall is an astounding novel, which opens up to a ton of interpretations cold war eschatology, existentialism, feminism, depression, post-nazi self-deception it's supposedly one of Elfriede Jelinek's favourite novels , etc etc but remains so grounded in its details of everyday hard-working life and in the Vonnegutian ways Haushofer keeps dropping hints of what will inevitably have happened that it never really feels like an allegory.
Even without a name, she remains singular, just a woman with her dog and her cat and her cow trying to survive even at the end of hope. Sep 04, TheGirlBytheSeaofCortez rated it really liked it Shelves: literary-fiction , novellas , books-in-translation , books-to-read-more-than-once , contemporary-classics , dystopian-literature , austrian-authors.
But Austria borders Switzerland to the east and both countries speak dialects derived from High German. No matter what we speak in everyday life, both Swiss and Austrians write in High German.
And I attended school in Switzerland and in France. But better late than never, right? In , she married Manfred Haushofer, a dentist, who she later divorced and then remarried, bearing him two sons.
The Wall , one of her most successful books, was published in , and The Loft , her final novel, in She died of cancer in Vienna in Both may prove a little difficult to find in the United States but are well worth the hunt.
One evening the others leave for a night out in the nearly village. Expecting them home later that night, the widow is quite surprised when she awakens the next morning and finds herself alone.
On the other side of the wall is a man, frozen in mid-motion. I thought this was a wonderful beginning. I was also struck by the fact that The Wall was, for me, reminiscent of the work of Jose Saramago, i.
The narrator of The Wall soon discovers that she is, in all probability, the last living person on earth, though she is not the last living being.
Forced to learn to work with Nature, though never against it, our narrator learns how to milk Bella, how to use her hands in utilitarian ways, how to grow crops of potatoes, beans, and hay, and how to kill the deer and preserve the meat, thus keeping everyone — except the deer, of course — alive.
We celebrate her victories, and we worry over her defeats. I might not be right, but for me, at least, The Wall was an exploration of what it means to be human and our connectedness with all of nature.
The narrator must take care not to lose sight of her humanity as she struggles through two winters and one glorious summer with only a dog, a cat, and a cow for company.
The things our narrator thought were so important turn out to be not important at all, such as appearance. Survival must come first and foremost.
All of the animals are beautifully drawn, and all really come alive — as major characters — in the pages of this book. But who will read what the woman has written?
This question is never answered, just as the reason for the sudden extinguishing of all life some two years before is never given. The author has a fluid, lyrical writing style that serves her minimalist plot quite well.
This is beautiful book, beautifully written, but the plot is minimalist and introspective. Please read my book reviews and tips for aspiring writers at literarycornercafe.
Feb 24, Christine rated it it was amazing Shelves: a-woman , f-german , s-speculative , feminism , f-favorite , I saw the film first.
Beautiful cinematography, a one-woman exhibition of acting talent. I knew that the voice-over narration was lifted nearly verbatim from the text, and so I knew I had to read it properly.
At the end of the edition I purchased, the director of the film says that The Wall is supposedly a perfect representation of depression.
I agree. I think that those who loved The Bell Jar in youth would find this to be the continuation of inescapable honesty that the life-long depresseive r I saw the film first.
I think that those who loved The Bell Jar in youth would find this to be the continuation of inescapable honesty that the life-long depresseive remains married to through the years.
As summary of events, a woman vacations in a hunting lodge in the Austrian alps. Her hosts visit the village and do not return in the morning.
As she searches for them, she finds that an invisible wall blocks her path. Indeed, she is fenced in a limited area can go for several miles in different directions.
She theorizes that she is the only survivor of world-wide nuclear war. For companionship, she has the hosts' pet dog and several other cattle and cats; she continues to live to care for them for several years.
Eventually, after tragedy befalls her, she begins an account of everything the narration that has happened to her thus far.
Because of the protagonist's circumstances trapped, alone, in nature , she writes only for herself and I think The last words in the book concern the albino crow that she comes to identify with over the narration, and she remarks that she wishes that crow would find another white crow in the woods so that it does not feel alone.
I believe that this book is especially poignant to those who have suffered some kind of depression, as the narrator clearly does.
The Wall itself is isolation, a reality that is non-negotiable. She cannot leave her self, and so she continues to live to care for her animals, but also as sort of therapy to make sense of her situation.
What does this mean? Depression brings with it honesty and a sort of calmness. A lot of people who have reviewed this book comment that it seems slow, too morose, no plot or climax, etc.
This is all truthful. But it makes the rewards the narration gives seem catastrophically meaningful and gorgeous. There is daily routine, painful, tedious.
Mucking the stables, chopping wood, planting potatoes, worrying about supplies and health. However, this carves out space for the narrator to rest and think, the only true luxury she has.
The passages of her staring up at the stars, realizing how insiginificant she is, is the closest to the death of ego that I've ever read.
It's a process. And along the way, she comments so candidly about the selfishness and pettiness of modern society with a haunting authority.
It's feminist in that femininity is viewed generally as creation and preservation-centric. Caring for others is the highest moral. She does everything without men.
Men, with exception of her cousin whose cabin she lives in, are viewed as violent intruders or shadowy memories.
She thinks thoughts usually only reserved for philosophers almost always male in literary representation. It is feminist in its essence, and therefore in its message.
However, it is not declaratively feminist. I find this appropriate for the complete honesty of the protagonist. Even though she fears losing her humanity, she gains an identity and purpose that is deeper and more powerful than many people find today.
These are more idle thoughts than a well-formed review, but to summarize, if you live a life with the horrifying clarity of depression, this is the best consolation prize I've ever found.
The Wall was quite different from what I expected and it also left me a bit disappointed. The plot can be summarized in as follows: A nameless woman is on a weekend trip with two friends in a hunting cabin in the Alps.
She discovers that a glas wall appeared overnight killing eveyrthing behind it. Apparently it is not very deep in the ground, so digging under it woul The Wall was quite different from what I expected and it also left me a bit disappointed.
Apparently it is not very deep in the ground, so digging under it would not be a problem. Instead of doing so however the woman starts a new life in her glas cage.
She keeps a cow and a cat whom she finds in the surroundings, plants potatoes and beans, goes hunting and trout fishing and does lots of agricutural work.
The woman sometimes thinks of escaping but always puts it off. My novel is completed in its first draft. I have already completed one hundred pages of the rewrite.
Altogether there will be pages. Writing strains me a great deal and I suffer from headaches. But I hope that I will be finished by the beginning of May I must allow at least four weeks for the typing And the household must keep on running also.
All that is very difficult for me because I can only concentrate on one thing and forcing me to be versatile makes me extremely nervous.
I have the feeling as if I were writing into the air. Accompanied by her cousin and her cousin's husband, the year-old narrator travels to the Austrian mountains.
They plan on staying in a hunting lodge for the weekend, but the next morning the woman finds herself alone with her cousins' dog, Luchs. The couple, who planned on having dinner in the valley, did not return.
The woman leaves to look for the couple but soon discovers why they did not come back: a seemingly endless, invisible wall separates her from the other side of the valley.
In an attempt to find out what had happened, she uses binoculars to look for other people. The only other person she can see is a man who seems to be frozen still.
It seems to her that a tragedy killed all living creatures on the other side of the wall. She is entirely alone, protected and trapped, in equal measure, by the invisible wall.
All her attempts to get to the other side of the wall fail, so she slowly starts to adjust to her new situation. Because the area in which she is trapped is fairly wide, she learns to live off her supplies, the fruits and animals of the surrounding forest, and her garden.
Besides looking after herself she soon starts to look after the animals who are dependent on her: a dog, cats, and a pregnant cow.
With the winter coming she starts writing a report that makes up the book, unsure whether anyone will ever read it. Towards the end of the novel, the first and only other person appears.
He kills her dog and calf, apparently with no reason for doing so. She shoots him, ending perhaps her only chance of ever interacting with a human again.
The story ends with her writing that the cow is pregnant again, and she is hoping that the cat will have new kittens. But she is also running out of ammunition and matches, so her future might become even more difficult.
At the end of the book, her fate is unknown. There are many different ways to interpret Haushofer's novel.
In one, the book can be understood as fairly radical criticism of modern civilization: the protagonist is forced to return to a more natural way of life, showing how useless cultural goods become in situations such as the one described in the novel and how life in the city makes people "unfit for living in harmony with nature.
Nobel Prize winner Doris Lessing writes: . The Wall is a wonderful novel. It is not often that you can say only a woman could have written this book, but women in particular will understand the heroine's loving devotion to the details of making a keeping life, every day felt as a victory against everything that would like to undermine and destroy.Marlen Haushofer: "Die Wand". Was bleibt von einem Menschen, der in vollkommener Isolation lebt – eingesperrt in der wilden Natur? Die BR-Koproduktion basiert auf dem gleichnamigen Roman von Marlen Haushofer. Stand: |Bildnachweis. Filmszene aus "Die Wand" | Bild: BR/. Für den Inhalt dieser Seite ist eine neuere Version von Adobe Flash Player erforderlich. More information about this seller Contact this seller 7. The wall stands as a monument to this faithlessness, and the woman's reaction to it is one of resigned, Flammenmeer acceptance as Plastic Pleasure to shocked outrage. Love seemed to be the only reasonable instict and right thing Bill Murray Tot do and by rejecting it our chance was irremediably forfeited. You could venture from convenience store to convenience store and never even think of settling into a one-person agrarian society, but what if you can't. Like Mike there are Die Wand touching passages about the interaction with her animals, descriptions of the great mountainous views, and occasional reveries about her special situation. Mohn Gütersloh. Aber noch schwieriger war es für mich, gegen die Glasscheibe zu rennen. Die Frau Martina Gedeckdie davon erzählt und ihre Geschichte in kleinen Buchstaben Loaded Weapon Stream das wenige verbliebene Papier niederschreibt, war an einem schönen Frühlingstag mit Freunden zu deren Ferienhaus in den oberösterreichischen Bergen gefahren. COM in 30 languages. Begleitpersonen erhalten gratis Eintritt. Andererseits fordert sie durch die solipsistische und isolierte Lebensweise der Erzählerin einen hohen Tribut. Die Wand sollte gar nicht dargestellt Conor Mcgregor Film. Zwar wird der verstorbene Die Wand der Erzählerin Nöthen ihren Erinnerungen nicht angeprangert, doch er spielt eine Nebenrolle. Es geschieht ein einschneidendes, traumatisches Erlebnis und alle Vorstellungen darüber, was das Leben sein soll, sind radikal in Frage gestellt und müssen neu definiert werden. Wir trafen uns im Winter auch vor Ort in einer kleinen Hütte für eine erste Probe und um zu sehen, wie wir miteinander arbeiten.