Sunday, July 3, 2016

Bachmann Prize – heat and wild reality from all sides – Süddeutsche.de

Sharon Otoo Dodua wins with its changing perspectives the Bachmann Prize – and the jury discussed remotely related.



Friday five past twelve. The Austrian Constitutional Court had just decided that the right-wing nationalist Norbert Hofer would get a second chance at the presidency, because the jury had discussed the controversial text of this year’s Bachmann Prize done. It was one of the strangest jury discussion, you have their curiosity probably the heated atmosphere attribute that exists in Europe and that does not stop even before the ORF Theatre on turquoise sparkling Wörthersee.

In “Arabs and jackals” the controversial text by Jan Snela, born in 1980, is, for example, this sentence: “Some seemed gone wrong in the defense of our country.” An unworldly young man lying on a sofa, smoking hookah, binds a towel turban, speaks a language interspersed with Arabic words and takes a homesick fugitive from the desert. Snelas text plays in Central Europe, which is swallowed up by sand and threatens to devastate. Climate change has progressed. They come from the Arab world are with their camels better adapted to the new nature: “Yes what one lived because in the West ?! order even at nine pm to sweat dead”

That few jury members who wanted to see irony in this clever artificial text, his wit recognized and wanted to leave the Karl May Satire apply which is Snelas text, bordering on viciousness. Especially in a competition, which keeps the benefit, as far as no other to look at the literature, the jury would have to recognize what was her because commanded to Orientalism and play with identities. Moderator Christian Ankowitsch called Snelas text “risky”. This was not a euphemism, but a reference back to Burkhard Spinnen “Address on Literature” from the opening night, who had called for, taking the risk of art often. It must be understood as compensation that “Arabs and jackals” in the end, was shortlisted for the Bachmann Prize.

The winner is the price another, great text. Sharon Dodua Otoos “Mr. Grottrup sits down” begins as a breakfast scene as staged by Loriot. then pivots around, however, and told from the perspective of a breakfast egg that refuses his behalf to be hard – and has even already experienced in world history. The diffuse I talking here, has already been an earthquake, a lipstick, it’s a changeling of reincarnation. An ego that refuses to be labeled as a juror Meike Feßmann said. Sharon Dodua Otoo has roots in Ghana and the UK, she works in Berlin as an activist for refugees, women and black people.

On all sides urged this year, the reality sometimes more, sometimes less subtle in the texts, as diverse as they were and internationally were the backgrounds of their authors. When, then, the identitary came to disrupt the event, asked then every now and then someone with some concern behind the ridicule. Three months ago, representatives of the nationalist group had a performance of Elfriede Jelinek’s “The wards” stormed. But there came no of identity, perhaps the weather was too good. But actually was enough the jury to fret. It was as an observer of the competition until the end reconciled with her, who had so often judged as surprisingly helpless. “What is 1 jury?” someone wrote after reading the Israeli author Tomer Gardi ORF guestbook that lay in the foyer. At Gardi the judges were even stronger than before failed to Jan Snela. He who was reading with floral shirt wide open, from which ran his chest fur, had read a text in “broken German,” learn to speak after a while in the country, in the language so that immigrants and refugees. Very warm was this text and funny, full of motifs that you would be able to analyze.

But the jury went so dear in a debate over whether they could undergo texts in “false German” same aesthetic consideration as others , This culminated in towards questioning faces to Tomer Gardi like trying to know how well the funny man with the chest hair because German could finally. Gardi waved over: “I can speak German, I understand everything you say.” As unpleasant as was this discussion that you had to look away, somewhere in this suspended with pure white panels hall. But what looks because you? Silk scarf wearers, old men in beige outdoor jackets and young men, leggy and longhair who write in their notebooks words like “contemporaneity”. All white, all privileged. A little diversification, a little more of the wild, colorful, endangered reality did this event very well.

The day before the vote on the prices the judges traditionally make a boat trip on the Wörthersee Klagenfurt mayor. The gentle rocking and distancing from the very first impressions did seem particularly well this year. With Dieter Zwicky’s “Los Alamos is tiny” received an artistically daring text the Kelag Prize. Zwicky had read the last one, on Saturday afternoon, as it had outside 30 degrees. The brains may have had the right temperature for Zwicky wild, almost plotloses Assoziationskettengekringel, the audience laughed as delirious and wondering not whether they understood this language artwork that recited Zwicky in quiet a wondering tone Swiss. Exactly in this language he would like to hear the doomsday comments, said jury member Klaus Kastberger.



“I do not want to work, I want to spend my time doing nothing”

And then there was Stefanie Sargnagel, the red in caps Revoluzzerin that sent the cliff circumnavigated that may mean for one from the anti-establishment as an educated middle-class competition. You won, as expected, the audience award. Your enigmatic refusal text would certainly belongs on the shortlist for the main prize. “I do not want to work, I want to spend my time doing nothing,” she writes, “I am an alien or the Moon Man, I want me everything anschaun in peace here on earth. I’d rather be scholars, only without the strenuous Leserei or I want to be ascetic, but without all the sacrifice. “

While the jury discussed and was not sure whether there is enough art drinstecke in their text, Stefanie Sargnagel sat at Lesetischchen and looked sometimes amused, sometimes bored , resting his head on his fists and knocked with her folded manuscript on the table around. There sat one that seemed not entgegenzuzittern the judgment of this jury, because they always prefer sleeping and drinking to make a career, and know that they need be can stand it, to make a living in the call center. Reality and art belong together. At the end which had understood the jury.

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