Castle Gripsholm
A beguiling fable about a summer holiday in the Swedish countryside that transforms into a provocative parable about oppression and the evil awaiting Europe as the Nazis came to power. Castle Gripsholm, the best and most beloved work by Kurt Tucholsky, is a short novel about an enchanted summer...
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A beguiling fable about a summer holiday in the Swedish countryside that transforms into a provocative parable about oppression and the evil awaiting Europe as the Nazis came to power.
Castle Gripsholm, the best and most beloved work by Kurt Tucholsky, is a short novel about an enchanted summer holiday. It begins with an assignment: Tucholsky’s publisher wants him to write something light and funny, otherwise about whatever Tucholsky wants. A deal is struck and the story is off: about Peter, a writer; his girlfriend, known as the Princess; and a summer vacation far from the hurly-burly of Berlin. Peter and the Princess have rented a small house attached to a historic castle in Sweden, and they have five weeks of long days and white nights at their disposal; five weeks for swimming and walking and sex and talking and visits with Peter’s buddy Karlchen and with Billy, the Princess’s best friend. It is perfect, until they meet a weeping girl fleeing the cruel headmistress of a home for children. The vacationers decide they must free the girl and send her back to her mother in Switzerland, which brings about an encounter with authority that casts a worrying shadow over their radiant summer idyll. Soon they must return to Germany. What kind of fairy tale are they living in?
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Format: paperback
ISBN:
9781681373348 (1681373343)
Publish date: 2019-05-07
Publisher: NYRB Classics
Pages no: 144
Edition language: English
May 2019 NYRB Selection Look at that cover. What’s not to love? And then you have lines like this, “I looked at the two herrings, the two herrings looked a me, and none of us said anything” (25). On one level the story is about a man and his lover going on vacation to Sweden. One the other hand is i...