Fiction – paperback; Farrar, Straus and Giroux; 133 pages; 2007. Translated from the German by Michael Roloff.
Austrian writer Peter Handke’s The Goalie’s Anxiety at the Penalty Kick was first published in 1970. According to the blurb on the back of my 2007 reprint, it caused quite a stir in Europe and the United States at the time, because of its “innovative use of language and its searing portrait of a troubled man in an equally troubled society”.
It came to my attention after I read a rather wonderful interview with MJ Hyland in which she named it as one of her influences. I love Hyland’s work (you can read all my reviews of her novels here) and this book sounded like something I’d like, so I promptly ordered a copy online. Fittingly, it arrived just in time for German Literature Month, which runs throughout November, and was an “interesting” palette cleanser after reading a steady stream of Canadian fiction for my Shadow Giller obligations.
An accidental murder
The story is a simple one (though it’s astonishingly told): Joseph Bloch is a once-famous soccer goalkeeper (the “goalie” of the title), who has just lost his job on a construction site. With nothing to occupy his days and no friends of whom to speak, he fills in time by going to the cinema, where he develops a “thing” for the cashier, whom he later murders, almost by accident and without thinking of the consequences.
He flees to a village on the Austrian border, where he re-establishes contact with an old girlfriend, who runs a public house. By coincidence, the neighbourhood is filled with police, all on the hunt for a missing boy. Bloch’s days are mostly filled with wandering around aimlessly, observing the search efforts from afar; his evenings drinking in the pub. Nothing much happens.
But it’s not so much the actual things that Joseph does, but what goes on in his head that makes this novella such an intriguing read. Surprisingly, given it’s written in the third person, we get an alarming view of Bloch’s mental state and his subsequent descent into a kind of madness.
In many ways, it’s like Bloch is watching a movie with the sound turned down too low. He has problems with his memory — he often gets a feeling of deja vu, as if it takes his mind a few seconds to catch up with his actions — and constantly mishears things or is woken up by noises that don’t actually exist.
Bloch was wakened by a banging and wheezing on the street, trash cans being dumped into the garbage truck; but when he looked out, he saw that the folding door of the bus that was just leaving had closed and, farther away, that milk cans were being set on the loading ramp of the dairy. There weren’t any garbage trucks out here in the country; the muddle was starting all over again.
Detached and chilling
The prose style is detached, so detached it’s almost weightless, which lends the tale quite a chilling atmosphere, effectively echoing Bloch’s troubled mindset.
Indeed, Handke does rather wonderful things with language in this book, which demonstrates how muddled and confused Bloch becomes as the story progresses. This paragraph is a good example:
The policemen, who made the usual remarks, nevertheless seemed to mean something entirely different by them; at least they purposely mispronounced phrases like “got to remember” and “take off” as “goats you remember” and “take-off” and, just as purposely, let their tongues slide over others, saying “whitewash?” instead of “why watch?” and “closed, or” instead of “close door”. For what would be the point of their telling him about the goats that, he should remember, had once, when the door had been left open, forced their way into the pool, which hadn’t even been officially open yet, and had soiled everything, even the walls of the restaurant, so that the rooms had to be whitewashed all over again and it wasn’t ready on time, which was why Bloch should keep the door closed and stay on the sidewalk?
Admittedly The Goalie’s Anxiety at the Penalty Kick is a difficult read, not least because it presents a man battling his own sanity, but because it’s written in such a dry, almost monotonous, manner it’s sometimes hard to maintain interest. That monotony is no doubt deliberate because it simply mirrors the dullness of Bloch’s life (one can’t help but wonder if he didn’t murder the cashier simply to alleviate the boredom), so it’s something of a relief that the book is only 133 pages long.
It’s not a cheery read by any stretch of the imagination — and it ends far too abruptly for my liking — but the way in which it reveals the hidden mind is nothing less than impressive. And I would certainly explore more of Handke’s back catalogue: he has dozens of novels (and plays) in translation.
10 thoughts on “‘The Goalie’s Anxiety at the Penalty Kick’ by Peter Handke”
Brilliant quotes! He manages to summon up an unsettling feeling of claustrophobic paranoia – quite a feat in a paragraph.
Indeed. A triumph of translation, too.
I want to read this now, but prefer the title of an earlier translation: “The Goalkeeper’s Fear of the Penalty” — with the implication that there could be other penalties out there than just the ones in football.
That is apparently the English-language title of the Wim Wenders film version from 1972.
There’s a film? Didn’t know that. Bet it makes for rather bleak viewing… Am intrigued how it would work visually as this book is very much about internal goings on.
Yes, that title seems to make more sense, though the word “anxiety” is rather fitting as the chap gets increasingly more anxious as the story progresses.
Sorry for commenting so late – I’m lagging behind.
I’m so glad you reviewed this and not one of his more recent books. He’s been much criticized later for being anything but sparse. I can recommend his book on his mother. A Sorrow Beyond Dreams. Not an easy book either. And then of course Short Letter, Long Farewell. Thanks for joining us.
Thanks for the suggestions about other books to try. His back catalogue is quite long, so nice to have some pointers. And no need to apologise – I always apreciate when someone takes the time to comment. And sometimes it restarts or kicks off an entirely new conversation about a book, which is great.