Fiction – paperback; Penguin Modern Classics; 68 pages; 2020. Translated from the German by Ralph Manheim.
Perhaps because it was written in 1976 when the idea of a woman being independent was more radical than it is now, Peter Handke’s novella The Left-Handed Woman is a relatively odd story.
Written in cool, detached prose, it explores what happens (hint: not very much) when a woman called Marianne decides to leave her husband.
She has a young child, Stefan, but it’s hard to know how old he is other than he goes to school. Her husband, Bruno, runs a porcelain company and is often away on business trips. Perhaps this is why she gets it into her head that one day Bruno will leave her permanently and so she makes the first move: she asks him to move out of the marital home.
There’s no argument, no pleading, no reaction really at all. It’s all very strange.
Bruno smiled and said, “Well, right now I’ll go back to the hotel and get myself a cup of hot coffee. And this afternoon I’ll come and take my things.”
There was no malice in the woman’s answer — only thoughtful concern. “I’m sure you can move in with Franziska for the first few days. Her teacher friend has gone away.”
And so Bruno moves out and into Franziska’s spare room and that’s kind of it. (Of course, we never really hear his side of the story, so perhaps he’s relieved he doesn’t have to deal with his wife any more?)
The woman takes a job as a translator for a publisher, who comes to her house armed with flowers and Champagne. The overtones are slightly creepy. He knows she is alone.
Over the course of the next few days and weeks, Marianne is visited by lots of different people, including her father, Franziska and Bruno, because they are worried about her being alone. “Don’t be alone too much,” her husband warns her, “it could be the death of you”.
And while Marianne does go through a period of adjustment — avoiding people in the supermarket, staring into space a lot, sinking into a kind of malaise and cutting herself off from others — she realises that she can survive perfectly well on her own.
The final scenes of the novella have almost everyone Marianne knows — and those she’s only just met, including an actor, her publisher’s chauffer and a random salesgirl with whom she’s recently interacted — arriving at her house for a spontaneous party. It’s only when they are gone and she is able to relax and put her feet up that a sense of contentment settles upon her. Perhaps having a life of one’s own will be okay after all.
This is a strange novella. The conversations between characters are often vague and dispassionate. People behave in odd ways and say odd things. The overall feeling is one of confusion, discombobulation, frustration and angst.
The main message I came away with is reflected by the afterword, a quote by Goethe from his 1809 novel Elective Affinities, which could well sum up what it has been like living in the grips of a global pandemic:
And so they all, each in his own way, reflectingly or unreflectingly, go on with their daily lives; everything seems to take its accustomed course, for indeed, even in desperate situations where everything hangs in the balance, one goes on living as though nothing were wrong.
Peter Handke won the Nobel Prize for literature in 2019, not without controversy (see this New York Times story and this Guardian opinion piece). I have previously read his 1970 novel The Goalie’s Anxiety at the Penalty Kick, which is a cold-eyed account of a once-famous soccer player committing a brutal murder.
‘The Left-Handed Woman’ by Peter Handke, first published in 1976, is listed in Peter Boxall’s 1001 Books You Must Read Before You Die, where it is described as a fine example of the author’s “rigorous Modernism”, a novel that shows how “personal identity is fragile and difficult to maintain”.
12 thoughts on “‘The Left-Handed Woman’ by Peter Handke (translated by Ralph Manheim)”
He’s not an author I plan to seek out, not like this year’s winner who writes such marvellous books!
Well, The Goalie was excellent (read long before he won the Nobel) so I was keen to try more of his work. My local indie has a lot of his backlist in stock so I plumped for this one because it sounded intriguing. But I’m still puzzled as to what he was trying to say. That it’s okay to be alone? That life is what you make it? That women can be happy without men? I honestly don’t know.
LOL You’d hope that a Nobel Laureate would have a more incisive message than that. It’s hardly earthshattering enlightenment, eh?
I think it’s a product of its time. And also I don’t know enough about Austrian society…
No, I don’t either…
What a relief when a book review doesn’t lead to an addition to the TBR pile!
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This does sound odd. I’ve been meaning to read something by Handke since he won the Nobel, but I guess this one won’t be it!
The Goalie’s Anxiety is better… it’s cold and detached but is a fascinating account of a man’s psychological breakdown.
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Thanks for the recommendation! I’ll try that one.
Very interesting post! I’d not actually heard of him until he won the prize, and wondered if I should read him, especially bearing in mind the comments I heard he’d made. But I don’t think I need to having read your review – thank you!
I’m not sure how indicative of his work this one is. I think the cold, detached prose might be his hallmark but not sure about the subject matter.
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