I like to check out Nobel Prize-winning novelists. I even look forward to each October with the hopes of discovering (for myself) a new Isaac B. Singer, Gabriel Garcia Marquez, Heinrich Boll, Grazia DeLadda, Knut Hamsun, Sinclair Lewis, Jose Saramago, or some other outstanding author. There are some choices that I read who didn't appeal to me but it was still worth the look. Elfriede Jelinek fits in to the latter category for me. I had known that she was a controversial selection when she got the award in 2004. When I looked uo her works, I came across titles like "Lust", "Women as Lovers", "Desire" and others that left me reluctant to go further. However, "Wonderful Wonderful Times" looked more positive; it isn't. It starts out violently and ends even more so and none of it made any sense although the author did her best to give it meaning.
I have to admit that I had trouble getting through this book. It is depressing and it focusses on a generation without purpose in modern day Austria. Half way through i thought of limiting the time I was wasting on "Wonderful Wonderful Times". However, I decided to stick with it. As I read more I began to realize that I was getting the author's meaning (I think). In a world that is born out of shameful defeat, what can a successive generation grasp for a foundation to build upon. What standards of ethics and morality exist when an entire country sided with a total absence of ethics and morality in WWII. The result is not a pretty sight to see and the question I had to ask myself was whether to blame or praise the messenger. I chose both, I chose neither.
I have searched for many years for a book that brings to life what it must have felt like to return to a homeland that was as disgraced in defeat as was Nazi Germany and its' Axis allies or, to a lesser extent, Imperialist Japan. I have found some that have come close to letting me sense what I had assumed to be the dual depressions of shame and loss. I'm not sure why I felt a need to understand this except to realize that these modern day countries have shown that rehabilitation is achievable in relatively short time. I wanted to understand what the steps of the process were like. Ironically, I think "Wonderful Wonderful Times" has come closer to that theme than just about anything else I've read. However, it gave me a picture darker that what I thought I'd find. Do I blame Jelinek for the reality I was looking for or do I realize that I had already decided what it was I wanted to find irregardless of whether it was the truth or not. I don't know if Jelinek has given us the real truth or just a skewered, angry version of what she thought of as the truth.
I found "Wonderful Wonderful Times" to be a hard book to want to keep reading and with a message that I want to be way off-target. I'm not sure if my disappointment rests with the author or with the truth.