The setting is Berlin, and that helps, because unfortunately it always helps when a conversation about Dresden doesn’t start there, but somewhere else. Once in the city, she plays around and corrupts everyone, making it easy to lose the necessary severity or even any stability. Noble sweetness and noble rot, the terms were used last Monday at the Suhrkamp publishing house, where the ice-cold exposed concrete of the load-bearing walls has long since lost its horror because – guided by shelves – books in all colors grow up like climbing plants.
Durs Grünbein’s novel “The Comet”: Nights of bombing over Dresden. – Culture
