It could have been so beautiful. When Max Frisch and Ingeborg Bachmann meet each other for the first time in Paris in 1958, she is wearing a pink silk dress, off the shoulder, and a stole of the same color. She attracts attention like a catwalk model, she is so chic, so eye-catching. Max Frisch celebrates the premiere of the production of one of his plays. He is proud, a corpulent, expansive man in a suit. A gentleman smoking a pipe. And then, like a magnificent pink butterfly, this woman, Bachmann, flutters into his life. “You are the only important female writer in Germany,” he says to her. And she answers: “Yes, I am.”
“Ingeborg Bachmann – Journey into the Desert” in the cinema: Princess and Frog – Culture
