For a while now, Peter Handke, as a narrator, has established himself where he lives as Peter Handke or wants to live: on the outskirts of the big cities, in the world of half-cultivated nature, the orchards, in the fields and in quiet inns, where those scattered all over the world gather for a common feast (“My Year in Nobody’s Bay”) or for the world jew’s harp meeting (“The Moravian Night”). Handke continually celebrates the move away from a utilitarian life focused on comprehensibility and utility, in which language is also made useful.
Peter Handke’s story “The Ballad of the Last Guest”: Strange fury of purity – culture
