His parents’ house is doomed. The narrator’s return there leads him to the history of literature and even the development of our planet. Any author less than Thomas Hettche would have to fail.
Clarification was never Thomas Hettche’s concern. Even in his novels with a superficial crime plot, the unclear and dark grows with every piece of evidence, every advance in knowledge. Not because solving a riddle or answering an analytical question was one of the boring rituals that secure the world, but because the pursuit of certain knowledge necessarily produces misunderstandings and Thomas Hettche is interested in precisely these misunderstandings. He wants to understand them at the same time and enjoy what is secret and seductive about them.