Yet again I’ve assigned myself a topic so rich that it’s impossible for me to begin to do it justice. The three novels I’ve chosen are nonetheless my attempt to summarize the tapestry of experience which continues to make this time and place so enthralling: self exploration, queerness, love, the nightlife, and, most importantly, fighting fascism.
The illustrations for this issue were taken in the twenties by famed Bauhauslers Josef Albers (noted square lover) and Herbert Bayer (noted uppercase hater). Two endless sets of stairs - where do they lead to, or from? And will I be copyright claimed for using them?
Content Notes: This issue contains mild reference to suicidality and political repression.
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| “Hotel Staircase, Geneva” Josef Albers, gelatin silver prints (1929/32) via MoMA. ID: two side by side b&w high contrast images of decorative indoor staircases. |
1. Madonna in a Fur Coat (1943) by Sabahattin Ali
“But a dark thought still haunted me – that this stillness might, in the end, be more damaging than fearful hesitation. That it might stall what was alive between us, until it was as cold as stone: with every step not taken, we would be taking one step further apart from each other” (108).
A painful novel of dissolution and yearning. Sent from Türkiye to Berlin to learn his father's business, our narrator instead finds himself absorbed by the city's art scene, and particularly by the beautiful Maria, with whose self-portrait he becomes obsessed. One of the things which most attracts me about historical novels is their ability to provide a window into lives, emotional and otherwise, which are surprisingly similar to our own. This is a book of crushing heartbreak which feels entirely real, whether you've experienced the like or not. The novel is the last of three by an author whose dedication to social realism in fiction and nonfiction alike had him repeatedly censored and imprisoned by the Turkish government.
2. Goodbye to Berlin (1939) by Christopher Isherwood
“‘You queer too, hey?’ demanded the little American, turning suddenly on me.
‘Yes,’ I said, ‘very queer indeed’” (234).
3. Steppenwolf (1927) by Herman Hesse
“Had I not been enough of an outsider, mad enough, for years? And yet, deep down inside me, I fully understood this summons, this invitation to go mad, to jettison all reason, inhibition and bourgeois respectability, and to surrender myself to the fluctuating, anarchic world of the soul, of the imagination” (77).
I'm being slightly false by putting this on the list as the city in which its set is never specified. But I needed something actually written in German in the 1920s and I sincerely think that this is one of the best books ever written. Haranguing himself over his depression, chronic pain, and suicidality, the middle aged protagonist undergoes a series of increasingly strange experiences which force him to come to terms with himself in the deepest of senses. This book is a cry in favour of self-liberation, political activism, hope, and polyamorous queer orgies which has made a tangible improvement on my life - perhaps it could on yours too.
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| “Iron Winding Stair” Herbert Bayer, gelatin silver print (1928) via MoMA. ID: b&w high contrast photo of a winding metal outdoor flight of stairs. End ID. |







