Esta novela, que provocó un notable escándalo en su país en el momento de su publicación, supone un prodigioso ejercicio narrativo tanto desde el punto de vista del estilo como del estructural. El lenguaje crudo y preciso y el elevado tono erótico de Deseo, rompe con todas las convenciones de lo que se ha venido llamando la literatura femenina. El director de una fábrica de papel, atemorizado por los peligros del sida, se fija de nuevo en su esposa para hacer uso de ella como de las prostitutas que había frecuentado hasta entonces. En la confortable residencia del matrimonio se suceden unas escenas de extraña obscenidad y de violencia inusitada, bajo la mirada de su propio hijo, como una crónica de los diferentes mecanismos posibles de dominación en el seno de la pareja. La mujer, desesperada, encontrará otro amante más joven que, a la postre, convertirá en su nuevo verdugo.

Escritura rebuscada. ( )

Esta novela provocó un notable escándalo en su país en el momento de su publicación, supone un prodigioso ejercicio narrativo tanto desde el punto de vista del estilo como del estructural. El lenguaje crudo y preciso y el elevado tono erótico de Deseo rompe con todas las convenciones de lo que se ha venido llamando literatura femenina.

Esta novela, que provocó un notable escándalo en su país, supone un prodigioso ejercicio narrativo tanto desde el punto de vista del estilo como del estructural. El lenguaje crudo y preciso y el elevado tono erótico de Deseo, rompen con todas las convenciones de lo que se ha venido llamando la literatura femenina.

I’m a big fan of Michael Haneke’s films, and after seeing his The Piano Teacher, and learning that it was an adaptation of a novel by a Nobel laureate, I bought the book and read it and thought it very good. And then recently I thought it about time I read more Jelinek, so I picked up a copy of Lust, as it was quite short. It was perhaps not the wisest book to read on my daily commute, given the title. But never mind. The story is a brutal depiction of a marriage in wich the wife is treated as chattel by her husband. And when she eventually breaks free and finds herself a lover, he proves just as bad. What I had not remembered from The Piano Teacher, and perhaps that was down to the translator, but Lust was one long string of wordgames and puns and plays on words. It was relentless. Given its subject, it should come as no surprise the wordplay mostly focuses on sex, and especially on the male sex organ. I have no idea how this worked in German, or in the Austrian dialect in which Jelinek writes, but in English it felt to me like a dilution of the novel’s central point. The wife is entirely subject to the husband, she exists to satisfy his sexual desires, just as much as she is there to look after him and their spoilt son. Some of the expressions used, “shot his bolt”, for example, feel too… childish, schoolboyish, and while I get that the breadth and variety are what’s important, it does seem to detract from the brutality. This is an ugly book, about an ugly subject, so perhaps the wordplay is intended to add to that ugliness and it works much better in German. But this is definitely a book that provokes a reaction, and I’ll be reading more Jelinek. ( )