The ex-footballer and philosopher Jorge Valdano already said at times. There are people, like himself, who talk non-stop when they get nervous. And of course, going to the doctor is a time when nerves surface. If you add to that the discomfort of going to expose your private parts to science before the specialist on duty, the matter can break anywhere.
Most of the time one, or one in this case, drips count the seconds that pass to get out of the quagmire with the least amount of damage possible, especially in terms of dignity. But nobody assures you that, in search of some kind of relaxation, you do not end up telling the bass doctor in question your vital epics and even your perception of the conformation of the cosmos.
It is not a question of the doctor trusting you, it is simply a liberation of your mind trapped between fears, shame, reservations and an attempt to hide your ostrich head, which ends up plunging us into a very, very deep soliloquy. Katharina volckmer has known very well to get us into the skin of one of those quotes that we all want to avoid. Literature intimist to the limits of the entrails with the soul ...
Synopsis
A young German woman living in London visits her doctor, Dr. Seligman. During the visit he starts talking and keeps talking and does not stop talking… The result is a torrential monologue in which the girl speaks openly while the doctor examines her and she sees only the top of her head.
As the parliament progresses, the reader will discover that Dr. Seligman is Jewish and that the narrator feels the need to open up to him as a German outraged by how her compatriots handle the past. That outrage led her to land in the middle, although now she has had to return for the death of her grandfather. But the discomfort she feels also extends to her condition as a woman, and her story also addresses established roles, her perception of her body, the strength of desire, her conflicts with identity and sexuality or the fantasies that run through her. mind. The young woman also talks about the overwhelming presence of mothers or about the physical transformations understood as historical reparation, and she loses herself in priceless ramblings about German bread and its relationship with oral sex or the bizarre uses –also sexual– of the tail of a squirrel. And so, talking and talking, the true reason for your medical visit will be revealed ...
A debut without hairs on the tongue, which provokes laughter while at the same time being uncomfortable due to its vehement and visceral tone, not far removed from that of Thomas Bernhard, with whom the author shares forcefulness and bad slobber. On Quote, Katharina Volckmer portrays a young woman who makes a scathing reckoning with her inheritance, with her gender and with herself, and in doing so achieves a fast-paced text to read, with a subversive and very black humor that leaves no one indifferent.
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