Self keeps writing the year as 2021, gets confused when she sees she has something written in her computer dated TOMORROW, 2021, thinks she is getting amnesia, then remembers that 2021 is last year, and it’s over. She feels like she’s jumped the shark.
Relentless Nazi brutality invigorates the conviction that they must fight back steadily, diligently, without hesitation.All the Frequent Troubles of Our Days, p. 149
As if things weren’t bad enough, Mildred’s husband Arvid begins making her the focus of some deep anger. He stays out as late as he possibly can. He and Mildred divide their apartment into separate realms: her space is the kitchen, his is the living room.
He begins to refer to the living room as his room. “It’s mine too,” Mildred insists. “Yours is mine and mine’s yours.”
He: “It’s only mine and I don’t want to see anyone else in it.”
Maybe Arvid began to go crazy when he had to burn his manuscript for a book that was to be published in two days’ time. Not only did he have to burn it, he also had to take the added precaution of dumping the ashes in the Landwehr canal. After dumping his book’s ashes, he headed straight to the office of his publisher, and smashed the printing plates to pieces. “He will take no chances.” (p. 106) Mildred ends up eating a lot of long, lonely suppers by herself (But maybe she is happy because at least there is no one to pester her about staying out of the living room?)
Then she makes acquaintance of the renowned German writer Hans Fallada (self nearly fainted when she saw the name, even she knows Hans Fallada), whose real name, it turns out, is Rudolf Ditzen.
Stay tuned, dear blog readers. Stay tuned.