Devastating Novel "The Land of Green Plums" by Herta Müller

Herta Müller in 2007
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Recently I read a devastating novel, The Land of Green Plums, by Romanian-born German writer Herta Müller (17 August 1953-), and have been haunted by the unbearable hard life she depicted unflinchingly ever since.  The original title, however, was Herztier, Heart Animal, or Heart Beast as the phrase translated by Michael Hofmann for Picador Book.  Besides being a novelist, Müller is also a poet, essayist and she was the recipient of the 2009 Nobel Prize in Literature. Born in Niţchidorf, Timiş County in Romania and her native language is German.[wikipedia]

The novel was set at the height of Ceauşescu's reign of terror and a mere daily existence was a heroic struggle, particularly for intellectuals.  The green plums were referring to omnipresent surveillance agents who chewed on those plums constantly.  Heart Animal was a living presence inside an individual the state was striving to stamp out like wildfire.  The stories she told was intentionally episodic and not always coherent and logical, thus she created a hallucinatory atmosphere and a nightmarish living environment one could not escape from.  The novel impressed me  most by its accurate depiction of seemingly inconsequential but cumulatively enormous burdens the state imposed upon individuals.  The book was a devastating read, particularly for people like me who grew up under the similar circumstances, if not as severe, and have close relatives and friends suffering the similar oppressions even now, more so than I had ever experienced, as the political situation in China gets more insufferable as the Communist Party's legitimacy gets shakier and the totalitarian regimes get lonelier.

The language Müller employed was halting and haunting yet deceptively simple, and the images she conjured up hallucinatory, the morals clear, through tortuous paths. I have to quote some passages from the translated version, which would eloquently correlate all the points I just made.

Its preface was a poem by Gellu Naum (August 1, 1915 – September 29, 2001) was a prominent Romanian poet, dramatist, novelist, children's writer, and translator.[wikipedia]

   Everyone had a friend in every wisp of cloud
   that's how it is with friends where the world is full of fear
   even my mother said, that's how it is
   friends are out of the question
   think of more serious things                                             
                                     
                                        - Gellu Naum

On Page 94, Müller wrote:

I have been interrogated by Captain Pjele on his own without the dog Pjele. Maybe the dog Pjele was having a break, to eat or sleep. Maybe the dog Pjele was off in one of the building's many hidden rooms being trained, either learning something new or practicing something he already knew, while Captain Pjele was interrogating me. Maybe the dog Pjele was with the man and the canvas bag, on the tail of someone else in the street. Maybe with a different man and no canvas bag. Maybe the dog Pjele was following Kurt while Captain Pjele was interrogating me. How many men were there, and how many dogs? As many as a dog has hairs.

On Pages 121-122:

If Frau Margit spent too long reading and ate too many wafer scraps, her stomach would get so holy that she would belch as she peeled the potatoes, and then she would swear even more. Since I've known Frau Margit, holy for me means a dry, whitish crackling in the mouth that makes you belch and swear.

Finally, on Page 177:

On her wrist she had one of my father's dead wristwatches. Why do you wear if, I asked, if it doesn't work? Nobody can see that, she said, and you have one too. Mine works, I said, otherwise I wouldn't be wearing it. If I wear a watch, it makes me feel more secure, she said, even if it's not working. Then why ask me what time it is? I said.

Because that's all I can talk to you about, said Mother.

It was a most memorable book, beautiful and repulsive simultaneously.


This reminded me of another dystopian book I read recently, just before it was awarded a Pulitzer for fiction - The Orphan Master's Son, by Adam Johnson, who claimed that after his thorough research on the brutality took place in North Korea, he deliberately left many harrowing details out, so as not to render the book "unreadable".  Pity.  It was a missed opportunity.

Though the book did give us a sense of sinister atmosphere in North Korea and was eminently readable, it ultimately disappointed because the entertaining and amusing accounts of the hero's adventure went beyond black humor and much of those amusements became dangerously close to be at the cost of the sufferings of the poor North Koreans.  The hero's implausible achievements ultimately rendered the book much closer to an action hero comic book than a serious novel depicting blood and flesh characters.  The pervasive danse macabre could have been perfect if one sensed that the puppeteer was the heartless North Korean leader; instead, it was the author who constantly pulled the strings, quite visible ones and that cheapened the whole enterprise. 


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Chinese Nobel Prize Complex

Mr. Liu Xiaobo

The up-and-coming China and Chinese people are so proud of themselves and eager to prove that they are successful, that they crave to be in all the elite clubs and have celebrated admission to each -- from nuclear weapons, first Olympian champion, first astronauts, their first hosting of Olympic Game and World Expo -- except for one, which is a curious case.

China and the Chinese people have longed for a Chinese citizen to win a Nobel prize for a long time. In the past, several winners were of Chinese descent, but most of them were citizens of other countries, including the 2000 Literary Laureate, Mr. Gao Xingjiang, who wrote in Chinese but was French citizen. Most interestingly, even though China and most Han Chinese people fervently claimed that Tibet is inseparable part of China, they didn't count the 1989 Peace Prize winner Dalai Lama as Chinese Laureate. The Dalai Lama has no citizenship other than Chinese. He doesn’t travel on any passport, instead relying on papers that give his status as a refugee.

In recent years, Chinese media reported Nobel Prize winners with great fanfare as they were announced. This year, after reporting prizes in Physics, Medicine, and Chemistry, they suddenly went mum. When the Nobel Peace Prize for 2010 was announced, recognizing the jailed Chinese dissent, Liu Xiaobo, "for his long and non-violent struggle for fundamental human rights in China", the Chinese media reported nothing. Relevant segments from CNN, NHK and BBC broadcasts were blackened out as well. The 2010 Nobel Peace Prize had apparently been "harmonized", as cynical Chinese citizens would call it. To build a harmonious society is the predominant slogan championed by Chinese government. On surface, it promotes equality. In reality, it is used as an excuse to stamp out opposition and dissent of all kinds.

To make the whole episode in China more farcical, the Chinese government warned the Norwegian government before the award was announced, and protested afterwards, in an attempt to bully the Norwegian government into intervening to prevent the Nobel Foundation from awarding the Peace prize to Mr. Liu. The concept of an independent organization apparently doesn't exist there.



Jingwei Filling Up the Sea / 精衛填海 © Matthew Felix Sun

From this myth comes the Chinese expression 精卫填海 ("Jingwei filling the sea") meaning a symbol of dogged determination and perseverance in the face of seemingly impossible odds. - Wikipedia