A theatrical monologue, as an apology of life, with no conclusions, all questions and hints. Austrian Nobel laureate Peter Handke closed in December 82, but continues, as tireless, as a lust. These days he released his latest book, a 75 -page wide brochure from the Suhrkamp editions entitled “Snow of Yesterday, Snow of Tomorrow”, a piece for the theater, but a drama without dialogues, a “song without a refinement”, such as The publishing house notes. This master of interiority appears as often as a lonely hiker and monitors. For the meaning of life, but without checks and great truths. In his work, small truths had the lead.

So now: the flying of a fly released from a palm, the shadows of the clouds that flourish in the meadows, the sound of the drops of rain falling into the leaf. So often in Handke the secondary and slippery as an epitome of the essential. This booklet, in addition to the characteristic of the author’s poetic renewal, leaves the impression of a Requiem, a pervasive sense of some upcoming end, let alone at the end of the book another narrator tells us that the lonely hikers was lost forever at the end of the book. Forest.

A quote

“Why did I be born? Ah and ‘I know it! To become a chimney cleaner? To lift the ladies to the centers to dance? To become a pant to all use? To make hazelnut wood sticks? To become a blind guide? To Do I decipher the Scriptures? – Yes, I have to. Or rather: not yet. My gift still reserves tomorrow?! Yes, the country with chimeras, the only country where you are worth living. Blues on the illuminated avenues, blues all day, and in the soil of the meadow the twist of the brook that called “waterflies” since the Middle Ages. And how do they call me today? And how did I say yesterday? And how will they call me tomorrow? And the verb “save” in ancient Greece ends with a stubbornly prolonged double vowel, and even with a twice aside, the last letter of the alphabet, to continue to trumpet this long -suffering ω as if it were a call, not, not only, not only, One last omega, and then another last one again one last oh, and go saying … “