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C harlotte Roche was born in High Wycombe and brought up in Germany. Often, she is wearing puff-sleeves. Do not be misled. Wetlands is Roche’s first book. The opening sentence concerns haemorrhoids: By page two, the heroine is reminiscing about anal sex. When the novel was launched in Germany, audience members reportedly fainted at readings.
In fact, people faint quite a lot at readings, but this is usually less to do with titillation and more to do with long passages of landscape description. And yet, despite all this, for a time last year Wetlands was the number one bestseller in the world. Although its title conjures up the poetic Fens it is possible to see why the British publishers avoided the more accurate translation “Moist Areas”Wetlands takes place entirely in a German hospital room. This room is occupied by Helen Memel, the novel’s year-old narrator, who has been admitted with a self-inflicted injury.
In the course of shaving her less talkative end, she managed to cut her anus with a razor. The wound festered and now she needs an operation. Laid out on a hospital bed, bottom bare to the breeze, Helen ruminates at length on her body and its products.
Occasionally, some oafish doctor comes in and says something oafish this part is quite believable. Otherwise, not very much happens. Sometimes, Helen is in pain and sometimes she is hungry. But mostly, she thinks, in the great German tradition. The novel’s basic premise is that Helen has had sex, feels great about that, and is generally at home and easy with human fluids in a way that the rest of us are not.
the bumpidee reader: Feuchtgebiete (Wetlands) by Charlotte Roche
She likes to smell and eat her “smegma”. She is in love with her copious “slime”. She broods on her “well-trained pelvic muscles'” and her “very successful” experiences of anal sex. She is fascinated by masturbation, which she appears to believe she invented.
Helen is feuchtgebietf one of those women. She molests barbecue tongs and avocado pits. And the shower attachment, of course. Sometimes, I feel like the only woman in the world who uses the shower attachment for washing my hair. While masturbating, Helen likes to hum Amazing Grace, which does go to illustrate the incredible diversity of human sexuality.
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But Helen doesn’t just want to celebrate novel ways with boiled eggs. Her story is also a manifesto against prissy Anglo-American hygiene habits: In this respect – in its stress on the naturalness of bodies – Wetlands is quite German, just as The Sexual Life of Catherine M’s obsessive deconstruction of the author’s desire for rough sex with lorry drivers was quite French, and Secret Diary of a Call Girl’s focus on “shagging” was quite British. Disturbingly, this would suggest we are most our national selves when naked.
Anyway, never again should a true Brit complain about Germans draping their towels over sun loungers. Rather, thank God it is only a towel. When visiting public lavatories, Helen likes to “rub the entire seat with my pussy before I sit down”. For Roche’s novel to work, we have to believe several things.
And she seems like such a nice girl…
One is that her heroine’s body – and its products – are somehow shocking. Another is that people are primarily concerned with niceness in their pursuit of sexual fulfilment.
I don’t know if I’m the best person to judge this any more, because I work in a hospital, which alters your outlook. Doctors are forever peering into doach dishes and devising stool charts. Bodies are not disgusting. And nothing is shocking.
Stand too close to a colorectal surgeon and they’ll inevitably show you a picture of some object they’ve “delivered”.
Roche also feels that women struggle with self-expression. As she has described it: If it were, the immortal phrase “party equipment” would never feuchtegbiete been invented.
Surely both genders are equally tongue-tied when it comes to sex. We are stuck with porn, slang and biology. I’m not sure Roche has solved the problem here. It’s a difficult road to freedom, but is calling one’s labia “ladyfingers” truly a leap forward? Is “snail-tail” really an advance on “clitoris”? Some of this may be down to the translation: Topics Fiction Teuchtgebiete Observer.