To the Back of Beyond by Peter Stamm
So many great
novels begin in disruption, with a sudden breach or fracture in what are otherwise equable, often commonplace lives. One day Tolstoy’s respectable Prince Stepan Arkadyevitch Oblonsky
is discovered by his wife to be having an affair with their French governess; Thomas
Bernhard’s captious intellectual hero, Franz-Josef Marau, receives a telegram
one afternoon, informing him of the death of his parents and brother in a car
accident, so that he is compelled to return home from his exile in Rome to the dreaded
family estate of Wolfsegg; Nadine Gordimer’s Maureen Smales, a white middle
class liberal in apartheid South Africa, is forced one night to flee her comfortable
home under the protection of her black servant, July, in order to escape the
revolution that is fast destroying her world; Ian McEwan’s Henry Perowne,
involved one day in a minor car accident in London, finds himself helplessly
ensnared in a confrontation with a mentally disturbed man named Baxter; Toni
Morrison’s runaway slave, Sethe, living safely in the free state of Ohio at the
novel’s start, is haunted by the ghost of her murdered daughter, Beloved; and
Franz Kafka’s innocuous, finally anonymous bank teller, Joseph K., is arrested
one fine morning without having done anything wrong.
Swiss writer Peter
Stamm’s novel To the Back of Beyond begins much this same way. As described on the flyleaf: “Happily married
with two children and a comfortable home in a Swiss town, Thomas and Astrid
enjoy a glass of wine in their garden on a night like any other. Called back to
the house by their son’s cries, Astrid goes inside, expecting her husband to
join her in a bit. But Thomas gets up and, after a brief moment of hesitation,
opens the gate and walks out.”
Alternating
between Thomas’ and Astrid’s perspectives, what follows is a gently philosophical,
at points bewitchingly opaque novel about a middle-class couple adrift in the
contemporary world. Beautifully translated by Michael Hofmann, the final pages
virtually shimmer with light.
Peter
Adam Nash
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