A Viennese woman cooks dinner for her lover, waits by the telephone, delays embarking on a trip or writing the book she’s meant to write. And in that nulltime, the abyss of twentieth-century trauma yawns wide open and engulfs her.

—Tom McCarthy

Now a New Directions book, the legendary novel “equal to the best of Virginia Woolf and Samuel Beckett” (The New York Times Book Review)

Available May 28, 2019

Malina

Fiction by Ingeborg Bachmann

Translated by Philip Boehm

With a contribution by Rachel Kushner

Malina invites the reader on a linguistic journey into a world stretched to the very limits of language with Wittgensteinian zeal and Joycean inventiveness, where Ingeborg Bachmann ventriloquizes—and in the process demolishes— Proust, Musil, and Balzac, while filtering everything through her own utterly singular idiom. Since its original publication in 1971, Malina remains, quite simply, unlike anything else; it’s a masterpiece. Malina uses the intertwined lives of three characters to explore the roots of society’s breakdown that led to fascism, and in Bachmann’s own words, “it doesn’t start with the first bombs that are dropped; it doesn’t start with the terror that can be written about in every newspaper. It starts with relationships between people. Fascism is the first thing in the relationship between a man and a woman, and I attempted to say that here in this society there is always war. There isn’t war and peace, there’s only war.”

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Paperback (published May 28, 2019)

ISBN
9780811228722
Price US
16.95
Trim Size
5 x 8"
Page Count
256

A Viennese woman cooks dinner for her lover, waits by the telephone, delays embarking on a trip or writing the book she’s meant to write. And in that nulltime, the abyss of twentieth-century trauma yawns wide open and engulfs her.

—Tom McCarthy

The most intelligent and important woman writer our land has produced this century.

—Thomas Bernhard

A masterpiece!

—Naja Marie Aidt, Publishers Weekly

It seems in Malina there is nothing Bachmann cannot do with words.

Los Angeles Times