The Meeting at Telgte

by Günter Grass

Book Overview

A group of leading intellectuals from all parts of Germany gather in 1647 for the purpose of strengthening the last remaining bond within a divided nation-its language and literature-as the Thirty Years' War comes to an end. Afterword by Leonard Forster. Translated by Ralph Manheim. A Helen and Kurt Wolff Book

• Format: Hardcover
• Language: English
• ISBN: 0151585881
• ISBN13: 9780151585885
• Release Date: January 1981
• Publisher: Houghton Mifflin Harcourt P
• Length: 147 Pages
• Weight: 0.70 lbs.

Customer Reviews

Are You German Enough?

Or are you well informed about the history of the "Thirty Years War" in Germany? Do the following names mean anything at all to you: Jakob Boehme? Paul Fleming? Andreas Gryphius? Martin Opitz? and especially Paul Gerhardt? And then the really essential names: Heinrich Schuetz? Johann Jacob Christoffel von Grimmelshausen? Those are just a few of the cast of historical personages that Guenter Grass assembles in his imagination in the village of Telgte in 1647, and if the names and places are utterly meaningless to you, you'll never get past the first chapter of this well-packed little book. Still, there are reasons why you might want to try. It's a "quick read" if you have a running start, and drop-dead funny if you have any idea what the stakes are. It's also a vivid lesson in European political and religious history, a lesson that will pound the significance of the 17th Century for 20th Century Germany in your Anglophone head forevermore. And it's a pointed reprimand to the self-importance of writers and scholars of any era. Here's the scene: Simon Dach, a professor of poetry at Koenigsberg, has invited all the most notable Protestant writers of war-torn Germany to gather and discuss the state of the German language and the vision of German intellectuals for a "new Germany" after the impending peace. The poets find themselves helplessly stranded until they are 'rescued' by the extravagant figure of Gelnhausen (Grimmelshausen), unbeknowst to them the most notorious free-booter in Germany. Gelnhausen is the pivotal character in this narrative, and his interface with the assorted literary bigwigs provides most of the humor. They regard him as a rogue and a buffoon, while he is eager to absorb what lessons he can from them. The 'punch line' is that, among all these preening, posing mediocrities, Gelnhausen will become the author of the greatest German novel of the epoch, the picaresque classic "Simplicius Simplicissimus." Quite frankly, if you've never read Simplicius, you'd be better off to start with that, and read Guenter Grass and Bertolt Brecht later. The problem, sad to say, is that Simplicius has never gotten much attention in the English world, and translations go out of print quickly. There's a simplified abridgement of the story available, titled "Adventures of a Simpleton," which I've also reviewed; it's adequate to prepare you for Telgte. As a foil to the resourceful rascal Gelnhausen, Grass introduces the other greatest creative genius of baroque Germany - composer Heinrich Schuetz - into the Telgte 'parliament of fowls' as an uninvited guest. All the assembled 'intellectuals' are secretly uncomfortable with the austere composer, well aware that his opinion of their word-smithing is far from laudatory. Schuetz, in real history, lamented the failure of German writers to provide texts comparable to the Italian poets like Petrarch and Tasso. His own choices for texts to be set in music came chiefly from the Italians and from the German

G. Grass goes 17th century

So in your opinion, today's writers and "intellectuals" are a bunch of self-absorbed irrelevant bigheads? Rewind, 350 years back - welcome to Grass' fictional recount of a meeting of German writers set at the town of Telgte during the "30 Year War". Convention circus, 17th century-style: In the midst of the unprecedented tragedy of the "Great European War" the intellectual elite of its time descends upon a little town with the intention to brainstorm about the sorry state of literature, fatherland and life in general. Instead of a noble battle of wits on the substance of the Big Questions at issue, the lofty intentions fade quickly into the background as perennial personal rivalries and pettyness inmidst this most eminent quorum take over - against the backdrop of a ghostly scenery of a whole continent in ruins, sunken in disease, squalor, starvation and suffering... (but, hey, first things first, we got personal scores to settle here.) Trademark Grass: acute acerbity (and a hefty dose of self-depreciating wit this time), with more levity than you may find in any of his other works. (but no trace of kiddy porn; - even by midwestern standards). German "Nabelschau" at its very best. Grass paints a timeless picture of his own trade, the trivial world of celebrity and vanity.