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8/12/2019 Jelinek Snow White
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Sabine Hollweck
as Snow White,
directed by Andr
Bastian, .
Courtesy of Theater
in der Tonne
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Elfriede Jelinek
Translated by Gitta Honegger
Snow White
Copyright by Elfriede Jelinek. English t ranslation copyright by Gitta Honegger. All rights reserved. No
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Sabine Oswald, Berlin Verlag, Greifswalder Strasse , Berlin, Germany.
Two giant, stuffed monster dolls, made of knitted
wool, one , the other a
with hat and gun, are talking quietly to each
other. The voices are coming from offstage and are
slightly distorted.
I have been walking forever
around every possible bend and turn in the
forest and what am I not finding? Dwarfs!
They say dwarfs are pleasant like us, but
different in shape. Whereas, you, sir, look
like someone with a shape close to mine,but rather unpleasant. Perhaps its all those
responsibilities you have. It certainly is a lot
of work clearing all that Being and cutting
to the chase. I represent the lighter side. For
a long time I was successful because of my
looks, then, as I was zealously looking for
more success, I stepped into my stepmothers
trap who grabbed me from an angle I didnt
expect and soon after poisoned me with fruit.
She dug a hole for someone else and didnt fall
into her own trap. Since then I have become
a seeker of truth, also in linguistic matters.
All of that seems to be of enormous interest
to the public, as my story has been around
for hundreds of years, I have no idea whats
supposed to be so funny or exciting about it.
Its as if I had to constantly lift myself up and
fall down again, felled by another woman.
A pleasant exception, which death is not.He always keeps coming, usually as a man
and then it turns out thats not what he is.
He stalks us, arrives uncalled for, and just
as we become successful, as in my case, he
doesnt let us enjoy it, but takes us off the field
without offering any comfort.
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Could it be that you are leading
yourself astray? May I suggest that you give
up being your own sole refuge so that you
wont miss the truth, which has been looking
for you all this time, which I found in the
forest severa l times, a helpless figure and
also in the shape of hidden graves for man
and beasts. The animal graves are not my
doing, as I always take my kill with me.
Its too good for the earth. Since you dont
feed the truth with things you found and
you dont have any experience in collecting
kills, because you are the kill, it follows
that the truth will be running from you the
first chance it gets. I simply dont believe
your version of the story, my dear. There isno detour anywhere for truth to avoid you.
Just put yourself in truths place: she would
have to think she is blinded by the lights of a
truck, confronted suddenly by a woman like
you, not to speak of your clothes that much
I understand about fashion completely
unsuited for the forest. Now, that woman is
questioning truth about one or more people,
who are wearing hats which, in my opinion,
no one else would ever want to put on. What
a sight that would be! Take a look at my hatinstead, thats what you and your missing
persons should wear! With those beautiful
gurnard feathers on top super wouldnt
you say? Never anything pointed, please!
With their short bodies, did they think they
would look taller with those things on their
heads! High heels, special insoles, teased,
resurfaced haircuts! No wonder truth doesnt
want to identify with such creatures! Why
should truth want to appear as seven people,
when she cant even pass quietly as one? Even
though that would finally put an end to it all
and one could start telling fairy tales again?
Thats why she became so shy, after al l, with
everyone going after her.
And now you too are hanging out
around here. Let me tell you something: Your
beauty doesnt count much among those of
us who hike through the wilderness. Once
a week there is pair-skating practice on the
frozen lakes. Beauty and Truth are also
participating, so they can get to know each
other better. Why dont you join them, Miss?
Maybe you will find truth more appealing
than beauty? That would be a change for you
for once! One can slurp up beauty like an
experience, but then, clutching to the truth
so it wont slip on the ice, it will be gone. On
the other hand, seven persons for the truth
wouldnt be so bad, come to think of it, small
as it is, one should perhaps duplicate the
truth, so one can at least see it for once. In
any case it would hit you with its pointed cap.Ouch, yes: The truth as a coat rack spiked
with caps. And then this beauty who doesnt
want to put on any of those caps, so she wont
be ridiculous and thus her own enemy. Truth
as the madness of Being. You, Miss, are crazy,
by the way, if you think you are seeing me. I
am invisible. And if I were visible, I wouldnt
exist and you wouldnt be able to see me
either. So it doesnt matter whether or not you
recognize me. You were probably mistaken,
when you took me for the truth just becauseyou couldnt see me. Well, at any rate, I am
not part of your truths. You better take a
closer look at my hat, before you cant see me,
but nevertheless start a stupid conversation
with me! I am death, period. Death as the
ultimate truth. Seen that way, youd even be
right looking for me! I like that: Death as the
final truth, who for that reason doesnt want
to know anything about himself. But thats
not the case. Death exposed: The naked
animal and man carried away by its dumbness
so that at long last he would not have to know
anything about himself. Nonetheless, die
he must, even if he is unconscious already.
Death as the blindness to your nakedness.
But watch out! Not everything you cant see
is death, as I already explained. As far as I
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am concerned you will never know for sure.
A hunter certainly isnt a particularly original
disguise. I shiver when I see your blank-eyed
faith thats blind to boot. You shouldnt force
any of your little secrets on me, but I know
I cant stop you anyway. Do you think if one
could see death, anyone would put up with
him even if only for, lets say, the duration
of a dinner of unburied animals, to which
he would have had to contribute to begin
with? There you go. Stil l, thats not a reason
for me to want to have anything to do with
the truth. Certainly not. Truth cares about
nothing but itself. But at the moment theres
no better performer of it than myself. So Ill
have to go on playing it; I dont even knowwhether Im still playing. I havent wanted
to for a long time, but I have to. One, the
very last one, I kept as a model, all the other
truths before that didnt escape me and my
weapon. I was thorough. The last ones pretty
small. I still keep looking at her all the time
so I know who I am. About as small as your
little dwarfs are supposed to be. However, as
an autodidact I worked my way up with great
energy and diligence, and now I confidently
glide across life as on a frozen lake.
Oh, but life wants to be
admired and looked at from many sides, dont
you think so too? It is beautiful, isnt it? Nor
should trivialities ever be too small for us. If
I dont find the little things I am looking for,
I can also turn to the big stuff, which you
insist you embody. Whats bigger than death,
which aint no bargain, but a lousy deal. Even
if it tastes delicious, like a Granny Smith
apple. Inside, theres still the worm, making
his opening move, death stored in a safe,which he quietly eats his way through; thus
the core has been opened and shut all at once:
Beingitself, hello! Well, it certainly wasnt a
good deal! My guts are out of sync because of
rotten fruit. Like the key to my being, which
is rather high-strung. A pitiful fate, a mild
constipation. Then: Climb every mountain
as societys great mission, but unfortunately
most of the time there arent any mountains.
Here we have foothills at best, a threshold to
be crossed without getting hurt. I am now
filing a claim with Existential Insurance
and then I will request a search for missing
persons, because I was unconscious for such a
long time, and diagnosed by my stepmother
as dead and powerless. She was wrong.
Besides: No one misses power as much as the
one without it. Maybe thats why she wanted
to kill me. Because she knew I would rise
and instantly become the most power-hungry
creature; that is, I would claim all that stuffshe loves to pile up around her. All junk! So
suddenly theres this doozy coming on the
scene, not nearly as pretty as I, quite a bit
older than I, which, I am sure, annoys her
even in her dreams, wanting to rob me of
my being! She thinks that beauty will come
to her because it finds a corpse too boring.
Because beauty wants to stay in the world
forever, preferably in full color in all those
magazines one leafs through so quickly that
they lose their pages faster than a tree dropsits leaves. Mama cant come to terms with
the experience of powerlessness vis--vis my
beauty, so she just tried to wreck the resources
of my power with nothing but an apple.
An apple against apple cheeks! Imagine! A
battle of Titanias. Yet it would have been so
simple. Youd only have to stand in front of
me and my power would be gone, because
no one could see me! It wouldnt work with
dwarfs, because they are shorter than I am,
thats why, after my experience, I am looking
only for dwarfs and thats not easy, let
me tell you. And Ill be happy to lie down
for the dwarfs, so that they too can have
their ego moments. And if its just to annoy
stepmommy, who in questions regarding
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the unknown set up a ranking system as to
who can exist and who cant. She can. I cant.
Because of too much beauty and her fear
of competition. The dwarfs can, but only
because she never saw them. Nevertheless, she
warned me about them!
Well, you wont find them around
me, your little dwarfs. I am in charge of
clearing, not of the complications that might
come up in the process. . . . Of course I
notice when something blocks my clearing,
a corner, a set of beings in animal shape, and
let me assure you, I wouldnt be so hot for
the second set; its my gun, it always huffs
and puffs and drips and pants. No, the other
way around. Id rather preserve and keep my
clearing inside myself, like a Tupperware
bowl. Thats why I became a hunter. Thats
why I am not interested in that Dwarf Truth,
whom you are looking for here at the edge
of the woods, of all places. I am the Giant
Untruth. I extinguish everything that exists
with my comprehensive extinction plan. I
did, however, apprentice with the truth and
therefore, in an emergency, I can perform it
too. So that you and even I myself will believe
that I am the truth. The last one thats still
on the market. The circumstances of my life:
Holed up in a hide egging myself on to
cut to the chaste, framing the game from an
enframing, a few big guns like myself, shoot.
Games over. All processed into food. All in
due process. No judge necessary. The only
one who does not have to fear the judge is
death. I am always on the road and always
legally, even if I enjoy speeding sometimes to
get to the river of death, which I cross with
my knickerbockered legs.
Then tell me: Why is it that I
still am and I am not nothing, as it was the
plan of my stepmother? Bombing me back
to my origin by means of an apple? I think
that is because I had no other alternative but
to be just me, just for mysel f. My stepmother
always wanted to be for others, through her
beauty, which she kept mirroring all the time,
as if she came in twos at the least. My being
was a sore in her eye, which only wanted to
look at herself. The mirror wasnt the Why.
It was the What. It was the What Else Do
You All Want? Because I was also reflected in
the mirror, I was there, even before her. The
ranking order of beauty was: Snow White
first, stepmother always second. The mirror
opened like a closet, it threw its double doors
wide open and wondered what got into it.
Me! Always first! Glowing so gloriously that
you couldnt even see the old newspapers
on the bottom, with pictures, faded beforetheir time, of types like myself. One cant
be there and not be there at the same time.
Well, maybe you can, I cant. That posed a
lot of questions for the mirror and for mother
goose step, an entire catalog of questions with
pretty pictures, all of myself, did that make
her mad, let me tell you! A catalog, which also
contained the answer and the price for it. And
the questions escaped; screaming loudly, they
shook off their anklets and scattered all over.
Yes, sir. The questions of that woman, whomI should never call mama, aimed arrogantly
above my being, without the slightest
consideration for myself, into thin air. At least
she could have at least rolled out my being
and made good use of it as a rug. The castles
floors are pretty cold, you know. No way. I
had to be completely out of the way! Now at
least some thinking could have come in with
its thin little voice. Thats also a nice hobby; it
only takes a little wondering to get it started.
But why would any woman, so taken with
herself that she doesnt really need the mirror,
even though she consults it daily because
she knows she is the prettiest, why would
such a woman find it necessary to confront
the unknown? There you go. That woman
asks her mirror what cant be asked, takes
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the inexhaustible for abundance and stuffs it
into the answer about which she was certain
anyway without having thought about it. That
cake cant come out well. I could have told
her so right away. What was she thinking?
Poisoning me with an apple. There are more
pleasant ways to die, let me tell you, but not
a more original one. My way of dying wasnt
one at all. Is that the way to act, just killing
someone? However, I am not really dead, as
you can see. What can I tell you, you are the
expert! So back to the starting position. You
out! Dwarf in!
(aiming at her) A dwarf should be
allowed to do what I cant? Whatever it may
be? There is room for all in the forest, but
originally it was planned just for me and my
prey. I would even enjoy meeting such small
constructions, if I had a little more time. But
I dont have time and therefore I take the time
thats allotted to other creatures. I decide
when times over and I take what would
have been left to them. Thats usually used
up quickly, too. Death, you know, eats up
the time of others and therefore he is always
hungry. Ones own time is never enough, after
all. And the excursion on other peoples time
doesnt yield much either. Humans end up
completely humanized. By that I mean exactly
what you say about your stepmother. I have
the impression that what disturbs you most
about that woman, who tried to mess around
with my job, is that she seems to believe one
can have all the answers in advance and that
its possible to control reason with reason.
That would also get on my nerves if I had
any; it makes as little sense as a shopping
center that closes in the evening and still callsitself a shopping center at night.
(shielding her eyes with her hands)
Really, now! If you please! What is this thing
youve been holding up against me all this
time? A flashlight? Keep in mind that my
eyes are still weak, because I saw death in
its special edition, which I am sure you are
familiar with: as a brightly glowing tunnel. I
am still blinded from it. Cant you see how I
still have to squeeze my eyes! Please step to
the side! Maybe you have been blocking my
view for hours now of one or more of the little
people with whom I have an appointment. Or
are you just supposed to give me their address
and you are delaying the moment of our
farewell? Were you called here by my calling?
I only know: across the seven mountains.
People are so sloppy when they dictate
something over the phone. They never wait
Daniel Brockhaus
as the Hunter in
Snow White, directed
by Andr Bastian,
. Courtesy of
Theater in der Tonne
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to find out whether one really got it. Besides I
would now prefer lying to sitting. I am quite
tired from the poison. My maliciousness
shall slumber. The people shall soften their
deeds a bit and reach their goals. At least they
shouldnt get restless if they have profound
questions. The unexplainable shall rest in its
ground of explanations until it gets kicked in
the ass by the advance of flowers from below.
Then it had better get up and enlighten us,
so we finally get a picture of what is. There.
That would be the end of my wish list. Beauty
can dress itself in modesty. If one can move
about freely, one has to immediately present
a picture of the way things are. Even if one
cant picture how big these things really are.Dwarfs are rather small. Nevertheless they
scorn my modesty. I heard they wanted no
less than the most beautiful woman in the
world, so that they would receive comfort and
give their unrestrained behavior in return,
on request, also outside the house, in the
meadow, where theyd hurry towards me,
their members exposed, and theyd pounce on
me, all at once. If only they knew how often I
had to hear that! Thats what my stepmother
had thought up for me! For years she tried toscare me with that story! She claimed that
once the dwarfs got what they wanted, they
would be ungrateful, like all other beings.
Whats that glowing in the dark, the as-of-yet
undefined thing itself you are still holding up
to my face? That long, thin, shiny thing? And
how does one turn it off again?
I wouldnt necessarily call this a
flashlight. Rather, I use it to blow out the
light. There are creatures popping up in
the forest who think they produce a vitalintellectual life, but thats nothing to me. Not
an obstacle! On the local NASCAR tracks
its reason fighting the dog faith, who can
always roam around freely, yapping, yelping,
howling, snarling, slavering. Its a shame I
cant show you, but I dont have a hunting
dog; I dont need one. Well, those two are
at each others throat, the intelligent design
shop is open for business, there you can get
anything from shoelaces and shreds of prayer
to a piece of ground fifty centimeters by fifty,
its the ground for the nongrounding of truth,
its yours now, even if you would like to find
new grounds for your truth and reject mine,
although it is, as I said, the last specimen.
Well then, who is the winner in the fight
of commodity versus ground, faith versus
reason? THE ANIMAL. Which has won
the highest confirmation of its assumed rank,
until a stronger one comes along? The littlefire in the hearth of being is still glowing, in
the dusk of Sunday evening; a woman appears
as the weekly Sunday debacle, dressed in a
sort of nightgown, forgive me for not being
able to come up with a better description of
your garment, it doesnt matter anyhow, the
night permeates everything and I am bringing
it to you right now.
(He shoots . To the corpse:)
Have you also been one of those women,who only bring movie figures into the world,
because they want to look like them? Who
shy away from life? Shying away from death
didnt help you at all; he follows you under my
label. You were nothing but a girl who let her
naked foot be seen in the grass, which was
much too cold for it. You shouldnt walk in
the forest dressed for a coffin. In your case it
was practica l, though, you didnt even have to
change clothes. I dont care, as I said, I dont
know anything about ladies and the whims
of fashion. In any case, thats a kill I leave
behind. Time was all I took from her; that
had to be enough. In any event, it was the
most dangerous thing about her. Five minutes
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longer and she could have possibly talked me
into getting smaller than I am. Now she is
completely helpless, of course, because beauty,
on the other hand, fears nothing more than
time. No earth on top of her. It would be too
light.
Shoulders his gun and exits.
The enter and surround
.
Thats typical. There
she goes, dear girl. Yet she could have found
us easily, if she hadnt been holding her
trail map upside down all this t ime. What
this beauty took for valleys, were actual ly
mountains. Only goodness can move
mountains sometimes also faith only
beauty cant do that. She can miss the
mountains by many miles, even if there
are seven of them. The mountains were
where theyve always been, only beauty,
unfortunately, was in the wrong place. In any
case, all the work is left to us. We always have
to adopt a firm attitude and clean up the dirt
of others. Sometimes we think wed also like
to be dead, so that people could learn from
funny people like us that death isnt as funny
as they apparently imagined.
They put into the glass coffin and
carry her off.
End of play.