Issue 27 | Winter 2021

My Red Heaven

Reviewed by Jeffery Condran 

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Dzanc Books, 2019
Fiction. 200 Pages. $16.95
ISBN: 978-1-950539-031-5

Describing experimental fiction always invites metaphor. Because My Red Heaven by Lance Olsen is inspired by Otto Freundlich’s 1933 painting of the same title—a painting composed of a series of roughly rectilinear shapes of varying colors—collage is the first metaphor that comes to mind. Constellation might serve better, however, as the painting acts as a center of gravity that attracts any number of heavenly bodies in the form of characters who run the gamut from the prosaic to the profound to the internationally celebrated: Franz Kafka, Albert Einstein, Rosa Luxemburg, Greta Garbo, Adolf Hitler…and so many, many more. Dozens.

A careful reader might feel the urge to make a list of all the noteworthy Berliners who appear in the novel’s pages. This would be a mistake. These characters can’t best show their value linearly—they must be experienced the way a viewer experiences a painting—both all at once and in its individual, dynamic parts. Fortunately, Olsen appreciates the challenge he’s setting readers and regularly provides them with ideas about how to read the novel, just as a map provides a key. This quotation, attributed to a fictional Walter Benjamin as he  considers the aesthetic of his own work, is a wonderful example: 

a building that could be approached from various sides, but which does not result in a lessening of the visitor’s experience of the space. Olsen’s most common device to create cohesion is the gravitational pull of juxtaposition. A scene in one section where lovers in a park are interrupted by a couple scavenging for mushrooms leads to a scene in the next section where Martin Heidegger cooks those mushrooms for Hannah Arendt. The result is a seamless movement from section to section, just as Freundlich gave motion to his painting by only gradually shifting the tone of the colors from block to block.

The Berlin that emerges from all these details is a city on fire. Made economically and socially unstable after defeat in the Great War, the German capital is a place continually vying for a new identity, and with no shortage of personalities or their ideas. Every aspect of modern life strives for its place: politics, industry, science, the arts, music, architecture, literature, motion pictures. And of course, Weimar Berlin’s notorious nightlife. In almost every line, there is a great swelling of possibility.

At the same time, writing about history inevitably invites dramatic irony, a device that Olsen employs to great effect, sometimes through foreshadowing and sometimes through instances of flash forward where he helps the reader to envision the violent fates of many of his characters. We know what’s coming for Germany in only a few years, and that knowledge suffuses the novel with an existential sadness that 21st century readers will find all too familiar.

One of the central incidents of the novel is a traffic accident that occurs directly in front of Berlin’s famous Hotel Adlon. The driver of a beer truck, Heinz Buchholz (who will later be working as a stenographer in the Wolf’s Lair on the afternoon when an assassination attempt is made on Adolf Hitler), is distracted by the sight of a bear being led along on a leash by a man playing the flute in whose wake march a group of children. The sight is so disarming that Heinz runs up onto the curb and strikes the diplomat Alfred Phillips, who is on his way to buy marzipan for his pregnant wife and planning to sneak in a quick trip to visit his mistress who lives above the bakery. At the moment of impact, Greta Garbo walks onto her balcony to look down at the street below:

And then the traffic accumulating. The restless horns. The onlookers. This gradual drawing-together of everything into one incomprehensible center, everything briefly connected to everything el—

It takes some time for Phillips to realize that he has not survived the crash, that he is indeed dead, that as Garbo imagines, “Your last awareness [is of] the sounds of the world starting to go on without you [and]…Loneliness…in its purest form” has become his fate. Suddenly, in what might eventually come as a relief to him and to the reader, Phillips steps out of time, certainly out of History, and joins a group of Berlin’s dead who congregate along the roof of the Hotel Adlon, looking down on the world and commenting on it, sometimes singly, sometimes in groups, very much as a Greek chorus might do. Olsen, throughout the novel, gives them much to discuss.

The dead are referred to as “gray voices” who “swoop…around like bats frantically collecting mosquitoes at twilight.” They alight on Rosa Luxemburg who is executed in her apartment building and whose body is thrown into the river; on Joseph Goebbles, whose propaganda incites violence throughout the city; and on all the artists and musicians and writers whose work tries but fails to save Germany from itself. 

My Red Heaven—and perhaps Lance Olsen’s entire career as a writer—has earnestly taken to heart Milan Kundera’s admonition in hisThe Art of the Novel that the “novel should do what only the novel can do,” by which he meant, among other things, a stepping away from the nineteenth-century French realism of Balzac toward something more playful and inclusive, something that might use history, poetry, photography—anything at the novelist’s disposal—so long as the goal is to make knowledge. Olsen’s latest novel has done all of these things, and is written in language often graceful and elegiac, something unexpected and wonderful to discover in any work. The result is a reading experience that satisfies the heart and the mind.  

Jeffrey Condran AuthorJeffrey Condran is the author of the story collection, A Fingerprint Repeated (Press 53). His debut novel, Prague Summer (Counterpoint), was published in August 2014 and received a 2015 Independent Publisher Book Award’s Silver Medal. His fiction has appeared in journals such as The Kenyon Review, The Missouri Review, and Epoch, and has been awarded the The Missouri Review’s 2010 William Peden Prize and Pushcart Prize nominations. He is an Associate Professor of Creative Writing at the University of Arkansas at Little Rock and co-founder/publisher of the independent literary press, Braddock Avenue Books. His new story collection, Claire, Wading Into the Danube By Night, will appear in Spring 2020.

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Lance Olsen is author of more than 25 books of and about innovative writing, including, most recently, the novel Dreamlives of Debris. His short stories, essays, and reviews have appeared in hundreds of journals and anthologies, such as Conjunctions, Black Warrior Review, Fiction International, BOMB, McSweeney’s, and Best American Non-Required Reading. A Guggenheim, Berlin Prize, D.A.A.D. Artist-in-Berlin Residency, N.E.A. Fellowship, and Pushcart Prize recipient, as well as a Fulbright Scholar, he teaches experimental narrative theory and practice at the University of Utah, where he directs the creative writing program.