All For Nothing

all for nothing

Despite Walter Kempowki’s first success as a novelist coming with the autobiographical Tadellöser und Wolf in 1971, it was only last year that he began to appear in English with the final volume of his ‘German Chronicle’, Swansong 1945, which consists of thousands of personal documents, newspaper reports, letters and diaries collected and collated by the author. This has been followed by a translation of his final novel (by Anthea Bell), All For Nothing, published in 2006, one year before his death.

All For Nothing is also concerned with the Second World War, which Kempowski experienced as a teenager. The novel is set on the Georgenhof estate in East Prussia in 1945 as the Russian army advances on Germany:

“The estate was a small one. All the land apart from a remnant had been sold and the manor house was far from being a castle…Early in this January of 1945, the tiles on the roof were rattling in an icy wind that swept up fine snow from far and away over the fields and against the estate buildings.”

Despite the weather and the distant guns, the estate owners, the von Globigs, live a life relatively sheltered from the hardships of the war. Though the husband has enlisted, he is currently posted in Italy far from the front line; his wife, Katharina, largely spends her time at leisure, insisting she is left in her room to read undisturbed. Their twelve-year-old son, Peter, has even been excused membership of the Hitler Youth on account of his tonsillitis. Only Auntie makes an effort to keep the estate running, roaming the rooms in her trousers and two cardigans while shouting at the imported servants (a Pole and two Ukrainians).

From the start, All For Nothing feels like a Chekhov play: the snow, the country house setting, the procession of regular and irregular visitors. The way in which the past washes across the present also feels very like Chekhov: Peter’s sister, Elfie’s, room preserved from the day she died; Katharina reminiscing over a day spent at the beach with another man, Sarkander, when her husband was in Berlin for the Olympics. Here, the threat to the family comes from the war, something they have avoided up to this point but which will now encroach upon them entirely.

Kempowski builds the tension incrementally. In the first half the war impinges on Katharina’s consciousness in the form of visitors who have already suffered at its hands: Herr Schunemann, for example, who arrives on crutches, a stamp-collecting ‘political economist’, who is the first to warn them of the Russian threat:

“Who could tell what was going to happen? The Russians? Who knew? At the moment, he said, the front was deep in slumber, but that could change in no time at all.”

“Pack it all up!” he tells them. For the visitors, the house is a sanctuary, a place where food and warmth are available; at the same time, all of them are moving on.

The war intervenes more directly when Katharina is asked by the local Pastor to shelter a man for the night. Her agreement arises from her foggy understanding of what is happening around her:

“A strange man? For a night? Possibly one of those men in the striped uniforms?”

In the novel’s second half the question of whether they should leave Georgenhof becomes more urgent. Columns of refugees pass by until the nearby town is all but empty.

All For Nothing is a richly atmospheric novel. The von Globigs’ privileged position makes its difficult for them to understand the dangers which approach, both from the Russian advance and the local Nazi official, Drygalski, who has long looked for an excuse to take them down a peg or two (for example, insisting they use Elfie’s bedroom to house refugees). Even when she is in most peril Katharina thinks that Sarkander will save her on the basis of their day away. Even Auntie, the most practical character, refers more than once to how well-treated they were by the Russians at the end of the First World War. None of them can accept the powerlessness which the novel so exemplifies, encapsulated in its title. Despite all this, however, Kempowski still manages to pull off a surprise at the end.

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10 Responses to “All For Nothing”

  1. winstonsdad Says:

    I read this last month but it was due back at library so didn’t review it there was a feeling of the main family just not grasping the world around them I have swansong 1945 by him as well from library so hope to review that one

    • 1streading Says:

      I’ll be interested to hear about Swansong 1945. You’re right about the family – they seem to have lived so long untouched by the war they can’t believe it is encroaching.

  2. BookerTalk Says:

    You just sold me on this with your comment that it’s like a Chekhov play. I’ve been looking for a German author to get my teeth into – my last one wasn’t great. Thanks!

  3. A Little Blog of Books Says:

    I got a copy of All for Nothing recently and I’m looking forward to reading it soon.

  4. JacquiWine Says:

    I like your reference to Chekhov, Grant – a possibility for German Lit Month, perhaps.

    PS I’ve been meaning to say this for ages – your breadth of knowledge of literature in translation never ceases to amaze me. I always feel I learn something from your posts.

    • 1streading Says:

      Unfortunately my breadth of knowledge isn’t as broad as it appears – I’m forever encountering writers I’ve never heard of!
      I think this would be an excellent choice for German literature month though.

  5. Mytwostotinki Says:

    I discovered Kempowski a long time ago after I watched Eberhard Fechner’s brilliant Tadellöser & Wolff mini-serial that is based on K.’s autobiographical novels. A popular author that is (at least in Germany) very much underrated by the “serious” literary critics. Undeservedly so, I think.

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