The Wall

The Wall

by Haushofer Marlen, Shaun Whiteside
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The Wall by Haushofer Marlen

“I can allow myself to write the truth; all the people for whom I have lied throughout my life are dead…” writes the heroine of Marlen Haushofer’s The Wall, a quite ordinary, unnamed middle-aged woman who awakens to find she is the last living human being. Surmising her solitude is the result of a too successful military experiment, she begins the terrifying work of not only survival, but self-renewal. The Wall is at once a simple and moving talk – of potatoes and beans, of hoping for a calf, of counting matches, of forgetting the taste of sugar and the use of one’s name – and a disturbing meditation on 20th century history.

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9781573449151
Publisher: Cleis Press
Publication date: 06/11/2011
Sold by: SIMON & SCHUSTER
Format: NOOK Book
Pages: 244
Sales rank: 905,031
File size: 441 KB

About the Author

Marlen Haushofer was born on April 11, 1920 in Frauenstein, a region in Upper Austria. She attended Catholic boarding school in Linz, and studied German literature in Vienna and Graz. Her adult life was spent in Steyr, an old industrial city with a strong working class culture and a history of militancy. She died in 1970.

Haushofer published the novella "The Fifth Year” in 1952 and earned her first literary award in 1953. Her first novel, A Handful of Life, was published in 1955. The Wall, published in 1962, is considered her greatest literary achievement. Variously interpreted as an ironic Robinson Crusoe story, a philosophical parable of human isolation, and as dystopian fiction, The Wall is currently recognized for its important place in traditions of feminist fiction. Haushofers’s last novel, The Attic, was published in 1969. Her last short story collection, Terrible Faithfulness, brought her the Austrian state prize for literature. She has been translated into several European languages. The Wall is Haushofer’s only work available in English.

Now deceased, Marlen Haushofer lived in Europe and was a native of Austria.

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The Wall


By Marlen Haushofer

Cleis Press

Copyright © 2012 Marlen Haushofer
All right reserved.

ISBN: 9781573449069

I sat down on a tree-trunk at the side of the road and tried to think. I couldn't. It was as if all my thoughts had abandoned me all at once. Lynx crept closer, and his bloody saliva dripped on to my coat. I stroked him until he calmed down. And then we both looked over to the road, so quiet and glistening in the morning light.

I stood up three more times and convinced myself that here, three yards from me, there really was something invisible, smooth and cool blocking my path. I thought it might be a hallucination, but of course I knew that it was nothing of the the kind. I could have coped much more easily with a momentary insanity than with this terrible, invisible thing. But there was Lynx with his bleeding mouth, and there was the bump on my head, which was begging to ache.

I don't know how long I stayed sitting on the tree-trunk, but I remember my thoughts kept hovering around quit trivial matters, as if they wanted to keep away at all costs from this incomprehensible experience.

The sun rose higher and warmed my back. Lynx licked and licked and finally stopped bleeding. He couldn't have hurt himself too badly.

I realized I had to do something, and ordered Lynx to sit. Then I carefully approached the invisible obstruction with outstretched hands and felt my way along it until I bumped into the last rock of the gorge. I couldn't get any further on that side. On the other side of the road I got as far as the stream, and only now did I notice that the stream was slightly dammed and was flooding its banks. Yet it wasn't carrying that much water. It had been dry all April and the snow had already thawed. On the other side of the wall - I've grown used to calling the thing the wall, because I had to give it some name or other now that it was there - on the other side, then, the bed of the stream was almost dry, and then the water flowed on in a trickle. t had obviously burrowed its way through the porous limestone. So the wall couldn't extend deep into the earth. A fleeting relief flashed through me. I didn't want to cross the blocked stream. There was no reason to believe the wall suddenly stopped, because then it would have been easy for Hugo and Luise to get back.

Suddenly I was struck by what might have been unconsciously worrying me the whole time: the fact that the road was entirely deserted. Someone would have raised the alarm ages ago. IT would have been natural for the villagers to gather inquisitively by the wall. Even if none of them had discovered the wall, Hugo and Luise would surely have bumped into it. The fact that there was not a single person to be seen struck me as even more puzzling than the wall.

I began to shiver in the bright sunshine. The first little farmhouse, only a cottage, in fact, was just around the next corner. If I crossed the stream and climbed up the mountain pasture a little, I would be able to see it.

I went back to Lynx and gave him a good talking to. He was very sensible, of course, and encouragement would have been much more appropriate. It was suddenly a great source of comfort to me that I had Lynx with me. I took off my shoes and socks and waded into the stream. On the other side the wall ran along the foot of the mountain pasture. At last I could see the cottage. It lay very still in the sunlight; a peaceful, familiar scene. A man stood by the spring, holding his right hand cupped halfway between the flowing water and his face. A clean old man. His braces hung around him like snakes, and he had rolled up his shirtsleeves. But his hand didn't get to his face. He wasn't moving at all.

I closed my eyes and waited, then looked again. The clean old man still stood motionless. I now saw that his knees and his left hand were resting on the edge of the stone trough; perhaps that was what stopped him falling over. Beside the house there was a little garden in which herbs grew along with peonies and bleeding-hearts. There was also a thin, tousled lilac bush that had already faded. It had been almost summery that April, even up here in the mountains. In the city even the peonies had faded. No smoke rose from the chimney.

I beat on the wall with my fist. It hurt a little, but nothing happened. And suddenly I no longer felt any desire to break down the wall separating me from the incomprehensible thing that had happened to the old man by the spring. Taking great care, I crossed the stream back to Lynx, who was sniffing at something and seemed to have forgotten his fear. It was a dead nuthatch, its head caved in and its breast flecked with blood. That nuthatch was the first in the long succession of little birds that met their deaths so pitifully one radiant May morning. For some reason I can never forget that nuthatch. While I was contemplating it, I noticed the plaintive cries of the birds. I must have been able to hear them for a long time before I was aware of them.

All of a sudden, all I wanted was to leave that place and get back to the hunting-lodge, away from those pitiful cries and the tiny, blood-smeared corpses. Lynx too had grown worried again, and pressed himself whining against me. On the way back through the forge he stayed close by my side, and I spoke to him reassuringly. I can't remember what I said, it just seemed important to break the silence in the murky, damp gorge, where greenish light seeped through the beech-tree leaves and tiny streams trickled down from the bare rocks on my left. We were in a bad situation, Lynx and I, and at the time we didn't know how bad it was. But we weren't lost entirely, because there were two of us.


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What People are Saying About This

Doris Lessing

The Wall is a wonderful novel. It is not often that you can say only a woman could have written this book, but women in particular will understand the heroine’s loving devotion to the details of making and keeping life, every day felt as a victory against everything that would like to undermine and destroy.

From the Publisher

"The Wall is gripping, please trust me, though why is still somewhat of a mystery to me. How does Haushofer make a woman’s minute reflections of being alone so fascinating? Haushofer writes cleanly and brilliantly, with masterful precision."
—New England Review

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Wall 4.3 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 12 reviews.
Guest More than 1 year ago
I looked up what the critics said about this book before I started reading it and concluded that maybe it is not for me (with the words 'feminism', 'minimalism'). However I decided to give it a go and was rewarded with a great read. 'The Wall' offers a very unique story: the setting 'a woman is cut off from the world and is locked within an invisible wall, in a forest with her animals she has to survive' sounds like SF, but the book is not. It describes in a fascinating way how the main character a 40 year-old woman manages to stay alive in a patch of Austrian mountain-side that seems unaffected by whatever happened to the rest of the planet. A physical and psychological struggle of the character keeps you reading together with the promise of something dark, brooding.... If however you are looking to find whatever this dark element is you won't find a 'Stephen King' like story evolve, but rather Haushofer uses only a few lines at the end of the story to describe it. I won't give away the clue, but if you are waiting for answers at the end of the story I have to disappoint you; they are not there, rather Haushofer's writings forces you to think and come up with your own end.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
App. Move to res.6 The wall by Amanda
Erika__Delgado More than 1 year ago
I'm not the kind of person to roam forests alone or even go to botanical gardens for fun, but that's because I'm allergic to most things that sprout freely from the ground.This book made me wish I could, made me imagine I was, and left lingering feelings that there's something I am missing from living in an urban city and such a technological age. It has been the only motivation I've had to actually take my allergy medication and go to the nearby national parks and just imagine.  Though, at the same time it allowed me to realize that friendship and companionship is something I should never forget nor leave behind. It made me realize the importance of life, human and not.  It's a dystopian master piece. 
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I could not put this book down. I'm not even sure the wall is really there. The story written in the character's own words, from a diary, really had me thinking about the past, present and future. And the ending is one you can put together yourself. It is truly a thought provoking book. I want to see the film for sure now
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Could someone let me in on the A's and a couple of other little marks?Are they intinual or a mishap?It sure can be anoying.I can't believe they are purposely added.Thanks.
GertiB More than 1 year ago
Very deep, reflective, speaks volume about struggle and truimph within oneself. Try not to look at the literal meaning of the wall. Theres no physical wall. Its about the individual invicible wall we have inside of us, and how we struggle to survive in the walls we build. Think about relationships, adversities, loneliness, barriers within us , the fears, desolation , the lost we endure. Think about the strength we dont know we posessed, our ability to not give up, our ability to adapt, to accept and finally see the beauty, the blessings , the resolution. The movie did justice to the book in that it requires more than one viewing for each time, one discovers something new, another revelation about human spirit. 
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
One suspects that many recent dystopian novels were inspired by this story. I thoroughly enjoyed this book and highly recommend it. If you liked The Dog Stars then this is right up yor alley. Sorry to see it end.
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Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I'm not usually a fan of dystopian books, but there's something about this protagonist that really captured my attention.  I read this off the recommendation of a friend, and I'm so glad that I did! Marlen Haushofer nails this aching account of a woman who is the last man standing.
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Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Just mate. :3 Lerl