Irmgard
Keun was born in the Charlottenburg district in Berlin in 1905 of
Eduard and Elsa-Charlotte Keun. She and her family live in Berlin
before moving in 1913 to Cologne. In 1921 Keun attended a business
school and then took shorthand and typing lessons. She then works as
a stenographer. From 1925 to 1927 Irmgard Keun attended the Cologne
School of Theater. Some engagements ensue, but with little success.
For this reason she ended her theatrical career in 1929 and began
writing, encouraged by Alfred Döblin. In 1932 she married author and
director Johannes Tralow; the couple divorced in 1937.
In 1931, her first novel, Gilgi - one of us, makes Irmgard Keun famous from one day to the next. Similarly, The Artificial Silk Girl, 1932, is a commercial success. But in 1933-1934 her books were confiscated and banned by the Nazi regime.
In 1931, her first novel, Gilgi - one of us, makes Irmgard Keun famous from one day to the next. Similarly, The Artificial Silk Girl, 1932, is a commercial success. But in 1933-1934 her books were confiscated and banned by the Nazi regime.
"Many philosophers, historians, artists, composed with the Nazi
regime. In contrast", writes Klaus Mann in The Turning Point, "German
writers – and it is a satisfactory conclusion - showed more courage
in 1933 than the members of other professions. Very quickly, a whole
section of our literature went into exile." Among known
representatives, even if her name is less known than others, Irmgard
Keun, 30 years old in 1935, author of Gilgi and The
artificial silk girl: in 1933, these two best-sellers
disappeared from German libraries and bookshops. Mann: "Those
who were compromised by their race were not the only ones to take
off. Many, whose non-Jewish blood was irreproachable, departed too:
Fritz von Unruh and Leonhard Frank, Bertolt Brecht and Oskar Maria
Graf, René Schickelé and Annette Kolb, Werner Hegemann and Georg
Kaiser, Erich Maria Remarque and Johannes R. Becher, Irmgard Keun and
Gustav Regler, Hans Henny Jahnn and Bodo Uhse, Heinrich and Thomas
Mann: to name just a few. "
Keun is only entitled to this mention in the memoirs of Klaus Mann. In 1941, she appears in another list, that of suicidal exiled writers. It is a mistake. But she lets it be said, as it allows her to return to Germany under false identity. She died in 1982, again briefly rich and famous, reissued in her country, reinstated among her peers. In 1950 she became a single mother. In the 1970s, young feminists and other admirers were interested in this seductive fallen, alcoholic and psychiatric character, living in destitution at once imposed and chosen.
For posterity, Irmgard Keun is especially associated with Joseph Roth, whose wandering existence she shared from the summer of 1936 to the end of 1937, until she escaped his suffocating jealousy. The sparkling German and the "distressed" Austrian (her expression), fifteen years older, meet in Ostend. They work in smoky cafes, we see them fill pages and pages and emptying glasses at the same rate. "
Claire Devarrieux, in Libération, May 28, 2014
Keun is only entitled to this mention in the memoirs of Klaus Mann. In 1941, she appears in another list, that of suicidal exiled writers. It is a mistake. But she lets it be said, as it allows her to return to Germany under false identity. She died in 1982, again briefly rich and famous, reissued in her country, reinstated among her peers. In 1950 she became a single mother. In the 1970s, young feminists and other admirers were interested in this seductive fallen, alcoholic and psychiatric character, living in destitution at once imposed and chosen.
For posterity, Irmgard Keun is especially associated with Joseph Roth, whose wandering existence she shared from the summer of 1936 to the end of 1937, until she escaped his suffocating jealousy. The sparkling German and the "distressed" Austrian (her expression), fifteen years older, meet in Ostend. They work in smoky cafes, we see them fill pages and pages and emptying glasses at the same rate. "
Claire Devarrieux, in Libération, May 28, 2014
The main character of The artificial silk girl has come to Berlin from a town in the Rhineland. She meets all kinds of strange people and has trouble finding her own way in the metropole. Here, we see her in the district around the Gedächnitskirche:
"I see my own mirror image in the windows, and I think I’m pretty,
and then I look at the men and they look at me, then one feels big
and important. There is Gedächtniskirche with a tower gray like
oystershell - I can eat oysters now, in the proper way - heaven has a
kind of rose-colored gold shimmer in the fog, and it makes me feel
like going to church somehow, but you cannot get there because of all
the cars - a red carpet is laid out, because there was a terribly
fine wedding this afternoon - Gloriapalast shines and looks great -
like a castle, a castle - in fact, it is a cinema and a café. Around
the church is a fence of black iron chains. And beyond is the
Romanisches Café where men have so long hair! And there I spent the
evenings with the cultural elite, which means a selection of the
best, but every crossword-solver knows that. And we formed like a
coterie the whole bundle, and the Romanisches Cafe is unrecognizable
nowadays. And everyone says now: Lord, that place where all these
penniless writers sit, you cannot go there anymore. And still they go
there. I learned a lot, it was like teaching yourself a foreign
language. And none of them has much money, but they live in any case,
and some of the elite play chess instead of having money. And it
takes a lot of time, that's the point of it all, but the waiters
don’t see it that way, because a cup of coffee brings a tip of five pfennig and it's not much from a chess-guest who sits there for
seven hours."
But NOT by Miss Keun |
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