life is the transgression of a prescribed order rather than the order
itself. jahnn's eroticism adheres to no known conventional norms;
instead it invents new rituals that have less to do with the compulsive
violation of taboos than with the discovery of an individualized
sensuality which goes beyond arousal, penetrating, fucking,
procreating. jahnn's sexual innuendos are objectionable only insofar as
the imaginative power of the reader of either gender forbids certain
individual longings, with sexuality serving ultimately as imperative for
a harmony that seems unable to satisfy purely spiritual needs. the
uncertainty, the fear, the forlornness of each individual leads a
sensual frenzy. a man wants to be embraced, even by his murderer. one
almost feels jahnn's figures trembling in all their nordic restraint.
their passions are as unexplored as the most distant planets. jahnn's
eroticism is neither the dogmatic agony of a marquis de sade, nor the
metaphysical pornography of a george bataille, nor the theological
piquancy of a klossowski, but a lengthy exploration of the often
scarcely perceptible sources of passion, which in this respect include
both hate and love.
[Christoph Bauer, in: Jahnn lesen: Fluß ohne Ufer (Ulrich Bitz, ed. Hanser, 1993) 201-202.]
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