Peter Handke said to journalists that he was reading the Gospels again, before he insulted them, as he so often did: he particularly liked the story of the man from whom Jesus cast out his demons.
Gospel according to Mark:
“What’s your name?” Jesus asks the demon. “Legion, because we are many.” Jesus allows Legion to drive into a herd of pigs that run like crazy in the Sea of Galilee and drown.
Handke, he announced, would also try to tell about a man whom his demons have abandoned. He is particularly interested in what happens afterwards: “Maybe he will regret it. I don’t know, I’m curious myself. ”
He wrote the story from summer to autumn 2020, it is called “My day in another country”, a parable of the misunderstood outsider, almost biographical of the sensitive, angry poet.
Should he change? Should he suddenly become a nice guy who invites all literary critics for a mushroom soup and asks friendly if it tastes good? No, he doesn’t like anything. Nothing at all.
The title already reveals it: It’s only ONE day in another country – free heart, liberated senses, because people quickly dream of their vanished devils. Like Kasperl, he asks: “Are you all there?”