Blaugast: A Novel of Decline by Paul Leppin

“Are you interested in catastrophes?”

I couldn’t resist buying a copy of Blaugast: A Novel of Decline by Czech author Paul Leppin. After reading about the plot, it sounded as though I’d really enjoy it, and then again the book (with its Art Deco cover) has an aesthetic appeal–rather like the gorgeous Pushkin Press editions. My copy, translated from German by Cynthia A Klima is published by Twisted Spoon Press.

Paul Leppin (1878-1945) is a bit of a curiosity. Blaugast: A Novel of Decline, his last novel, was completed in the 1930s but wasn’t published until 1984. The subject matter reminds me a great deal of the 19th century Decadents, but when I first started reading Blaugast, some of the scenes recall the clubs and cabarets of Weimar Berlin. Then again, according to the translator’s notes,  it’s a piece of fin-de-siecle Decadence. Dierk O. Hoffman’s Afterword outlines Leppin’s life:

Leppin’s literary remains, including Blaugast, had been saved by accident. Supposedly, the papers were found on the sidewalk in front of his home after the war, discarded as trash. Someone, whose identity is unknown, recovered and deposited them in the archives of the Museum of Czech Literature at Prague’s Strahov Monastery. Unfortunately, no official record of this “donation” exists. A few additional manuscripts are now at the Deutsches Literaturarchiv in Marbach after having been donated by their former owner, Marianne von Hoop, to ensure that Leppin’s work would not be lost and would perhaps one day be rediscovered.

There are several reasons why Leppin’s work was almost destroyed: 1) Its content 2) The Nazis and WWII and 3) The Post WWII political situation in Czechoslovakia. The Afterword details the many attempts to revive Leppin’s work, and apparently the fall of Communism in 1989 heralded new editions and translations. It seems extraordinarily bad luck to fall victim to first the Nazis and then the Commies, doesn’t it? A writer’s nightmare indeed.

Translator Cynthia A. Klima tells us after the German occupation of Prague in 1939, Leppin was “temporarily detained and interrogated by the Gestapo.” There’s some speculation that he’d been “denounced” as a Jew. But there’s another reason he wasn’t popular with the Nazis: “the refusal by the Union of German Writers in Czechoslovakia under his leadership to join the Nazi sponsored Literary Society of Germany.”

In later life Leppin suffered from “advanced syphilis and a stroke.” The Union of German Writers in Czechoslovakia was dissolved and in 1945, desperately ill from syphilis, he tried to join the Nazi party in order to get a party card which would allow medical treatment. Given Leppin’s political stance (and his work), it’s really remarkable that he wasn’t carted off to a concentration camp.

So what’s the book about? Basically, this is the sordid tale of a bored clerk, named Klaudius Blaugast whose life becomes an ever-spiralling descent into the hell of complete physical and moral degradation. The story begins one night with Blaugast aimlessly wandering the dark streets of Prague when he runs into an old school friend named Schobotzki. Blaugast asks the normal sort of question of Schobotzki: “What have you been doing with yourself?”

With a mistrustful glance, Schobotzki looked past him, into the street.

“I’m going to seed,” he said casually. “Step by step. I am rather well-acquainted with the terms.”

Blaugast remained speechless; uneasiness gathered into a questionable silence. The man chuckled good-naturedly, then wrapped himself up in the collar of his cloak.

“That’s part of the idea,” he stated, without explaining himself more clearly. “It has to do with the research I’m involved in. Would you like to see my laboratory?”

Blaugast should have said, “no.” But instead bored, curious, and yet no small degree of uneasiness, Blaugast, folds to Schobotzki’s dominant personality, and agrees to accompany his old friend:

“I’m going with you, ” he announced, brushing aside doubts with a sweep of his hand. “I suppose your laboratory will offer the possibility of a schnapps. What kind of research is it that leaves such frightful consequences?”

Schobotzki menacingly raised his head off his shoulders.

“Biology of atrophy. Science of decay. Are you interested in catastrophes?”

Schobotzki takes Blaugast to a cellar which operates as a sort of scuzzy pub, and it’s here that Blaugast is introduced to the prostitute known as Wanda. Wanda is but the first, albeit significant step in Blaugast’s moral degradation. Initially, repelled by her slatternly appearance, he rapidly becomes obsessed with Wanda, eventually becoming a sort of slave. Wanda introduces Blaugast to various forms of depravity:

Her relation to the demimonde and adjacent terrain was like a worm-rotted footbridge that Blaugast, encouraged by her approval, ambitiously crossed to exceed any past achievements, conquests now regarded with cynicism.

This is not a book for the prudish. With Blaugast’s moral decline, he basically becomes the entertainment for the orgy crowd. The book is heavy on atmosphere while exploring the shadowy corners of Prague nightlife. Expect dung, masturbation for entertainment and a little indecent exposure just for kicks. I’d hazard a guess that if you like Hermann Ungar, you’ll like Paul Leppin. Of the two, I prefer Leppin. I found him morbidly, disgustingly funny plus I have a weakness for books whose characters undergo spectacular moral derailment.

Leppin has a very definite style (the translator mentions Leppinisms–Leppin’s invented words as well as “strings of adjectival constructions within elongated sentences structures, lexical fugues (e.g., military and commercial terms) extending, even belabouring, metaphor”:

Whatever ecstatic pleasure Blaugast had experienced with women always left him disappointed. The transparency of vulgar anticipation and the discharge of passionate revolts went limp in his realm, never achieving instinctive sexual force, never taming the turmoil to which he felt himself subjugated. The feeble heroic deed of forming a union to find pleasure in the sating of urges was suspect and lowly to him, a work of illusion he rejected in disbelief. Over the course of years he had killed with hope, when, true to his nature, he went chasing after new promises again and again, the peculiar would brush up against him, the unusual caress him–and frailty was driven further into the corner.

I selected that particular passage for its clever choice of words which of course evokes a very particular sexual imagery but also because Leppin does an awful lot of exposition of Blaugast’s life. Instead of getting passages which detail what Blaugast is doing, we get these overview summary passages which remove the immediacy and offer an almost clinical view of Blaugast. The result was a little too much analysis of the action. That is my one complaint here, but it wasn’t enough to discourage me from this tale of moral and physical putrefaction.

 On a final note: it struck me that Blaugast’s mistress is named Wanda, and I became convinced that Blaugast has some sort of literary connection to Leopold von Sacher-Masoch.  Leopold von Sacher-Masoch wrote (amongst other things) a novel called  Venus in Furs and his wife Wanda von Sacher-Masoch wrote a rebuttal of sorts: The Confessions of Wanda von Sacher-Masoch. Venus in Furs is the account of the sadomasochistic relationship between the author, Sacher-Masoch and his idealized, fictional mistress, Wanda. The Confessions of Wanda von Sacher-Masoch is the wife’s version of ten years of miserable married life spent with the author–a literary he said/she said.

Curious, I picked up another Paul Leppin novel I have on my shelf: The Road to Darkness which includes two short novellas: Daniel Jesus and Severin. In Leopold von Sacher-Masoch’s novel Venus in Furs, the narrator is Severin von Kusiemski–the man who hooks up with Wanda. They basically travel over Europe with Severin acting as the slave (underling) for his harsh mistress, Wanda. Given that Leppin creates no less than two characters with names straight out of Venus in Furs (Wanda and Severin), I have to conclude that he was inspired by Leopold von Sacher-Masoch. It’s just too much of a coincidence.

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12 responses to “Blaugast: A Novel of Decline by Paul Leppin

  1. I read Venus in Furs years ago after having read de Sade, Bataille and what not. I was quite surprised by the book as it is so different in tone to de Sade. If leppin’s book had been written nowadays the choice of the name Wanda might have been a pure coincidence put a writer from the 40s did certainly bear in mind what came before him. The last quote makes it sound highly intellectualized. The review makes me think of someone I met a while back who was leading a perfectly “normal” life and was invited by someone to attend a Fetish party and this triggered a quite fatal addiction in him. What is interesting in the story, and makes me parallel it with your review, is the fact that this guy never ever thought he could be tempted until he experienced it and realized what urges he had buried deep inside of him.

  2. I meant to add that I really like this cover.

    • The cover is made of a sort of thick card and has two flaps. It’s about small paperback size and it’s very appealing.
      Strange story about that man: another catastrophe by the sounds of it.

  3. The cover of this beautiful unlike the content, it seems.
    The only books I’ve read on that theme are Proust (Sodomme et Gomorrhe, very educational at 16) and Histoire d’O.

  4. leroyhunter

    Sounds pretty ripe Guy….I thought of your Ungar review as I read on. Like I said about that book: I think I need to get to A Rebours first. Still haven’t picked that up.

  5. Where do you find these books? Ah, yes, those wonderful small presses. They certainly offer a service don’t they. I must say I chuckled when you wrote “I have a weakness for books whose characters undergo spectacular moral derailment”. I sort of do too … or, at least, I don’t purposefully avoid the seedier side of life. This sounds intriguing but I probably won’t get to it any time soon I suspect.

  6. I followed the link to the Twisted Spoon website. All their covers seem fabulous.

    This sounds quite interesting. How does it compare to Huysmans would you say? Also, would it be a drawback not to have read de Sade?

    • I preferred Huysmans I have to say. The main reason for that is the summarization of Blaugast’s life. Do you remember Jean in Against Nature? The author gives us a sense of being there when Jean enacts his various plans–his trip to England, for example. But in Blaugast, the action is buffered through summary and the tale loses its immediacy as a result. Instead of going along for the ride (as we do with Huysmans), there’s a distancing.

      I read de Sade a long time ago, and I think von Sacher-Masoch is more relevant than de Sade to be honest. Blaugast allows himself to be dominated and ridiculed by Wanda–rather as von Sacher-Masoch did. Except in von Sacher-Masoch’s case, he TOLD his mistress to humiliate him, so it was a charade to some degree.

  7. Sorry Guy, I meant to say Sacher-Masoch and it somehow turned to de Sade on the keyboard. I thought it looked wrong but couldn’t work out why.

    Domination stuff generally seems to be something of a charade. After all it’s role-play really. If people were being humiliated against their will it would no longer be consensual, but if it is with their will there’s an unavoidable element of artificiality because they’re not really powerless – they can say their safe word and make it stop.

    Not that I’m criticising. As the song says, whatever gets you through the night.

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