The night of the dragon.


One stormy night in Zurich, I couldn’t sleep, storms make me nervous and expect the worst, floods, fire and being smashed to death by branches, like Ödön von Horvàth was on the Champs-Élysées, I, however, would be smashed to death in some way more modest street, completely unknown to the rest of the world, and nobody would ever quote my way of being one of mother earth’s lesser loved children, one of those that made it on her list of people to be made extinct by bad weather, or, if I should survive this storm, one of the ones that made it on the list of people to be made cranky by severe sleep deprivation. To put it in a nutshell: I was wide awake that night, went online, visited Mr Porter and ordered a shawl by Balmain, the very last they had in stock, object permanence does not occur reliably at Mr Porter, a black and white and, well, mostly grey, cashmere and silk mixture, made in Nepal or Tibet, showing some sort of dragon, which would protect me against all these formerly specified odds of dying in bad weather. How ironic that mother nature made sure I would get that last shawl, maybe she does like me after all…


One thought on “The night of the dragon.

  1. You’ve heard all of this before but after reading your wonderful text, I can’t help but repeat myself as aside from the stunning shawl, I thought first of all of Christopher Hampton’s brilliant ‘Tales from Hollywood’ which I saw at the tiny Donmar Warehouse in Covent Garden 16 years ago. It tells the story of what might have happened had Ödön von Horvàth not been killed in that storm, imagining him in post-war Hollywood with other exiles like Brecht, Thomas, Heinrich and Nelly Mann. The appearance of Nelly bringing in a birthday cake completely naked shocked the Americans sitting next to me who were obviously expecting a play about Marilyn Monroe instead. For these exiled intellectuals, Hollywood was “an Eden paid for out of other men’s dreams”. This play remains one of the greatest pieces of theatre I’ve ever seen but has sadly never been revived. Thank you for making me relive this experience.

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