The Weekend

Ruth Kluger

…[an] intelligent, stimulating novel…The integration of ideas and narrative detail may not always be fully successful in this tight little novel, but it is never trivial. At its best, Schlink, one of Germany's few internationally known authors, allows us a glimpse into the national sense of unease beneath the smooth surface of his country's culture.
—The Washington Post

Publishers Weekly

Old friends cautiously reunite at an isolated German estate after one of them is released from prison in Schlink's (The Reader) meditative novel on the past's grip on the present and the possibility--or impossibility--of redemption. Convicted of quadruple murder and numerous acts of terrorism on behalf of the radical left, Jörg spent 24 years in prison before being unexpectedly pardoned. His sister, Christiane--whose obsessive concern for her brother's welfare has turned her into a borderline recluse--arranges a gathering to welcome Jörg back into society. Among those assembled are journalist Henner, whom Jörg believes betrayed him to the police; quiet Ilse, using the weekend to begin a novel about a common friend's alleged suicide; and Marko, a young revolutionary keen on convincing Jörg to use his newly earned freedom to speak out against the current government. Schlink avoids the easy route of condemnation and salvation, never lingering too long on Jörg's crimes--though the ties to the RAF aren't cloaked--and though the past is admirably handled (sketched in, but not overbearing), the book's real strength is the finely wrought dynamics among the characters, whose relationships and histories are fraught with a powerful sense of tension and possibly untoward potential. (Oct.)

Library Journal

Would you die for a cause? Would you killfor one? Jörg was willing to kill, going after capitalists and anyone else who got in his way back in Eighties Germany. Now, after 24 years in prison, he's being released. Is he contrite? Still a firebrand? In Schlink's probing new work, it's more complicated than that. Jörg's sister Christiane has planned a get-together with old friends at the country house she shares with Margarete—a welcome-home party for a murderer. There's Henner, whom Jörg suspects of having betrayed him; Ulrich, who baits Jörg and whose daughter tries to seduce him; Karin, now an irritatingly patient and loving minister; quiet Ilse, who's writing a fictional account about another member of their group; and assorted spouses. Enter Marko, a crafty young revolutionary who wants Jörg to rejoin the cause, and an anonymous visitor who turns out to have a shattering connection to Jörg. VERDICT Schlink (The Reader) deftly manages his characters' interlocking stories yet refuses to give readers an easy answer to the central dilemma: How are we supposed to feel about Jörg? That might frustrate some readers, but the ambiguity is realistic and the book itself a beautifully crafted and stimulating read. [See Prepub Alert, LJ 5/15/10.]—Barbara Hoffert, Library Journal

Kirkus Reviews

A tight literary contrivance by the novelist best known forThe Reader(1997).

ImagineThe Big Chilltransplanted to the German countryside in the wake of 9/11 terrorism. As the title suggests, this narrative encompasses a single weekend, Friday through Sunday, which represents a reunion of those who were close (even lovers) during their university days, but who have seen their lives take significantly different paths. The impetus for the gathering is the pardon of Jörg, a convicted terrorist who has been imprisoned for more than two decades for the murder of at least four victims. His older sister, Christiane, has been like a mother to him (though some suspect a lover as well), and she has arranged for the gathering of former friends (and spouses and a few interlopers) to welcome her brother back to the world at the country house she shares with Margarete. Christiane and Margarete may or may not be lovers, though the romantic alliances that begin the novel are likely to shift before its end (or there would be no novel). Among the guests is a noted journalist who might be able to help Jörg make his case with the public. He was once Jörg's best friend, later (and briefly) became the lover of Christiane and is suspected by Jörg of the tip to authorities that led to his arrest. There is also a back story, a gathering from some 30 years earlier, at a funeral for a friend to them all who mysteriously committed suicide. At least one of the friends believes that the suicide was a fake, that the purported suicide was also a terrorist who may still be alive. She spends the weekend writing a novel within the novel concerning this possibility, constructing a narrative that "she couldn't research, but had to fantasize." Jörg finds himself in a tug of war between a younger radical who wants him to issue an unrepentant proclamation and a lawyer who wants Jörg to cut ties with his terrorist past.

Amid ongoing revelation, all narrative strands (and there are many) are tied neatly by the end.

The Barnes & Noble Review

From Brooke Allen's "READER'S DIARY" column on The Barnes & Noble Review

Bernhard Schlink is known as the author of elegant philosophical novels that examine facets of his native Germany's troubled history. But he is also a lawyer, has served as a judge, and frequently teaches classes in the philosophy of law in both Germany and the United States. Schlink particularly enjoys his work on the bench: "What I've loved," he has said, "is using all my theoretical, doctrinal, philosophical and historical knowledge, for the solution of a problem."

These are exactly the skills he brings to his fiction. The son of a theologian, Schlink was brought up to look at life as a series of moral problems. Historical events encouraged this natural propensity. At the time of the author's birth in 1944, German armies were facing imminent defeat across Europe, and the Nazi regime was self-destructing at home. Schlink's childhood was passed in the postwar miasma of guilt, horror, and recrimination: his 1995 novel The Reader, which has now become required reading in German schools, must surely stem from his memories of that period. The reuinification of Germany two decades ago reawakened many ghosts, as his book Homecoming (2006) demonstrates. And now Schlink has directed his attention to the 1970s, a time when many of his contemporaries turned to extreme leftist politics, and a radical few to terrorism.

The Weekend examines the moral legacy of that era, when the so-called Red Army Faction (better known outside of Germany as the Baader-Meinhof Group) killed a total of thirty-four people and in 1977 brought the country to a high pitch of fear. Jörg, The Weekend's central character, is supposed to have been associated with this group; he was eventually convicted on four counts of murder and consigned to prison, where he stayed for twenty-four years. As the story begins, Jörg, now in late middle age, has been released on a presidential pardon. This pardon is supposed to symbolize reconciliation, the closing of the door on that particular national trauma.

Jörg's sister Christiane has organized a weekend party to welcome him back to freedom. The guests, most of whom haven't seen each other since their student days, assemble obediently at Christiane's dilapidated manor house in the depths of the Brandenburg countryside. They have all left their radical pasts far behind. Karin has become a bishop in the Lutheran church. Ulrich owns and runs dental laboratories. Ilse, for many years a schoolteacher, has begun to write fiction. Andreas, the terrorists' lawyer, now represents more conventional clients. They all have a hard time understanding their youthful convictions, suspecting that even at the time their motivations were less than pure. Only Jörg appears unrepentant, ready if necessary to resume the armed struggle.

But how much of his apparent resolve is real and how much is due to mere vanity? This is what the others wonder as they watch Jörg preen in the adoring gaze of a young acolyte, Marko. Or is he simply stupid, ethically and intellectually incapable of feeling remorse for the four innocent lives he took? After all, it's not as if "the people's liberation struggle against imperialism and colonialism" put the slightest check on the actual progress of imperialism and colonialism. It was a futile effort whose futility lives on in Marko's idiotic rhetoric:

If we joined with our Muslim comrades we could really get things going. They with their power and we with what we know about this country -- together we could really strike where it hurts….You probably think September Eleventh was just some crazy Muslim affair. No, without September Eleventh none of the good things that have happened over the past few years would have happened. The new attentiveness to the Palestinians, still the key to peace in the Middle East, and to the Muslims, still a quarter of the world's population, the new sensitivity to the threats in the world, from the economic to the ecological, the realization that exploitation has a price that is always rising -- sometimes the world needs a shock to come to its senses.

Christiane's friend Margarete, new to the group, sees the "liberation struggle" in terms of pathology. "Listening to Christiane and her friends talk about the RAF and Germany's autumn of terror and the pardoning of terrorists, time and again Margarete had the sense of something sick, a subject in which people were talking about a sickness that had afflicted the terrorists back then and was now afflicting the speakers." Ilse, the most introverted member of the group, tries to work out its history through fiction. Traumatized by the sight of victims jumping from the burning World Trade Center, she writes a story in which an imagined RAF terrorist loses his own life in the Trade Center decades later.

It is left to Jörg's son Ferdinand, two years old at the time of his father's arrest and now an adult, to make the inevitable link between the ethos of Jörg's generation and that of the reviled Nazis, their parents.

       In the little town where I grew up, I would play cards in the pub with my friends every few weeks. One evening I learned that the five old men at the locals' table had all been in the SS. I sat down at the next table and pricked up my ears. Remember the time, remember the time -- it was like that all evening. Don't you remember the time we beat up the Jews in Wilna and shot the Poles in Warsaw, obviously, but: remember the time we drank champagne in Warsaw and fucked the Polish girls in Wilna. And remember the time the barber shaved the old men with the long beards, ha-ha? You're exactly the same. What about: remember the time you shot that woman during the bank robbery? Or the policeman at the border? Or the head of the bank? Or the association president?

Was the decision by the 1970s generation, then, to make a virtue of random violence an earnest reaction against the evil committed by their fathers a generation earlier? Or does it represent a curse passed from father to son, one that might only be exorcised from history with extreme difficulty?

There is no doubt where Schlink's own sympathies lie: he has devoted his life to the law, after all, and as one might expect, the unrepentant terrorist Jörg is a thoroughly repulsive character. Germany's "autumn of terror" might seem very distant now, but it continues to haunt Schlink's generation, with reason. Uli Edel's 2008 film The Baader-Meinhof Complex, a beautifully produced recreation of the gang and its deeds, failed in its central mission, which should have been to help us understand the real motivations behind the terrorists' formulaic rhetoric. Schlink doesn't entirely succeed here either, and perhaps there is no way that those of us not infected by what Margarete deems a "sickness" can ever really make sense of the violent and irrational ideology. But its toxic residue continues to poison German waters. Just this month a fifty-eight-year-old former Red Army Faction member, Verena Becker, has gone on trial for the shooting deaths of West Germany's top prosecutor and two others in 1977. Discussions like those around Christiane's dinner table are no doubt taking place all over Germany today.