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Sunday February 06, 2011 20:11 by Costas Despiniadis
In Böll’s universe, catharsis comes even by the distorted way of vigilantism. In real life, we watch every day the rapid fascist conversion of society, the nightmarish police-judicial fortification, the States’ arbitrariness (which are able to conveniently confess that they adduced and beat someone because he looks like someone else, as was the case recently with Dimosthenis Papadatos-Anagnostopoulos, member of the parliamentary party Syriza) and the media’s brinkmanship in the conductor’s part that step over anyone without punishment. In 1974, German novelist Heinrich Böll publishes a short story that is now considered an archetypical example of the critique against a certain practice of the newspapers. The book, widely known today, was titled The lost honor of Katharina Blum and deals with the story of an ordinary girl who – because of her random meeting with a wanted man – gets targeted by the police. Next, the yellow press of the time (Böll has clearly stated that he pictures the Bild newspaper in his story) which takes up the cannibalistic slandering of Katharina Blum who, with the synergy of police and press, starts living a rising Kafkic nightmare without end. |