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♫ Corrispondenza ♫
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“‘I enter the corridor’—why this sentence? What makes it so special?” I was sitting across from Cory d’Or in a Viennese coffeehouse. The reply to my email inquiry had arrived promptly, and to my surprise, I didn’t have to travel to Berlin or another German city for the interview; I could conduct it right around the corner at my favorite café. The second surprise: Cory is a young woman. Of course, Cory d’Or isn’t her real name. She won’t reveal her true one. In contrast to her eloquent short prose, which sometimes calls to mind Fantastic Realism, Cory expresses herself laboriously, constantly correcting herself and getting tangled in contradictions. And yet, I’d come up with some really lovely questions: “What do you want to achieve with this blog? Is there a specific intention behind it, or is it just a game with words, connotations, topoi?” She wrings her hands, runs her fingers through her hair, searches for the right words. I keep asking, tentatively: “Where do all these ideas come from? Are there real-life models for the characters that keep reappearing?” Cory nods, starts to speak, shakes her head, bites her lip. Before she can give me a single usable answer, she cuts the interview short and instead—accompanied by animated gestures—reads me passages from the typescript of her new novel, which she has given the working title No Corridor on Earth.
Fantastic Realism: 