On Christmas Eve, Ingeborg Bachmann writes a bizarre letter to Max Frisch, Gustave Flaubert dances in women’s clothes, and Else Lasker-Schüler knows of someone who is lying in the bathtub with the fir tree.
At midnight Santa comes into the house through the chimney.
O you happy
There is a magic about all beginnings. Not about this one. We are still before all hopeful beginnings. If Max Frisch had known what to expect, he might have hesitated and refrained from doing what he did on December 6, 1957: In the “Weltwoche” he recommended Ingeborg Bachmann’s volumes of poetry “Die gestundente Zeit” and “Anrufung des Großer Bären” as Christmas book gifts.