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\"Die_Gartenlaube_(1858)_b_221\"<\/a>

A portrait of Kleist from Die Gartenlaube<\/i>, 1858.<\/p><\/div>\n

On November 21, 1811, the writer Heinrich von Kleist shot his beloved, the terminally ill Henriette Vogel, and then himself, on the banks of Kleiner Wannsee. The innkeeper who housed them the night before described the couple, thirty-four and thirty-one, as cheerful and voluble; Kleist wrote in a final letter to his sister that he viewed death with \u201cinexpressible serenity.\u201d Although controversial, troubled, and financially unsuccessful in his day, he went on to achieve a monumental posthumous reputation and is today regarded as one of the finest writers\u2014playwright, philosopher, and novelist\u2014in the German canon.<\/p>\n

Vogel was herself an accomplished intellectual. Theirs is one of the most famous suicide pacts in history, but the details are hazy\u2014some accounts say the suicide was her idea, others that she wasn\u2019t even his first choice, a theory espoused by the recent film Amour Fou<\/em><\/a>. The exact location of the bodies is unknown.<\/p>\n

Because of the nature of their deaths, Kleist and Vogel were denied church burial and were instead interred where they fell, by the lake. An immediate tourist attraction for romantic rubberneckers, the gravesite fell into disrepair for most of the nineteenth century. It was freshened up when Kleist was claimed by late-century nationalists and was commemorated with a large, Nazi-style stone for the 1936 Olympic Games. (The Nazis claimed Kleist as theirs, too, but they had to redo the stone when they discovered they\u2019d accidentally inscribed it with a quote by the Jewish poet Max Ring.)<\/p>\n

In 2011, the site was given the grand bicentennial treatment: paths were laid through the nearby woodlands, the area was landscaped, and both Kleist and Vogel were given fresh markers; hers is new, his is the old stone turned 180 degrees and inscribed, once again with the Ring quote: \u201cHe lived, sang and suffered \/ in gloomy and difficult times \/ he sought death here \/ and found immortality.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n

The site is easy to visit; it\u2019s on what\u2019s now the southernmost edge of Berlin, a short walk from the S-Bahn Station through the woods. And when the sun shines off the lake and filters through the yellowing branches, it\u2019s heart-catchingly beautiful.<\/p>\n

I don\u2019t know any Kleist by heart\u2014one wishes to be the sort of person with reams of quotations at her fingertips in such moments, and I, instead, had to look up what I wanted on my phone. I was thinking of\u00a0Kleist\u2019s well-known essay \u201cOn the Marionette Theatre,\u201d collected in the fabulous On Dolls.<\/em> These are its closing lines:<\/p>\n

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\u201cNow, my excellent friend,\u201d said my companion, \u201cyou are in possession of all you need to follow my argument. We see that in the organic world, as thought grows dimmer and weaker, grace emerges more brilliantly and decisively. But just as a section drawn through two lines suddenly reappears on the other side after passing through infinity, or as the image in a concave mirror turns up again right in front of us after dwindling into the distance, so grace itself returns when knowledge has as it were gone through an infinity. Grace appears most purely in that human form which either has no consciousness or an infinite consciousness. That is, in the puppet or in the god.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cDoes that mean,\u201d I said in some bewilderment, \u201cthat we must eat again of the tree of knowledge in order to return to the state of innocence?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cOf course,\u201d he said, \u201cbut that\u2019s the final chapter in the history of the world.\u201d<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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