Frühlings Erwachen: Eine Kindertragödie
1891

This is the play that scandalized an empire and was banned for decades. Written in 1891, Frank Wedekind's masterpiece follows three teenagers navigating the minefield of adolescence in a world that refuses to name what they feel. When fourteen-year-old Wendla asks her mother about the changes happening to her body, she receives only silence and shame. Her friends Melchior and Moritz are equally abandoned, left to discover sexuality through rumor and longing, their teachers and parents offering only repression. The results are catastrophic: an illegal procedure claims Wendla's life, and Moritz, driven to despair by guilt and terror, takes his own. Only Melchior survives, pulled back from the brink by a mysterious stranger, forced to face a world that has failed him utterly. This is not merely a period drama about the dangers of repression, though it is that. It is an act of theatrical insurgency that remains startlingly vital. Wedekind wrote a tragi-comedy that exposes how adults' refusal to acknowledge adolescent sexuality doesn't suppress desire; it simply kills the young. For readers who believe theater should disturb, provoke, and hold a mirror to cruelty, this is essential reading.
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“The fog is clearing; life is a matter of taste.””
— Frank Wedekind
“I didn't ask to be born, and I don't owe God anything.””
— Frank Wedekind
“Wendla: How did you come here?Melchior: I followed my thoughts.””
— Frank Wedekind
“We see God and the devil blaming each other, and cherish the unspeakable belief that both of them are drunk.””
— Frank Wedekind
“In my opinion it is unwise to judge a young man by his school record. We have too many examples of bad students becoming distinguished men, and, on the other hand, of brilliant students not being at all remarkable in life.””
— Frank Wedekind
“If I ever have children I will let them grow up like the weeds in our flower garden. Nobody worries about them and they grow so high and thick-while the roses in the beds grow poorer and poorer every summer.””
— Frank Wedekind
“Monuments are for the living, not for the dead.””
— Frank Wedekind
“We see God and the devil making fools of each other, and we nurture in ourselves the absolutely unshakable conviction that both of them are drunk.””
— Frank Wedekind
“I do not believe in pathos. Our elders show us long faces in order to hide their stupidity.””
— Frank Wedekind











