Lingam: Zwölf Asiatische Novellen

Twelve novellas pulse with the heat and mystery of Asia at the turn of the century. Max Dauthendey, a German poet who wandered from Bombay to Bali, renders a world where the sacred and the sensual bleed together. The collection opens with a meditation on the Lingam, that ancient Indian symbol of cosmic union, establishing the book's central tension between spiritual transcendence and earthly desire. In 'Dalar rächt sich,' the first novella, betrayal unfolds in the teeming streets of colonial Bombay, where a cuckolded man traces the line between love, shame, and bloody reckoning. Throughout the collection, Dauthendey captures the textures of daily life in places most European readers knew only as distant rumors: the smell of incense in temples, the weight of monsoon humidity, the impossible colors of markets at dawn. These are stories written when Asia still burned bright as fantasy in Western eyes, before the wars that would reshape every frontier. The writing carries an almost unbearable tenderness toward its characters, whether they are priests, prostitutes, or petty thieves. This is exoticism, yes, but the genuine article: a European writer who actually walked these streets and returned with tales that vibrate with authentic longing.