Alfred Lichtenstein (23 August 1889 – 25 September 1914) was a German expressionist writer.[2]
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Alfred Lichtenstein | |
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![]() Alfred Lichtenstein in 1914 | |
Born | (1889-08-23)23 August 1889 Berlin-Wilmersdorf |
Died | 25 September 1914(1914-09-25) (aged 25) near Vermandovillers, Somme, France |
Occupation | Writer |
Citizenship | German |
Alma mater | University of Berlin, University of Erlangen-Nuremberg (law) |
Literary movement | Expressionism |
Notable works | Die Dämmerung (Twilight, poem, 1911)[1] |
From a Jewish family,[3] Lichtenstein grew up in Berlin as the son of a manufacturer. He studied law in Erlangen. His was first noticed after publishing poems and short stories in a grotesque style, which invited comparison with a friend of his, Jakob van Hoddis.
Indeed, there were claims of imitation: while Hoddis created the style, Lichtenstein has enlarged it, it was said. Lichtenstein played with this reputation by writing a short story, called "The Winner", which describes in a scurillous way the random friendship of two young men, wherein one falls victim to the other. By using false names he often made fun of real people from the Berlin literary scene, including himself as Kuno Kohn, a silent shy boy; in "The Winner" a virile van Hoddis kills Kuno Kohn at the end of the story.
Lichtenstein admired the style of the French Symbolist poet Alfred Jarry and not only for his ironic writings. Like Jarry, Lichtenstein rode his bicycle through the town. However he was not to grow old: in 1914, he fell at the front in World War I.
Der einzige Trost ist: traurig sein. Wenn die Traurigkeit in Verzweiflung ausartet, soll man grotesk werden. Man soll spaßeshalber weiter leben. Soll versuchen, in der Erkenntnis, dass das Dasein aus lauter brutalen, hundsgemeinen Scherzen besteht, Erhebung zu finden.
The only solace is: to be sad! If sadness becomes despair: then one should be grotesque! Be a clown, trying to find one's amusement by recognizing that existence consists of sheer brutal and shabby strokes.
— A. Lichtenstein
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