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I picked up Adlergestell<\/em> by Laura Laabs and finished it in just a few sittings \u2014 it drew me in more than I expected. Laura and I haven\u2019t seen each other in about twenty years, but we were friends in high school and travelled through Kyrgyzstan together in 2004. Reading her debut novel felt a bit like revisiting that time \u2014 not only because of her voice, but because the story hits close to home in more ways than one.<\/p>\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n

I grew up not far from the book\u2019s setting, just off another side street of the Adlergestell in Berlin-Treptow. Like Laura, I am a Wendekind \u2014 born between roughly 1975 and 1985, a child during the transition period. When the Wall fell, we were just starting school (in my case, 1988). We sensed that something enormous was happening, but the real upheaval took place in our parents\u2019 world. Their worries \u2014 about jobs, housing, social standing, everything \u2014 defined the atmosphere at home, while we absorbed the changes mostly through the textures of everyday life.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

In Adlergestell<\/em>, Laura captures this subtle perspective beautifully. Her young protagonists live more precariously than I did (and, I assume, than she did too), yet their exploration of the \u201cWest\u201d \u2014 just like ours did \u2014 happens largely through the sensory and material world of children: gummies, chewing gum, sticker books, game consoles, the glow of the television screen. I remember that shift well \u2014 the moment when the same sweets and TV shows that once seemed distantly \u201cvon dr\u00fcben\u201d suddenly appeared in our local shops. The Iron Curtain melted not only through politics but through the aisles of our local Kaufhalle.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Each chapter opens with a minute, vivid description of TV ads that once played in heavy rotation. Those of us who grew up in the 1990s will instantly recognise the tone \u2014 seductive jingles, bright colours, soft-focus family scenes. The ads for Merci<\/em> and Yogurette<\/em> pralines stand out in particular, and Laura treats them almost like cultural fossils: tiny artefacts of a new consumerist world seeping into our subconscious and leaving such strong imprints that they evoke intense memories and emotions many years later.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

In short, interspersed chapters, we also meet the women surrounding the main characters: a Jewish great aunt, the protagonist\u2019s mother, her Greek ex-partner\u2019s mother, and Chaline\u2019s mother. Through these glimpses, Laura builds a subtle, multi-generational portrait of (East) German womanhood. One reviewer suggested that the women in this story \u201cdo not have fate in their own hands\u201d \u2014 an interesting observation that underlines how Laura writes history through women\u2019s eyes in a space so often dominated by male narratives.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

For all that unites us as Wendekinder, our exact vintage matters more than we might think. Clemens Meyer, born in 1976, was already thirteen when the Wall fell; in Als wir tr\u00e4umten<\/em>, his characters are thrown into a violent, disorienting world of hypermasculinity. Laura\u2019s girls, by contrast, are younger and more innocent \u2014 curious, mischievous, still forming their sense of self. I identify more with them.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

It\u2019s Chaline who pulls the other two along, crossing boundaries with a mix of daring and boredom: breaking the stars off Mercedes cars, setting bubble gum machines on fire. The unnamed narrator and Lenka follow, half-willingly at first. There\u2019s something profoundly recognisable in this dynamic \u2014 a kind of socialisation among peers that mattered more than any moral compass adults could offer. Whether or not our parents were mentally there to protect us felt, at times, as random as a lucky draw, given their own struggles to make sense of the new world.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

We all remember these loose cannons like Chaline from our own childhoods. Most East Berliner kids were Schl\u00fcssel\u00adkinder<\/em>, free to do as we pleased in the after-school hours, often unsupervised. This freedom exposed us to what seemed like bad influence, a pattern that would continue in the years to come, as drugs, crime, and other vices entered the fray.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

By the end, we glimpse where life has taken them (spoiler alert!): Chaline as a successful influencer, Lenka as a convert to Islam, and the unnamed protagonist estranged from her mother and now an AfD supporter. These outcomes are exaggerated, maybe even implausible \u2014 but I warmed to Laura\u2019s choice. They remind us that searching for neat explanations of the present in the past is often futile.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I\u2019ve mentioned the \u201cUnguided Generation\u201d concept before on my blog \u2014 kids who grew up without clear role models during the transformation years. That guidance was missing most acutely in the early years, but it continued to matter in adolescence, when bigger decisions needed to be made for one\u2019s own life.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Adlergestell<\/em> does so well in giving that early experience a sensual, child\u2019s-eye texture: the smells, tastes, and sounds of a time when East and West blended into something awkwardly, vividly new. Laura\u2019s book is a quiet triumph \u2014 tender, precise, and deeply evocative of a world that still lingers in memory for many of us who lived it.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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