There is a reason why Manuela’s story still resonates today despite the fact it takes place in a Prussian militaristic boarding school and was published almost a 100 years ago; at it’s core it’s a story of forbidden love, self-discovery, and “defiance” even in the face of so much societal intolerance. Christa Winsloe’s writing holds a mirror to society and invites readers to question how much ultimately was Manuela’s fault (none) versus the oppressive world she was born into (spoiler alert: basically all of it was:)). There were so many times that I tossed my phone (the only place I could find a pdf version of the book) onto my bed, in shock. Themes of child abuse, assault, rampant misogyny, pedophilia, suicide, and of course, extreme homophobia, are common throughout it. Children are routinely neglected and even the “good parental figures” (eg: Manuela’s mother, Mother Inge, and the beloved von Bernburg), adopt a mentality of “severeness being the only way to instill obedience.” Early on, Manuela’s mother would refer to her as “stupid darling” and I found myself aghast at how commonplace this “endearment” seemed to be!!
So… given all of this, why on EARTH would anyone want to read this?!
Above all else it’s the story of two characters: Manuela von Meinhardis and Elisabeth von Bernburg, and the love that grows between them despite everything keeping them apart. Manuela’s almost obsessive-like love for her teacher gives her something, someONE, to long for in her otherwise dismal reality. In her boarding school, “days fly rapidly when one has no time for reflection, when each day is the same as the next, when one does not act but is acted upon. A day that is governed by the ringing of an electric bell is a mechanical affair, and one tends to become as mechanical as the bell. That bell roused Manuela from the deepest morning sleep; it urged her downstairs for morning prayers; it shrilled: Nine o’clock. School, and again: Twelve o’clock, Walk; it rang for dinner and once more for school, once more for walk, once more for a meal; and then, finally, it announced bedtime. It interrupted trains of thought during school hours and gossip in the play interval; it parted friends in the garden, set hearts beating at the imminence of a disagreeable lesson and snatched the cup from one’s lips at the breakfast table. The bell was authority: the impersonal, ruthless, impassive organizer of an uneventful existence.” (Winslow 195).
Manuela, along with the rest of the girls confined in Hochdorf, the school, are trapped in this ongoing intergenerational cycle of servitude in which grandmothers, mothers, and daughters have been sent since time immemorial to learn to be obedient wives of soldiers. It is an endless cycle with little to see one through the day, much less a lifetime spent trapped within it. Fräulein von Bernburg changes everything…
“Since that moment everything had been different; everything had acquired a meaning; everything had to be done for her sake, to please her, Fräulein von Bernburg. There was nothing unconnected with her, and the day was governed no longer by the ringing of a bell but by the voice of Fräulein von Bernburg.” (Winslow 198).
All at once, Manuela’s reason for existence is turned on its head. In a world with so little to live for, meeting von Bernburg gives her a reason to live. She begins to worship her teacher, romanticizing her and obsessing over her so much that when she’s ultimately forced to leave, Manuela is driven to suicide.
I’ve seen both German versions of the film adaptation, “Mädchen in Uniform”, as well as the Spanish remake, “Muchachas de Uniform”, and in each, the handling of the ending differs slightly. Most significantly, none of the films end with Manuela’s death. Instead, Manuela’s ultimate despair is depicted only as a thwarted attempt to take her own life. By not ending with her death, a more hopeful chord is struck about the future of punishment and of homosexuality in general. Although it was absolutely heartbreaking to read such a deviation from the ending I’d expected in the book, a part of me understands why Winsloe chose to end it this way. Continuing with the “mirror to society” analogy, Manuela’s suicide acts as a warning for what can happen if people aren’t allowed to live and love freely.
The connection I felt to Manuela in the films made each story that much more powerful to me. I could understand her anguish over the impossibility of her situation so clearly to a degree that very few know…. Now in a different headspace, reading the book wasn’t quite as moving for me (but perhaps that’s why?). It wasn’t just the furthered themes of abuse shown throughout that I didn’t like, but I felt like the writing wasn’t as strong as the film’s acting. Manuela felt SO young as a fourteen-year-old, and I didn’t like that von Bernburg’s character was frequently equated to her mom, which made me feel more than slightly uncomfortable, lol.
Overall, I’d recommend starting with the 1958 German film adaption and then working backwards to the book if you want more. Actresses Lili Palmer, Romy Schneider, Dorothea Wieck, and Hertha Thiele are all fabulous and their portrayals will always hold a special place in my heart.
Manuela’s story feels like it’s simultaneously frozen in time and transcending it. It has all the right amounts of heartbreak, friendship, and longing and if you can look past its obvious flaws, I recommend watching or reading it.
I also recommend the 12-part podcast “The Kiss” by Bibi Berlin for a further exploration of the behind-the-scenes behind the story’s creation because it is equally fascinating. I have a feeling this story will stick with me for a long time…