An exceptional thriller/quasi-political data trove. In 1990s Vienna, a global TV channel has managed to take over the coverage of the famous annual Vienna opera-ball, where the high and mighty meet to show off their clothes, assert their power and success, and try to impress each other. Haslinger views this event through the perspectives, as well as (to my mind exceptionally well done) through the language-dialect/thought patterns/social and familial context of, alternating till the end, (i) TV journalist responsible for covering the event, (ii) a rank and file policeman having to guard the ball against an enormous amount of esp young and left wing but otherwise seemingly diverse throng of demonstrators/disaffected/NGOs and interest groups, (iii) the younger seemingly less successful daughter of a famous Berlin based professor, (iv) a member of a right wing, apocalyptic nationalist party unhappy with the massive inflow of especially Balkan and Islamic migrants, and (v) a somewhat shadowy head of a well established Viennese bakery company, who is a somewhat jejeune collector of modern art. Each "voice" has its own biases, not only political but also based on their family situations, and again with to my mind exceptional insights from the author. Most of the voices are from people who are not all nice--the daughter being probably the most sympathetic of them all. Without giving too much away, the terrorists manage to get in and effect mass murder, the policeman feels hamstrung by arrogant and ignorant political leaders, the TV journalist (normally a war correspondent) loses his recovering ex-addict son and tries to deal with the superficial reality of TV journalism, the daughter finds a degree of love and acceptance from her father, the member of the nationalistic terrorist group discovers how confusing individual action can be in the midst of a charismatic leader, and the bakery/art collector exposes a degree of cynicism which is only too believable.
Among the memorable vignettes are the following:
Presciently, given that the book was written in 1995, the working class father of one of the members of the nationalist group says: "Mein Leben lang habe ich die Sozialdemokraten gewaehlt, aber jetzt ist Scluss. Die haben die eigenen Leute verkauft."
The TV journalist, who is arranging interviews and "human interest stories" for the broadcast says: "Das einzige, was die Menschen beschaeftigte, war die Frage, wie sie ihr Leben moeglichst ohne Anstrengung und doch abwechslungsreich ueber die Runden bringen koennte. Die Politiker hatten eine zusaetzliche Sorge. Ihr ganzes Berufstreben schien darauf abzuzielen, auf dem TV-Bildschirm das eigene Gesicht zu sehen."
and so forth. Maybe a little chaotically organized at first, this book even today (24 years after it was written!) shows up the consequences of the widening gap between western politicians and the ordinary rank and file citizenry overwhelmed by globalisation, mass migration, and a political correctness that is based only on political self-preservation. And it does so in a pretty gripping thriller. No wonder Munich's Suedeutsche Zeitung picked it as one of the 50 greatest criminal novels of the 20th century.