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The Land of Green Plums
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Another gem from the Nobel Prize-winning author (2009) of The Hunger Angel and The Appointment. She writes about life in Romania under the communist dictator Ceausescu (1965-1989). Muller grew up as a member of Romania’s large German minority and she writes in German.

A group of young people from impoverished rural backgrounds are thrown together in college dorms in the big city � the young women, six to a room. The oppression of the dictator is everywhere and talk of his health is constant. Rumors (hopes) of his illnesses, the more severe the better, are talked about every day. One of the women kills herself and that is followed by compulsory attendance at a meeting in an auditorium to admonish her memory. The rules and regulations, the spying and the reporting, the fear of being followed, the inability to really trust anyone else or to safely hide anything for fear of search is stifling:
“We sat together at a table, but our fear stayed locked within each of our heads, just as we’d brought it to our meetings. We laughed a lot, to hide it from each other. But fear always finds an out. If you control your face, it slips into your voice. If you manage to keep a grip on your face and your voice, as if they were dead wood, it will slip out through your fingers. It will pass through your skin and lie there. You can see it lying around on objects close by.�
The narrator is a young woman and her only escape is that she hangs out with a group of young men in a summer house reading banned books. The thrill of discovery is the only thing that counteracts the fear and the boredom. Resist or die: they chose resistance and experience betrayal.
Top photo from Bucharestlife.net
Bottom photo from Kami's blog Mywanderlust.pl

A group of young people from impoverished rural backgrounds are thrown together in college dorms in the big city � the young women, six to a room. The oppression of the dictator is everywhere and talk of his health is constant. Rumors (hopes) of his illnesses, the more severe the better, are talked about every day. One of the women kills herself and that is followed by compulsory attendance at a meeting in an auditorium to admonish her memory. The rules and regulations, the spying and the reporting, the fear of being followed, the inability to really trust anyone else or to safely hide anything for fear of search is stifling:
“We sat together at a table, but our fear stayed locked within each of our heads, just as we’d brought it to our meetings. We laughed a lot, to hide it from each other. But fear always finds an out. If you control your face, it slips into your voice. If you manage to keep a grip on your face and your voice, as if they were dead wood, it will slip out through your fingers. It will pass through your skin and lie there. You can see it lying around on objects close by.�
The narrator is a young woman and her only escape is that she hangs out with a group of young men in a summer house reading banned books. The thrill of discovery is the only thing that counteracts the fear and the boredom. Resist or die: they chose resistance and experience betrayal.

Top photo from Bucharestlife.net
Bottom photo from Kami's blog Mywanderlust.pl
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Thanks, I thought the book was quite good. I still like her "The Appointment" best.


Interesting -- wish I could. I read a lot of translated works and I always wonder what gets "lost" as they say.

Thanks Lynne, I hope you like the Appointment -- I think that was the first one I read of hers and one of the best

You're welcome Jason, I hope you enjoy her books.


You are welcome Caterina and thanks for your comments. She's a great author and I'm glad that she was recognized with a Nobel Prize. I did not think to ask that question when I wrote the review, but you got me curious, so I looked it up and found quite a bit about the title on Wikipedia:
The novel approaches allegory in many of its details, such as the green plums of the title. Mothers warn their children not to eat green, unripe plums, claiming that they are poisonous. Yet the novel regularly depicts police officers gorging themselves on the fruit: "The officers' lack of constraint in engulfing the fruit parallels the remorseless persecution of the human race" under Nicolae CeauÅŸescu. The green plums also suggest childhood, or regression into childhood: "The narrator watches the Romanian police guards in the streets of the city as they greedily pocket green plums ... 'They reverted to childhood, stealing plums from village trees.' Ms. Muller's vision of a police state manned by plum thieves reads like a kind of fairy tale on the mingled evils of gluttony, stupidity and brutality."

That's almost surreal ... what a strange activity and metaphor. Thank you for researching it and taking the time to explain! I suppose I was especially curious because I recently planted some plum trees around the front of my house ... however, they are so little, only three of them have even flowered yet, let alone borne plums of any color! I suppose that green plums could also be projectiles thrown by boys ... or those cops ... at those they want to torment.

And plum brandy! I've read quite a few books by Eastern European authors and one of them -- I can't remember which -- mentioned plum brandy quite a few times to the point that I thought, "well this must be an Eastern European thing." lol

Now there's an idea. I've been wondering what I'll do with my future huge crop of plums, ha, I'll probably never get one ... They are extremely pretty trees though, especially when they bloom.


Hello Cristina, I would love to visit your country and have some plum brandy! I have been as close as northern Italy but did not get to Romania. I hope to someday.