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George Tabori has died

Hungarian-born author, dramatist and theatre director George Tabori died on Monday aged 93 in Berlin, where he had lived since 1999.

In the Frankfurter Rundschau, Peter Michalzik praises Tabori as "a man who turned the Holocaust into a fairytale, a man with the most intimate relationship to wit and humour, a Geisterfahrer (motorist driving against the traffic on motorways - ed) of thought": "Among all the artists who have lived in the wake of the extermination of the Jews in Germany, Tabori was quite possibly the most salutary for the Germans. With him they could learn to laugh about themselves. For everyone who has seen his performances and read his books, this man's existence was an almost incredible stroke of luck. But it was also an unbearable paradox that he, whose father was murdered by the Germans, should be the one to reconcile them with their fate."

Alfred Schlienger tells in the Neue Zürcher Zeitung how Tabori came to believe that theatre must be existential, true and tragic: "When he was four years old, his father took him to the circus. There to the drumroll, a wondrously beautiful woman in a sparkling suit climbed the ladder up to a platform and little György peed his pants in excitement. 'Then she prepares herself for the salto mortale, misses the trapeze and crashes through the net.' For years he believed that that's how it went every night: a woman climbs up on high, smiles, 'the audience pee their pants, she swings out and falls, every night, to lie there on the ground in a puddle of blood and sand'."

In the Frankfürter Allgemeine Zeitung, Gerhard Stadelmaier describes Tabori's last public appearance. While lying on his deathbed, so the story goes, Tabori ordered: "Shirt! Trousers! Jacket! Shoes! Scarf!" and had himself carried to the Berliner Ensemble theatre just down the street, where he had worked for the last years. Surrounded by actors, Tabori held court in his customary plush armchair: "Amid all the activity he related that in the autumn he would direct 'a hitherto unknown play by Beckett.' It was not entirely clear, however, whether this very scene wasn't the unknown Beckett play, namely the most joyous, most optimistic, most touching, most death-defying of all Beckett plays. Afterwards he had himself taken home and put to bed, where he shut his eyes in such a way that all those present thought the end had really come. But then he opened his eyes again and said: 'Now I'll tell you about my war experiences.' And that's exactly what he did."

Die Tageszeitung 25.07.2007

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