Mr. Kracht’s bizarre book willfully stymies understanding. The author spins a stylish kind of strangeness, however. The writing, in Daniel Bowles’s translation from the German, is glass-like and pristine, colored by the characters’ changing moods the way a window is touched by light and shadow. Most of all, the high-fantasy storyline, which culminates in an exciting battle between the duke’s army and an icebound civilization that shelters Ildr and Paul, is good fun. Readers will leave Air none the wiser, but surprisingly content in their confusion.
One of the joys of Air, down to the breathy purity of its title, is its contempt for design—an easy target, but one for which Kracht has sharpened his blade ... There’s more to the novel, translated from the German by Daniel Bowles, than a purse-lipped satire of fetishism, but Kracht keeps it well below the surface. It involves something mournful about consciousness and memory—an antimaterialist belief, maybe sincere, that we exist beyond time and space, that another dimension flickers like Thomson’s film projector ... I guess this is how I feel about Kracht: that he doesn’t want to be understood, and that this is somehow charming.
Air is as enigmatic as its title. The protagonists seek not so much salvation as a vanishing point, a way of disappearing into an alternative realm of meaning. Much remains unexplained, but clues and phrases recur ... Perhaps most importantly, the protagonist himself is brought alive ... Stylistically, too, the narrative moves from self-absorption to self- suppression, with the chapters set in the fantasy world incorporating significant amounts of dialogue and interaction. As the two strands intertwine and the survivors of the ice world return tentatively north, the painting of Merlin and Lancelot takes on new depths of meaning.
Air is not a capital-F fantasy novel but an exploration of the role of fantasy in modern life more generally ... This has long been a favourite subject of Kracht’s ... Read it again (it’s short) and Air is revealed to be a puzzle with a certain logic ... If the fans Kracht picked up with Eurotrash are willing to embark on a very different kind of journey with him, they will almost certainly discover something worthwhile in Air. They may just have to read it twice.
Kracht’s newest novel not only moves beyond autofiction but also departs from reality itself ... Aims for more than mere entertainment, and his postmodern blending of worlds is so subtle that it opens up a whole array of interpretive spaces ... Contains more than just irony and cynicism ... Granted, literature, especially fantasy literature, may primarily serve escapism – nevertheless it remains a necessity, at least if you’re named Christian Kracht or enjoy reading Christian Kracht. It is this ambiguity that this straightforward and simultaneously inexplicable novel captures so well.
