His likeness was on postage stamps, thousands of people came to see him and Annie Leibovitz shot him for the cover of Vanity Fair.
Tosca and Knut were the names of real polar bears in similar circumstances to those in the novel. Meanwhile, Knut becomes an international star. “Matthias was a true mammal, far more so than many of his sort, because he gave me suck: he fed me not only milk but part of his own life.” Matthias spends all his time with Knut, feeling more at home with the bear than with his own human children. This wasn’t an easy decision, but because of my literary work I didn’t have time enough for him.” Knut finds love in his human caregiver. Tosca says, “I entrusted Knut’s care to another animal. When the circus is dissolved, Tosca is moved to a zoo in Berlin, where she gives birth to a baby named Knut. Then your soul will be tidy enough to make room for a bear.’ First you should translate your own story into written characters. But so far I’ve only been talking about my own. Barbara says, “‘I promised to write down your life story.
The bear and the human speak to each other in dreams. In the act that makes them famous, they do a tango that ends in an open-mouthed kiss. Her story is half told by her trainer, Barbara, until it seems that Tosca may in fact be telling the story of Barbara telling the story of Tosca. Her daughter, Tosca, is also a circus performer. She writes her autobiography, which becomes a best seller. She has opinions about bicycles and socialism. First is the matriarch, who retires from the circus and is given a desk job. In this novel, three generations of polar bears tell their stories. Yoko Tawada, who was born in Japan but has lived in Germany since the early ’80s, has written widely and wildly about the complexities of being human, often by looking toward other beasts. “Memoirs of a Polar Bear” is a study of blurred lines: the line between human and animal, the line between one person’s (or creature’s) story and another’s, the line between love and exploitation. In that moment, the only thing that mattered was that we were mammals. I remember feeling as if I could have been a mother pig, a mother bear. I could hear her swallowing and her fists pawed at me. Paper, $16.95.Ī few days after my daughter was born, we lay side by side in bed while she nursed. MEMOIRS OF A POLAR BEAR By Yoko Tawada Translated by Susan Bernofsky 252 pp.
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