The Miracle of Dullness
By ROGER COHEN
NYT
FRANKFURT — I bumped down in Frankfurt at 10:55 AM. A German landing, I thought — unsubtle and punctual.
The sky was clear, an un-German sky, and the colors that assailed me were pink (Deutsche Telekom), yellow (Lufthansa) and gray: cool colors at some remove from Caspar David Friedrich’s ecstatic dusks in forests of Gothic gloom.
Friedrich’s passionate romanticism is under control these days in a Germany that has become reassuring to the point of dullness. Europe’s most powerful nation is electing its leader Sunday — and nobody really cares.
“Welcome to the most boring German election ever,” former foreign minister Joschka Fischer told me by way of greeting.
(More here.)
NYT
FRANKFURT — I bumped down in Frankfurt at 10:55 AM. A German landing, I thought — unsubtle and punctual.
The sky was clear, an un-German sky, and the colors that assailed me were pink (Deutsche Telekom), yellow (Lufthansa) and gray: cool colors at some remove from Caspar David Friedrich’s ecstatic dusks in forests of Gothic gloom.
Friedrich’s passionate romanticism is under control these days in a Germany that has become reassuring to the point of dullness. Europe’s most powerful nation is electing its leader Sunday — and nobody really cares.
“Welcome to the most boring German election ever,” former foreign minister Joschka Fischer told me by way of greeting.
(More here.)
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