Monika Maron loves country life. When it gets hot and stuffy in Berlin, she moves into her house in Mecklenburg-Western Pomerania. Bonnie, a two-year-old mongrel from a Hungarian animal shelter, keeps her company. A conversation about the joys of being alone, the struggles of growing old and intelligent flying.
Henryk M. Broder: When did you realize you were getting old?
Maron: At 30
Broder: Others are doing their bachelor’s or master’s degree in cultural studies.
Maron: So I thought: now the youth is over. And that was also true. I had a child and I was employed. My mother called me and said, “So, now you’re approaching 40.” Then 40 wasn’t bad, 40 was good, then “fly ash” appeared and a new life began. 50 was awful. Just the word with the Ü in the middle. I associated a certain image of women with it, perm. 60 I didn’t really care, I don’t know why. I thought 70 was really bad because it was about 80. Now I’ll be 80 soon. Now it’s important to handle the rest well.
Broder: Do you feel that you don’t want to waste time as you get older?