Beethoven and the meaning of Life: the Secession in Vienna

Beethoven and the meaning of life: my novel “Corona Crime”

Robert Pimm
Robert Pimm

Beethoven and the meaning of life: what can a post-coronavirus society tell us about both?  My novel “Corona Crime” is a thriller, comedy and love story set in a post-pandemic world.

The meaning of life

I wrote a while ago about “7 ways my sci-fi novel Corona Crime explains the meaning of life“.

I said that the meaning of life would emerge around 80% of the way through the book; and that it involved “Come Celebrate with Us” and “The Kiss”.

Beethoven and the meaning of life - the Secession

Wiener Secession, 2015 – Photo: Robert Pimm

Beethoven and the meaning of life

I live in Vienna, where the climax to Corona Crime takes place, and was delighted to find that the wonderful Secession building built in 1897 by Joseph Maria Olbrich had got a new basement.  That basement houses Gustav Klimt’s magnificent Beethoven frieze, based on the Ninth Symphony, which, to quote Wikipedia, “illustrates human desire for happiness in a suffering and tempestuous world”.

Isn’t that the meaning of life?

Klimt’s Beethoven Frieze

Gratifyingly, the three themes of Klimt’s frieze – the Yearning for Happiness, the Hostile Forces, and This Kiss to the Whole World – echo the themes of Corona Crime.  The hero of Corona Crime, Jake Moonrath, listens to Beethoven’s 9th at the start of the novel.  He is heading off to execute the ill-fated termination contract for ‘Time-expired Jennifer.  Later in the book, he will listen to the Grateful Dead.  Finally, Jake may, perhaps, find that what he has been chasing all his life will not bring him happiness; but love just might.

The parallels between Klimt, Beethoven and Corona Crime are not entirely surprising.  I conceived the story in Vienna; Klimt was Viennese; and while Beethoven was born in Bonn (where I lived in 1998-99) he is buried in Vienna’s magnificent Central Cemetery.

Life… and death

I visited the Central Cemetery, or Zentralfriedhof, on All Saints, or Halloween night, in 1986, and wrote a piece expressing my emotions on seeing the countless elderly people, mostly women, who were out lighting candles on the graves of their loved ones.  Despite its name, the cemetery is miles out of the city, and I remember humming Bruce Springsteen’s “Darkness on the edge of town” to myself.  If you ever get a chance to visit Vienna, I recommend the cemetery, the ceiling of whose chapel decorates the front page of this blog.

If you would like to have a look at my writing, my most recent books are: my blackly comic Seven Hotel Stories, hard-hitting Berlin thriller Blood Summit and Corona Crime itself.  I recommend them, obviously.

Seven Hotel Stories Blood Summit cover Corona Crime cover


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One Response

  1. OK. I’m convinced. I will read it. (I think it was the combined refs to the Grateful Dead and Bruce that pushed me over the edge…). Ironic/not ironic.

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