It's not too long ago, I spent a very pleasant evening at the "Old Forge" and read it with Gerhard Roth, Wolf Haas and Gert Jonkers three renowned authors from Austria. Gert Jonker showed on this evening his exuberant love of language, which he did more than any other author on the planet express. His readings were always somewhat de-ranged, cross-busting, the literature transcending itself. It spoke not only of the author, it said the same private owner Gert Jonkers, who does not otherwise have been possible as a writer!
The first Bachmann Prize winner ever said Gert Jonkers, and this competition he was also associated many years later, when he delivered a eulogy. The literature by Gert Jonker grew together so much with the author, and author of that text were possible only with each other. Is this so unusual that I mention it? Maybe not unusual, but not a few not unknown authors differ in their style of language hardly be so - sad, but true - interchangeable. There is no author simply to get closer to his own language, even at all to find their own language, but Gert Jonkers did so with flying colors.
With Gert Jonkers, the literary world has lost one of their very best representatives of Austria. He died on 4 January 2009 at the age of less than 63 years in Vienna and many readers, ladies and gentlemen, sorely missed.
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