MOMENT OF FREEDOM (1966) is the first of the three novels and is virtually formless. It seems that the author cannot master his material--the whole history of man's inhumanity to man--with a calm analysis or fit it into a standard artistic structure, but rather recoils in pain, retreats into dismal reflections, indulges in sarcastic tirades, describes petty officials and deranged villagers as monsters, relives the atrocities of the Nazis and Communists, remembers himself wading through blood and most of all intoxicates himself, all without any apparent order. The effect is disorienting, but at the same time invigorating, since it brings an electric awareness of being caught up in something horrifyingly real. Here is someone violently disturbed, speaking straight from the heart, grabbing you like a bloodied, but eloquent victim of an attack. You can't expect his urgent report to be neat and tidy.
You must simply follow the narrator-guide, the lowly »Servant of Justice« of the mythical Swiss town of Heiligenberg, a man so burdened by a mind-numbing past that he can't remember his own name, as he records the filthy injustices of the court, denounces the sanctimonious townsmen with his drinking buddies at an inn called »Zum Henker« (»Go to Hell«), or wanders through bleak memories and unidentifiable towns. Don't try to keep track of the time, or where you are going, or whether the landscape is real or hallucinatory. After the journey you can go back and retrace your steps, read critical studies, then some things will fall into place, but not all.
One pointer I will give is that the »moment of freedom« is not an episode or a single event, but more like a category--an opportunity for truth and contact with reality that is most often missed. Bjorneboe relates it to the bullfighting »moment of truth« before the sword goes through the bull's shoulder blades. His thought is that freedom is not a relief or a liberation from duty (there is a frightening scene of murderers breaking out of prison), but rather an insight that brings commitment and love for another. To deny it is to deny the responsibility of being human, to commit a sin against the Holy Ghost and therefore to negate »the meaning of the earth and of the starry heavens: individuation--coming into being.«
Bjorneboe believes that in the moment of truth one can take the liberty of speaking: »An author can only fulfil his human and social duty when he is completely and unreservedly honest. Only when he tells the truth which only he can tell, even if it deviates totally from the officially accepted one, only then is he contributing anything of value at all.«
This novel contributes something of value. If you are seeking escape from celebrity books and potboilers, and wish to renew contact with the spiritual source of real literature, start here. The translation is perfect--so rich and flowing, you'd think the novel were written in English. Bjorneboe told the truth that only he could tell, and therefore is one of the greats.