Though compared to Thomas Bernhard I must insist that Elfriede Jelinek is nowhere close to the stature and level of his writing. She is very good and cynical, true, and she writes honestly, but at least in
Women as Lovers she has not reached his level of the sentence and rhetoric given within her own misanthropy. I am not sure she has any reverence at all for a human, being they male or female. Her picture of life as an Austrian bodes ill for any it seems. But I will continue to read her work and see if my opinion might alter. I found her work to be engaging and oftentimes quite funny. She has great one-liners but there is something missing in her prose and I am not sure at this time what exactly that is. Perhaps after more time has elapsed I will get a better handle on this artist, but for now, I will leave it that she is simply only better than most.