Wrecked

Replete with a forty page descriptions of marital sex, details of worms, and even, following an abortion, ‘the best anal sex ever’, Schossgebete reannounces Charlotte Roche. We witness the sexual routine of Elizabeth Kiehl, our protagonist, in all its minutiae: her love of fellatio; her visits to prostitutes together with husband Georg in order to keep their relationship alive; and - most candidly - her preference for dressing him in old men’s clothes because of her self-diagnosed ‘father fixation’.
Behind such banal titillation is great sadness. Midway through one of her weekly therapy sessions, Kiehl takes us back to a period a decade earlier, when she was eagerly anticipating her wedding in England, her birthplace.

Arriving at the airport in London, Elizabeth’s father calls to tell her that her mother and three younger brothers have been involved in a high-speed pile-up on the Autobahn, the latter three left dead. It emerges that the crash was so brutal that there were no physical remains of her three siblings found. And so Elizabeth Kiehl’s past and present continue side-by-side as she heads towards psychological collapse.