Max Dudler—Narrating Spaces
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Where Did the Mouse Celebrate?<br />
Kasper König<br />
In 1988, I started a professorship at the Städelschule in Frankfurt. For<br />
anything to do with business, even outside of my studies, I liked to meet<br />
at one of the pizzerias or cider-serving Äppelwoi-serving pubs in<br />
Sachsenhausen. I also enjoyed going to the Schwarzes Cafe, which was<br />
a gathering-place between the Portikus exhibition hall hibbdebach (north<br />
of the river) and the Städelschule dribbdebach (south of the river).<br />
Like a stage, the café was situated—a perfect, formalized room, like an<br />
Edward Hopper painting—between the theater and Schweizer Platz,<br />
with the Main river flowing between the two points. I usually leaned<br />
my bicycle, unlocked, against one of the two big display windows,<br />
keeping an eye on the street to prevent any potential theft by sprinting<br />
out—a tactic somewhere between outpacing, charging, and immediate<br />
action. Schweizer Straße was ideally situated: there was a Sparkasse<br />
bank on the corner of Gartenstraße, a newspaper and cigarette shop<br />
right nearby, and the tram and subway were just a hop, skip, and jump<br />
away.<br />
What made the place was its amazing readability. There was a<br />
black-lacquered dividing wall right behind the door, the same size as<br />
the opening, behind which the entire service area was housed. At the<br />
end of the room there was a mirrored wall. Everything was very<br />
straightforward—there were no more than ten tables covered with white<br />
tablecloths, as well as a long bar. The acoustics were good, and the<br />
service was friendly without being smarmy. Even alone you could feel<br />
comfortable in the simplicity, enjoying the ebb and flow of guests. The<br />
dark and very beautifully finished interior elements integrated into the<br />
framework of the white, tectonically spare surrounding room and its<br />
truly tight furnishing. The concept of the place allowed for many social<br />
constellations. For a time, the brothers <strong>Max</strong> and Karl Dudler immensely<br />
enriched their client-city Frankfurt there—much like the Portikus<br />
abutting the Obermainbrücke, which I interpreted as a shoebox with a<br />
skylight behind a classicistic façade.<br />
An experience I remember well summarizes the quality of the place for<br />
me. I had an appointment at the café with my daughter Lili, who was<br />
studying singing at the Frankfurt University of Music and Performing<br />
Arts. That afternoon, three yuppies from the stock exchange had<br />
congregated there, boasting loudly on their cell phones, which in those<br />
days were still unusual, extremely large, and bone-shaped. During her<br />
training, Lili had learnt to whisper in a way that could be heard and<br />
easily understood a few tables away. At the time, there was a vogue for<br />
jokes referring to the children’s TV program Die Sendung mit der Maus<br />
(The Show with the Mouse), like there would later be for jokes about<br />
blondes or Opel Mantas. She managed to tell a story—fit for the stage<br />
and ostensibly privately—about the orange mouse and the little blue<br />
elephant from the show for the benefit of the three who were telephoning<br />
indiscreetly. It went like this: The mouse and the elephant are on a<br />
walk together, when the mouse unexpectedly falls down a hole. The<br />
elephant reaches his long trunk down the hole and rescues the mouse.<br />
The two are delighted with their friendship and continue on their way.<br />
Then the elephant unexpectedly falls into a deep hole as well. The