Does God Live in Duesseldorf?

So a while ago I complain about how my measly visitor numbers decline whenever I don’t post actively for a few days and Veronique (sorry, can’t do the accent aigu) comments:

I advise you to post a few classical recipes: people will look for them whether you post something new or not, and it will stabilize your statistics. Or what about reviews about Roman restaurants?

Excellent suggestions, were I not completely cooking-impaired. (Really, all I do is read and write all day long, and deep into the night. It’s a sickness. A beautiful, corrupt sickness.) Plus, I don’t visit many restaurants in Rome, because (1) I don’t have much money; and (2) my friend’s wife is one of the most gifted cooks on the planet.

Anyway, I decide to hop on over to Veronique’s blog. Veronique, it would seem, can also cook like a demon. Page after page of colorful recipes. (Although I confess that I find the green goo in this post frighteningly ectoplasmic). But what really caught my eye was the little flickr photo that serves as her blog’s symbol: it’s a neon-red sign that says, in French, "God Lives in Duesseldorf."


I saw these signs when I visited Paris last year. I found it kind of freaky to see the name of pedestrian old Duesseldorf plastered all around Paris in red neon. As far as I could tell, the signs were advertisements for a play of the same name.

I remember reading some review that suggested the play was about the amusing culture conflicts of a French-German pair: something about how the Frenchwoman has to visit her partner’s parents in Duesseldorf, and finds the Krauts polite but stuffy, or something along those lines. These are very vague memories. I wanted to see the play, but I couldn’t get tickets. Anyway, I probably wouldn’t have understood much of it, because the French have this pesky habit of slurring all their beautiful, feathery words together instead of inserting. crisp. pauses. between. them. like. Germans. Especially. Swabians.

Veronique, have you seen the play? Has anybody else? Can anyone explain the title? Can someone put a review in the comments section? This could be the biggest thing in French attitudes toward Germany since Madame de Stael visited Deutschland and praised Germans’ "independence of intellect, the love of loneliness, and the peculiar selfhood of the individual." (to quote Paul de la Garde).

4 thoughts on “Does God Live in Duesseldorf?

  1. my friend’s wife is one of the most gifted cooks on the planetCook sounds a lot like crook. Or kook. Mate, where you’re from cooks are called ‘chef’. Just like cocks are roosters now.


  2. Thank you for the visit, Andrew, and sorry for having scared you with ectoplasmic – though 100% natural and organic – colours. I have a lot of very brown dishes which I find much scarier, actually…

    I haven’t seen the play: a friend saw the poster in the metro, and I mentioned it at the time ( ) I’ve just found out that a blogger liked it and wrote a little bit about it ( ). I am in Paris in the days to come, and will see if I can find the text, which is published.


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