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It may be clichéd but it’s true: Germans have no sense of humour

Let me explain the problem with german humour

It may be clichéd but it’s true: Germans have no sense of humour. The Economist’s Berlin bureau chief explains why

It may be clichéd but it’s true: Germans have no sense of humour. The Economist’s Berlin bureau chief explains why

Andreas Kluth | August/September 2016

Shortly after moving back to Germany in 2012 after decades of absence, mainly in Anglo-Saxon countries, I took my kids to the Berlin zoo. The children were two, four and seven at the time, and had already developed a keen sense of irony – or at least they understood that dad doesn’t always mean things literally, because, you know, it’s funny. So we queued for our tickets, trading silly jokes. Like me, the kids are dual citizens of America and Germany, though at that time, fresh from California, we still felt more American and more at ease in English. But we deliberately spoke German, to help us acclimatise to our new home. In a mood of levity, we approached the ticket window.

The lady behind it informed me that the price for the elder two was such-and-such and the littl’un was free. “What if I pay you a bit extra and you keep them?” I suggested. The kids chortled and started naming prices that might clear the market.

The lady stared back, horrified. Then, slowly, she leaned forward to look at my children, who stiffened. “Your dad does not really mean that,” she said. “He does not really want to sell you.”

That pretty much killed the mood for all four of us until somewhere between the giraffes and the polar bears. “Why did she say that?” my daughter asked, in English, as though out of an instinct for cultural self-preservation. As I pondered the question, I couldn’t help but think there was something peculiarly German about the lady’s reaction. First, Germans really, really struggle to grasp non-literal meanings. Second, Germans really, really can’t help but say when they think you’re wrong.

It’s a realisation I came to recently at a dinner party attended by the Turkish ambassador to Germany. The most German of traits, he said, is this need to correct people, no matter how trivial the point. The rest of the table, a group of expats, nodded. A bit later the conversation turned to wine, and my wife described a trip we once took through Napa County. “Actually, it was Sonoma,” I interjected. The ambassador burst out laughing. “See?”

Once primed, I began to notice this habit all the time. The other day, riding shotgun in a taxi with friends in the back who were visiting from America, I tried to explain the origins of both the word “Berlin” and the city’s coat of arms. There is a phonetic coincidence here: the first syllable of Berlin sounds like Bär (bear), I began, and the coat of arms features a bear. But just then I was cut off by the taxi driver, who argued that no, it’s not true, the word is Slavic and means “swamp”. It does, as it happens, and I was going to get there. But the taxi driver was now deep into a lecture that lasted several minutes. I turned and saw my friends roll their eyes. We got out and got drunk.

This need to correct feels most jarring when it is combined with the German failure to understand irony, overstatement and understatement – the rhetorical trifecta on which British humour is based. To be fair, I have met some Germans who employ these devices – a dozen-and-a-half, to be exact, after only four decades of visiting or living in the country.

That’s not to say that Germans live in a world devoid of comedy or laughter, but it is largely empty of irony, overstatement and understatement. Take the “heute-show”, for instance, a fairly blatant copy of America’s “The Daily Show”. The German version is so awkward that it makes me cringe. Instead of a raised eyebrow, we get full-body signals to laugh now. Punchlines don’t twist meaning ironically so much as invert it: they rely on sarcasm – the lowest form of wit.

Now imagine my day-to-day life in Germany, and mix this literalism with the need to correct. A typical exchange might run as follows. German acquaintance: “Your wife is looking for you, Andreas.” Me: “Really? She’s usually trying to lose me.” This gives pause to the acquaintance and then: “No, really, she’s looking for you. She went over there.”

The steady drip of micro-miscommunications produces a feeling of loneliness. Not connecting is always painful. Not connecting in the way that ironists do, as a means of coping with a depressing world, is more so. Many expats in Germany simply circumvent the inevitable rejection by speaking to the natives in as straightforward a manner as possible, as though talking to Siri on an iPhone. When the interlocutor spots a mistake and delivers the inevitable correction and explanation, these expats grin and bear it, and move on. It doesn’t make life easier, but it does make it simpler.

The problem is that this defence mechanism changes the expats over time. An Irish journalist based in Berlin told me that when he goes home and meets friends in a pub, they usually don’t know what to make of him for the first few hours – he’s being so literal. “Come off it,” they demand. “You don’t understand,” he replies, “it’s like this.” And then he explains.

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ryanmontcalm - September 30th 2016

Wer einen Sinn von Humor selbst hat, kann ihn auch in anderen verstehen. Es ist einfach: das, was Sie der deutschen Frau am Kassenschalter gesagt haben wäre vielleicht sogar hier in den USA ein "Flop" weil das ist einfach nicht komisch ist, bestenfalls kitschig. Was eigentlich lustig ist: dass Sie von ein paar Erreignissen von Ihren Erfahrungen in Deutschland einen ganzen Artikel geschrieben haben, in dem Sie ehrlich behaupten, aus ganzem Deutschland, es sei niemand, der einen Sinn von Humor hat! Dude! Was für eine Behauptung, na!? Ha! Viel Glück beim Einschlafen. Liebe Grüße aus Dallas, Texas, USA, wo man solche Quatsch-Behauptungen über den Deutschen nicht glaubt oder hört. Wir haben hier in Texas viel Stolz auf die Deutschen und auf unsere deutsche Abstammung. Und das wenn ausgerechnet Sie, Gelegenheit geschafft haben, in Deutschland zu leben! So ist das Leben, ne?

PithyPointers - August 16th 2016

Having also lived in Germany for more than four decades, Let Me Explain: the explaining woman at the zoo ticket office was intruding suspiciously on your ability to be a decent parent, as German schools are taught to do. She had to protect your children from being abused, you see. And that gave her the right to interfere. And not laugh. Much as the German state does when banning even the slightest spanking of one's own children. All a product of 76 years Secular Humanism gone mad. Why are we surprised?