Fear Eats the Soul is not over-aestheticised; the camera barely moves and the actors are often impassive. Nor is Fassbinder much interested in the psychology of the characters. It is their social situation which compels him. Haunted by the recent past, the 1970s were certainly violent and disruptive in Germany. Early on in the film Emmi admits that she and her mother were both in the Nazi party. Nonetheless, she likes Ali instantly and he spends the night in her flat. (Usually he shares a room with six other ‘guestworkers’.) ‘Come on,’ Emmi says to Ali on the stairs. ‘We’re all forever saying “but”. And everything stays the same.’
‘Arabs with Germans not good,’ Ali warns her. ‘Arabs not human in Germany.’ What Fassbinder then explores is the traumatic impact of this disconcerting love on those around the couple, including her children. Emmi’s neighbours and friends even begin to suspect her of not being one of them; they point out that her name — Kurowski — sounds foreign. Her workmates say of the ‘Gastarbeiters’, ‘dirty pigs the lot of them. The way they live. Whole families in a single room. All they’re after is money. The women who go with them are whores.’
Ali is dignified, impeccably polite and good-looking, though he is no saint. He also appears somewhat isolated, if not lonely. As as a ‘guestworker’ he is not a German citizen and seems stranded far from home. We never see he and Emmi making love, but they like to talk. Fassbinder might have been known for his exploration of sexuality and its instability, but this is a love story. These two people really like one another.
When Emmi and Ali marry and move in together Emmi is isolated by her colleagues and neighbours. The local grocer won’t serve Ali because, he claims, he doesn’t speak German. The neighbours call the police when Ali plays cards with some friends. Someone says, ‘Four Arabs in her apartment. You know what they’re like. Bombs and all that.’
At their wedding lunch the couple are alone while being stared at by strangers, eating in the Munich restaurant Hitler used to frequent.
At this point Fassbinder moves the story on. When Ali and Emmi return from their honeymoon attitudes moderate. Her children can use Emmi as their babysitter; the grocer welcomes Ali: he has been made aware of their mutual dependence now he is afraid of losing customers to the expanding supermarkets. ‘In business,’ he says, ‘you have to hide your aversions.’ Emmi’s colleagues take up with her again when they find another victim to bully, this time a Yugoslav woman. Not only that, her female friends begin to find Ali attractive, even feeling his muscles.
Towards the end of the film, after a confused and persecuted Ali sleeps with a girl from the bar, Emmi goes to some trouble to win him back, insisting their love is more important than any minor transgression. Then, when Ali falls ill with a perforated stomach ulcer, she takes him to hospital where he is left in the care of a doctor — Fassbinder’s father was a doctor — who informs her that Ali will have to return because his ulcer won’t get better. The doctor has seen this before with other immigrants: their lives are so difficult they fall ill repeatedly.
The notion of integration is one that is discussed constantly in Europe today, and the character of Ali perfectly illustrates the difficulties and double-binds it involves. The language used against him is the familiar vocabulary of the racist, whether the victim is a Jew, Negro or Muslim, and it involves the most important things: money, sexuality, disease and social status. Considering their envy of this Arab man is, at least, a way for those around him to be reminded of what matters most to them — if only in inverted fantasy.
The immigrant should work but not belong; he mustn’t forget his place as an outsider. If he ‘integrates’ too much he is accused of taking over, or of fracturing the organic unity of the existing society. If he keeps his distance he is living in a ghetto, thus creating social disintegration. In the end he is indigestible, and Ali represents in his sick body the contradictions of the society he now inhabits.
There are no Black Shirts, political parties, marches, or any mention of the holocaust in Fear Eats the Soul. The hatred is deliberately low-level; it is simple everyday bourgeois racism. Fassbinder is showing us that fascism starts at the bottom, rather than being imposed from above. It is not the authorities who harass Ali, it is his neighbours. And although Fassbinder is too pure an artist to become didactic, he is reminding us that Europe has been through this before and that this is how it might start again.
The society which Ali has moved into is shown by Fassbinder to be stagnant, if not decadent. Emmi’s children are cruel towards her, indolent and envious, and without motivation or desire. Seemingly traumatised by the past, they are numb and uninterested in their mother’s passion for Ali. Their souls have been devoured by hatred, and Fassbinder cannot find much about their way of life which is valuable or alive.
Ali as the alien, scapegoat or awful Thing — he is both a question and a provocation — appears to occupy an empty place, a position that almost any outsider could be put in. (Jews were often referred to as ‘the Negroes of Europe’.) Ali is not hated because he is in reality dirty, over-sexualised and ambitious etc. He is considered to have these qualities because he is an immigrant. That is what the immigrant has been made into.
Perhaps if the host community can focus their hate on Ali, he at least absolves those around him from hating one another. His presence seems to create some kind of unity. This is not unlike the son Gregor Samsa in Kafka’s great story Metamorphosis. The gain of Gregor becoming an insect is that his horrible transformation creates accord and, eventually, happiness and freedom in the family. The last line of Metamorphosis runs, ‘And it was like a confirmation of their new dreams and excellent intentions that at the end of their journey their daughter sprang to her feet and stretched her young body.’
But Ali also reminds those around him that although they don’t want anything to change, they might require a catalyst. In this regard Ali represents the future; there will be more like him, and deeper difficulties. How will these Others be absorbed, and how will everyone have to change in order to make a productive life possible? What sort of society can be made from these elements?
In 1989, fifteen years after Fear Eats the Soul, when the Berlin Wall came down and communism collapsed in Eastern Europe, a fatwah was placed on the life of Salman Rushdie.
There is no Muslim community in Fear Eats the Soul, only a group of Moroccan buddies in inhospitable territory. But by 1989 in Britain the Muslim community was becoming a force; they were no longer innocent like Ali, but active and persecutory themselves. Quickly they were able to pass around information about The Satanic Verses, organise for the book to be burned in Bolton and Bradford, and put pressure on both the publishers Penguin and the British government to have it banned.
There’s no reason to think the Muslim community would be any more cohesive than any other. However, there was one issue which briefly brought these believers together. It wasn’t inequality, discrimination or hatred which created this organisation, but an insult. And it wasn’t the host community they were attacking, but another Muslim, a highly regarded writer. The community was a community because of its underlying religion. Being an immigrant wasn’t an identity, or enough of one, except for others. The ‘deviant’ Rushdie created a brief unity.
The Satanic Verses begins with a terrorist attack on an aeroplane, and this explosion presages the explosion of identities Rushdie explores in the book. As Rushdie himself put it, ‘How does newness come into the world? How is it born? Of what fusions, translations, conjoinings is it made?’