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An autumn reading list
Source: An autumn reading list
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Klabund – Vergib mir
Sehr schoene:-
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Otto Julius Bierbaum – Spätsommer
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Walter Benjamin – Zitat
« Wenn der Zigarettenrauch in der Spitze und die Tinte im Füllhalter gleich leichten Zug hätten, dann wäre ich im Arkadien meiner Schriftstellerei. »
In ihrem dritten Roman “Der Tag, an dem ich fliegen lernte” webt die in Brasilien aufgewachsene deutsche Autorin Stefanie Kremser (*1967) die Geschichten des mutterlosen Mädchens Luisa und des von einem Ozean getrennten Dorfes Hinterdingen zu einem fesselnden Erzählteppich, der interessante Perspektiven auf die Themen Migration, Familie und Identität wirft.
Titel:Der Tag, an dem ich fliegen lernte
Autorin:Stefanie Kremser
Verlag: Kiepenheuer & Witsch
ISBN: 978-3-462-04705-9
Umfang: 304 Seiten, gebunden m. Schutzumschlag
Luisa, die Ich-Erzählerin, die retrospektiv Ereignisse ihrer Kindheit nacherzählt und -empfindet, wird am 7.9.1994 in München geboren. Nur Minuten nach der Geburt lässt ihre Mutter, die brasilianische Doktorandin Aza, sie vom Balkon des Krankenhauses fallen und verschwindet spurlos. Der Brite Fergus, der die Szene zufällig beobachtet, fängt das Neugeborene und wird zum Lebensretter. Luisas Vater Paul, fünf Jahre jünger als Aza und selbst noch Student, nimmt sowohl seine Tochter wie auch deren Schutzengel mit in seine Wohngemeinschaft…
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I’m delighted to announce that my article ‘HOLOCAUST TRANSLATION, COMMUNICATION AND WITNESS IN THE WORK OF H. G. ADLER‘ has just been published in German Life and Letters. This is the first piece that I started working on when I commenced my H. G. Adler project in collaboration with Prof. Frank Finlay. It’s the product of much absorbed reading but as importantly, many long conversations with people who have been really helpful as my thoughts on Adler develop: Prof. Frank Finlay, who first introduced me to H. G. Adler; Prof. Peter Filkins, Adler’s translator (featured above); Prof. Peter Davies, co-director of the research network ‘Holocaust Writing and Translation’, and also Prof. Jeremy Adler, H. G. Adler’s son and tireless advocate for his father’s work. I am so very grateful to all of these colleagues and so many more for accompanying me on my journey with Adler’s…
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” Die Sehnsucht nach der dunkelblauen Glocke wie im kunstseidenen Mädchen” -sehr poetisch. Schoen Aufsatz-danke!
That summer was very hot and walking through the fields that smelled of early blackberries, I came to
the edge of the caravan park. One more stile and I descended to the enclosure on the edge of the pine trees .
I soon identified Sean’s caravan by its bright tomato red colour. A strange domicile for a
bohemian artist, I thought, or perhaps for a man like him it was absolutely à la mode. Then I caught
sight of Jean, she many not have known it, but to my certain knowledge, she was at least his fourth
mistress that summer. Perhaps she kept him inspired too; he was producing even more large figurative “heads” than ever
before.
“Hello” she said smiling broadly and carrying a large aluminium bucket in each hand. I was perhaps a little
shocked because for back then few women would have so openly flaunted their buxom charms and her loose
rolled up trousers gave her a nonchalant almost wanton appearance ; her brown skin shone magnificently in the sunlight.
“You have timed your visit well – we are just about to have lunch. Hope you like mackerel?
Sean is in there, I just have to feed the chickens” She put down the buckets and wiped her nose with the back of her hand.
“Well, Jean, that would be absolutely lovely.”
“He hasn’t stopped working away all week you know.”
“Is it still those blue heads?” I inquired thinking myself rather brusque. More fake Modiglianis, I thought, but the prospect of lunch in Jean’s jolly
earthy company made putting up with the errant, overbearing genius just about bearable.
Don’t understand how that “despicable” comment got by the Speaker either.
(not satire – it’s the Tories!)
I hope I’m wrong, but there seems to be an extremely disturbing undercurrent of antisemitism emerging in the Tories’ campaign of personal attacks against Ed Miliband, supported by their backers in the right-wing press:
Unthinkable? Could Lord Rothermere’s vitriolic attacks on Ed Miliband be because he’s Jewish?
And now we have a clear narrative against the Labour leader that he is a ‘backstabber’ who is even prepared to ‘stab the nation in the back‘.
It is inconceivable that Tory leaders are not aware that ‘backstabbing’ is an historical antisemitic insult used extensively by the Nazis to vilify Jews:
In their desperation, the Tory campaign is taking an extremely nasty turn indeed.
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