Kai Maristed
The late Friederike Mayröcker’s über-recognizable style has become a brand, logoed by certain objects: violets, lilacs, birds
Endpapers is an invaluable gift to literature, mainly but not only for the quotations, details, and beguilingly written scenes of publisher Kurt Wolff’s life scattered throughout
A powerful allegory for our techno-crazed, consumption-addicted, soul-crushing times.
For each of these major, prize-honored writers — Siegfried Lenz and Walter Kempowski– birth = destiny = art.
Daniel Kehlmann’s narrative gift is so prodigious as to be almost aggravating.
Hilbig’s prose demands sentence-by sentence commitment. It gravitates to the dark and dense, and occasionally surreal.
Evidently, plain-spoken language plus doubt and apprehension equate to novels that, once opened, are very hard to put down.
The imperative to engage with landscape, and thus leave or at least minimize the self, has become of great importance to Peter Handke.
Despite the pain of inhabiting Alexander Herzog’s disintegrating world, I absolutely could not put My Marriage aside.
Poetry Review: Writer Alain Mabanckou — Taking Life Both to Heart and in Stride
Take a dive into any of Alain Mabanckou’s works in English — and definitely score a copy of the new translation, As Long As Trees Take Root In the Earth, beautifully crafted and bound. Vive la Poesie!
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