Die Überfliegerin

»From just a few, individual strands of reality, it was once possible, virtually without any funny business at all, to expect a particular future, they pieced themselves into a picture as if on their own, formed a house that you could walk towards, in which you could make yourself at home. That was once upon a time. From our contemporary reality, we cannot see anything on the horizon that calls...

Poetic existence unfolds in Angela Krauß’ magical language, a language in which reality vibrates – and dreams become tangible.

It’s summer. The poet is having lunch in her spot next to the piano, her patron is playing tennis seventeen hours away by plane, the owner of the French restaurant always serves her himself. The olives are black, hard, and sharp. This...

In an »extraordinary blend of innocence of feeling and narrative sophistication« (Wolfgang Emmerich), Angela Krauß embraces the incredibility of the world. Esprit, tenderness, encouragement and great poetic strength flow in a warm, evocative tone. And what she evokes is nothing less than love, the universe and the future.

Secretly, this woman works, like...

Angela Krauß draws everything into the flow of her marvelous new piece of prose: Life, love, the big historical picture, the grand narrative. And casts a spell, for a Sunday morning and on and on...

Sunday morning. The zoo animals are gradually awakening outside the narrator’s window. Her companion is still dreaming. On the floor, her tortoise Kastanorka is...