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 wobbling toward her. Life, love, the future. How to continue?
In former times, it all continued somehow of its own volition, and future was just another word for a fairytale. Until revolutionary fall 1989, when history was stood on its head and any number of conceivable things were condemned to the past. The future was not one of them. Can it be forecast? Can one be prepared for it?
»With each of those I have loved I have led a different life, one of many still nascent in me.« Live as a debate with the »wide world surrounding me«, but above all with three of the beloved: With Leo, whose life was saved 60 years ago by America; with Toma, the Tartar nomad who moves ever further Eastwards; and with Roman, who stays sound asleep.
Angela Krauß was born in 1950 and lives in Leipzig. Her books have won numerous prizes, including the Ingeborg Bachmann Prize and the Malkowski Prize. In 2004, she was the annual visiting lecturer on poetics at the University of Frankfurt/Main.
Angela Krauß was born in 1950 and lives in Leipzig. Her books have won numerous prizes, including the Ingeborg Bachmann Prize and the...
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...