Pando

The world is going to the dogs, but Hans and Reja are in love. They head off on a road trip. Along the way, they stumble upon hollowed out landscapes, contradictory foundation myths, and histories that span the entire globe. A Mormon looking for the treasure of Moctezuma in the deserts of Utah. A murderous pharmacist who builds a slide through his house. A filmmaker chasing down an intruder. And all the while, just as it has for 40,000 years, the wind keeps blowing through Pando, a clonal colony of the quaking aspen tree in Utah – the largest living organism in the world.

In Pando, Enis Marci and Pascal Richmann write of places that inscribe themselves in our memory long before we enter them ourselves. They write of the maelstrom of events that tugs at all of us. Always following the question of how the present comes to be, and what we can confront it with.

»This cleverly composed text, whose numerous mirrors reflect a cognitive light that is at times blinding, gathers together all manner of curiosities.« Björn Hayer, Rolling Stone

»Pando achieves something big: … Enis Maci and Pascal Richmann find for their couple a stance of attentiveness – and they do so in an era in which we tend to put up barriers around ourselves. The characters, which increasingly meld in to a single self, are empathetic in their observations, but not naïve; they are devoted to the world, but do not surrender to it helplessly.« Samuel Hamen, Deutschlandfunk Kultur

»The countless divides that are bridged in Pando – the Atlantic, the Mediterranean, the Ruhr Region, national borders, the Venetian canals of Las Vegas, the threshold of the aliens’ office – ultimately lead to the crossing of the most insurmountable of all clefts between people: speechlessness.« Marius Goldhorn, Das Wetter

»A lucid, poetic survey of our present moment at the end of the Anthropocene.« Anja Kümmel, Weser Kurier

»But Pando is also a novel about love. And when are our senses more honed than when we are in this state?« Daniel Graf, Republik

»A book like a breathing organism.« Eva Behrendt, Theater heute