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Behind the Lines BOOKS New literary releases from Germany Hinter den Zeilen FROM Literarische Neuerscheinungen GERMANY Curated by www.book-fair.com CONTENTS INHALT Thanks to the generous funding by the Federal Foreword Book Collection Appendix Foreign Office this book collection will be on show Vorwort Buchkollektion Anhang on German collective stands at many book fairs worldwide in 2014. 5 Behind the Lines 24 Selected Books from 74 Index of Publishers Wir danken dem Auswärtigen Amt für die The 2013 book year A to Z Verlagsverzeichnis groß zügige Unterstützung, dank derer diese at the Literaturhaus Ausgewählte Bücher 76 Picture Credits Buchkollektion 2014 an deutschen Gemeinschafts- Frankfurt von A bis Z Bildnachweise ständen auf vielen Buch messen weltweit zu Hauke Hückstädt 76 Imprint sehen sein wird. Longlist dbp 2013 Impressum 10 Hinter den Zeilen (German Book Prize) We are especially grateful to Literaturhaus Das Buchjahr 2013 28 Mirko Bonné Frankfurt, which acted as curator for the selection im Literaturhaus 32 Ralph Dutli of this year‘s titles. Frankfurt 34 Thomas Glavinic Unser besonders herzlicher Dank gilt dem Hauke Hückstädt 36 Norbert Gstrein Frankfurter Literaturhaus, das in diesem Jahr als 39 Reinhard Jirgl Kurator die Titelauswahl übernommen hat. 15 In the Rooms 40 Daniel Kehlmann Literaturhaus Frank- 43 Judith Kuckart furt as walk-in 45 Olaf Kühl literary magazine 47 Dagmar Leupold Hauke Hückstädt 48 Jonas Lüscher Kristina Koehler 51 Clemens Meyer 52 Joachim Meyerhoff 20 In den Räumen 54 Terézia Mora Das Literaturhaus 57 Marion Poschmann Frankfurt als begeh- 63 Thomas Stangl bares Feuilleton 64 Jens Steiner Hauke Hückstädt 66 Uwe Timm Kristina Koehler 67 Nellja Veremej 69 Urs Widmer 71 Monika Zeiner 5 BEhiND THE LINES The 2013 book year at the Literaturhaus Frankfurt Michael Hofmann, the German poet relinquished to the English language, chose the title “Behind the Lines” for his collection of essays on literature and art, which was first published in London at the beginning of this century. And anyone trying to piece together a year in review from the perspective of a literary institution might also feel as if they are behind the lines, ensnared in lines of text, in interpretations of the year, with direct hits and ricochets whizzing past their ears. And a good house of literature also lays down and follows lines, defines the line to be taken by the year’s events. At the Literaturhaus Frankfurt, 2013 began with a visit from the author of one of the previous year’s books, which had enriched us and enraged us in equal measure. He is a distinguished author, one from whom we can learn a lot, even when we disagree with him. In his book “My Fortunate Life”, art histo rian and journalist Werner Spies wrote plenty of things about success and excellence, about his friendships with Max Ernst and Pablo Picasso. He was more guarded, however, in discussing his shortcomings when he thought lessly – though hardly intentionally – pronounced pictures that were in fact masterful Max Ernst forgeries to be originals. The audience, on that January evening in 2013, certainly bore him little illwill for his involuntary part in a millioneuro fraud, and the friendly insistence on the part of the moderators seemed to him like interference during an act of worship. In a house of literature the year is composed of a rapid succession of events: events that are taking place right now, events that are about to start, and events that are in planning. It is like standing on a railway platform, standing behind the hissing lines, and as the trains rush past you attempt to bring one or two of them to a halt, to get a better look at them. Our institution hosts ap proximately 100 evening events every year. As a rough estimate, this involves around 300 books and 250 speakers. We recall an evening in February with Wilhelm Genazino. The author lives in Frankfurt. He is seen as a flâneur and a chronicler of the middle classes. That label has been attached to him, as big as a frying pan, and there it stays – not because the author is idle, but because he wears it with a smile, and each successive book he produces is stronger than the locks on our own pigeon hole mentality. With his book “Tarzan on the Main. Walks through Middle Germany”, written at the behest of his publisher, Michael Krüger, Genazino has given us wonderful and – typically for him – wonderfully humorous in sights into Frankfurt. Just a few days later, we were visited by an important critic in the shape of Helmut Böttiger, whose work always focuses on three special areas: on Paul Celan, football (especially from a Freiburg perspective), 6 7 and on postwar literature – or its prototype media machine, the Gruppe 47. The self-styled Afropolitan, Taiye Selasi, with On the last of these topics, Böttiger has just composed a collective biography 200 visitors in the packed auditorium, in spring 2013. Born in London to Ghanaian parents, → p. 27, which is sure to remain a seminal work in its accuracy and deftness of raised in Massachusetts, lives in New York, Delhi style. It was also awarded the Leipzig Book Fair Prize. and Rome – a big hit at Literaturhaus Frankfurt. Die Afropolitin, wie sich Taiye Selasi selbst We recall Taiye Selasi Photo → p. 7. Of all the exciting appearances and person nennt, im Frühjahr 2013 vor 200 Besuchern im ages of the year, none made such a glamorous and abiding impression as the ausverkauften Lesesaal. Geboren in London, world citizen Taiye Selasi. A stunningly beautiful and graceful woman (the auf gewachsen in Massachusetts, lebend in New York, Delhi und Rom, die Eltern aus Ghana. An- kind that literary people are happy to print in large format and fullcolour, but gekommen im Literaturhaus Frankfurt. express less bluntly in words), whose CV reads like a transcript of jetlag: born in London, grew up in Massachusetts, studied in Yale and Oxford, now lives – when she’s not actually travelling – in New York, Rome and Berlin. With her book “Ghana Must Go”, Selasi has written a novel of family which makes a fundamental plea for unity, while criticising the underlying racism in America today as well as the impositions made on families that are to any me that counts” or “Because I’m worth it”. It is our ego, the homo oecono extent globalised. micus. And Schirrmacher adds a further thumping indictment to compound our discomfort at the modern world, trampled underfoot by capitalism: it We recall Christiane Rösinger. Rösinger, who, as a member of the legendary is not the economic and financial crisis that should chill us, but our social allwomen band the “Lassie Singers”, once sang of her “Penchant for Idiots”, DNA and our cold hearts. And to match that, the democracy that made us and who still writes and produces music today. In “Berlin – Baku” she de what we are, and for which Kessler’s demonstrators are willing to go through scribes an entirely unglamorous visit to the Eurovision Song Contest in the tear gas, might well be freezing up too. capital city of Azerbaijan. The evening on which she read to us from this travelogue was also memorable for her bad fall from the stage during the We gladly recall an evening in June with Ulrike Edschmid. She was respon sound check. Before she could contribute anything at all without pain, we sible for one of the best, and also slimmest books of the year. “The Disap had to re locate her to a large, red sofa that we heaved onto the stage. Anyone pearance of Philip S.” → p. 31 describes Germany’s “years of lead”, the 1970s with less showbiz professionalism would have given up that evening, but blighted by terrorism, from a very personal perspective. In May 1975, after Rösinger read and sang, accompanied by her small band. She took us on a shooting the police officer Walter Pauli, Philip S. died in an exchange of strange trip, right across Eastern Europe. gunfire with the police in a car park in Cologne. Almost 40 years later, the author Edschmid sent a woman out in search for the few traces this man left behind. And in doing so, Edschmid returned to the most dramatic period Ego – the last ism of her own life. Philip S. in her novel takes the place of her boyfriend of that time, Werner Sauber. Sauber was seen as sensitive person. He lovingly We recall Florian Kessler, who, in producing his book “There’s Strength in looked after their child and he produced his first experimental film, while Numbers: Stateoftheart Protest and Demonstration” → p. 38, showed his others were demonstrating against the Vietnam War and occupying institu great gift for empathy, spending time with the new protest movements and tions. House searches were to follow, and the radicalisation of those years. gaining insights that prove it is worthwhile showing opposition – and prove Their sixyearold son confronted the armed policemen with his crossbow. too that the police, as an arm of the state, all too often get it wrong. And Without knowing it, he saved his mother. Philip S., on the other hand, who we remember Frank Schirrmacher Photo → p. 8, coeditor of the Frankfurter made his choice for the revolution, withdrew stepbystep from their shared Allgemeine Zeitung, who visited us a week later. In his polemical work “Ego” life. Ulrike Edschmid recounts the inexorable loss of a person, and the defin → p. 59, he takes a differ ent approach to Kessler, but reaches similar conclu ing years of a generation in revolt – a generation now entering retirement.