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Born too late to see the war, too soon to forget it.

Reiner Schürmann

Origins

Why this past? Why is this past mine? A past which I did not even know?

"This is a book about the power that a past War holds over a German growing up in the 1950s and 1960s: born too late to see that war and too early to forget it. The narrative shows how painfully public events — the shadows, rather, of events gone by — intrude upon a life and shape it. The English translation appears at a moment when most of the key issues have radically changed. Germany has signed what amounts to a...

homosexuality
1968
emigration
memory
autobiography

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A. L. Kennedy

When it all burns you’ll know – a writer was there at the first… ABO DE FR

When life’s hard, time’s a motherfucker going slow

Soham Gupta

In his photographs and texts, Calcutta-based Soham Gupta forces the tension that arises between fiction and real-life conditions in as yet unseen ways. ABO DE FR

Maria Filomena Molder

So many egoists call themselves artists…

Words are human things; a great obscurity saturates them… OPEN
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Pierre Guyotat

“This text was written at the end of 1962, after my return from Algeria. For me the text is the matrix for Tombeau pour cinq cent mille soldats.” P.G. OPEN
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Dodie Bellamy

All that pent up terror and rage

A stupid tweet by a nobody, meant as a parody, somehow goes viral and the internet offers up death threats.

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Kim Gordon

It was another 75° day in LA.

Where do you go when you disappear?

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Magazine Online

Autofiction—Metafiction

Monograph

Eine schonungslose Familien-Live-Show

»Für einen Schriftsteller ist die Familie eine wahre Goldgrube: anstatt seinen Erbteil einzufordern, verzichtet der Autor lieber darauf und lässt...

Hervé Guibert

Meine Eltern

Monograph

Was? Wer? Wann? Wo? Wie? Warum?

Dass das Autobiographische als Schlüssel zu Perecs gesamtem Werk zu lesen ist, zeigt dieser Band. Er umfasst zehn autobiographische Versatzstücke aus den Jahren 1959 bis 1981 – von den Umständen der eigenen Geburt (»Ich bin geboren«) über eine Skizze zur Gedächtnisarbeit oder eine Vorfassung seines Ellis-Island-Projekts bis hin zur Aufzählung...

Georges Perec

Geboren 1936

Monograph

Das Protokoll einer im Überleben verlorenen Kindheit

Der Vater, Rabbiner in der Rue Ordener in Paris, der von der Gestapo abgeholt und in Auschwitz ermordet wird; die Mutter, der es gelingt, sich und die sechs Kinder an verschiedenen Orten versteckt zu halten; Sarah, die sich weigert, anderes zu sich zu nehmen als koscheres Essen, die die rettende...

Sarah Kofman

Rue Ordener, Rue Labat

Monograph

Eis

Ich hatte mich verfahren, es dämmerte bereits…

Anna Kavan

Eis

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Halluzinatorische Chroniken New Yorks
Reportagen, Fiktionen, Wirklichkeiten der Hauptstadt des 20. Jahrhunderts
- USA
- noir fiction
- atomic age
- New York
- reportage

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Mike Wilson

A fast trip through the American night

Mike Wilson’s literature is a fast trip through the American night, drawn in melancholy images of great beauty.

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Bruce Bégout

The limp, voluptuous decadence of the place

I’m not going to talk about my profession here.

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contemporary literature
avant-garde
obsession
urbanism
Venice
short stories

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Maël Renouard

On Memory Atrophy

How can we remember the way we used to remember? OPEN
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Stephen Barber

Twenty-four hours in state of unconsciousness

Now this spectral city will become the site for execrations and lamentations, now time itself will disintegrate and void itself… ABO

Diane Williams

How about some string?

I said “Would you like a rope? You know that haul you have is not secured properly.” ABO DE

Stephen Barber

J.G. Ballard’s self-declared ‘Immodest Proposal’ for a global war-alliance to exact the destruction of America demonstrates the provocatory zeal of his last fiction plans, as well as their enduring prescience. OPEN
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Books

Antonin Artaud, Stephen Barber (ed.): Radio Works: 1946–48

Donatien Mary, Ronan de Calan: The Ghost of Karl Marx

Antonin Artaud, Stephen Barber (ed.): Artaud the Mômo

Let’s find the stage of human affairs

Marion Muller-Colard, Clémence Pollet

Hannah Arendt's Little Theater

“A story worth telling is a story with spectators to judge it.”

While about to finish her last book, the philosopher Hannah Arendt is disturbed by her stubborn alter ego, 9-year-old Little Hannah. Reluctantly, the old woman lets herself drag out onto the streets of New York and into constant conversation by the inquisitive little girl. They enter a little theatre, and together they watch mankind, society, politics, power evolve – and they also experience the role of Evil (in the person of a wolf and of numerous wooden puppets) and its...

Evil
acting
ethics
thinking
young readers

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Zoran Terzić

Everything new is a pose in the alcoves of capital

In the post-avant-garde era we’re all either in the vanguard or asleep in the lap of capital. In this sense everybody is avant-garde—or nobody. OPEN
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“Poetry must be made by all. Not by one.”

Mário Gomes

“Nuestro Norte es el Sur” = “Our North is the South.” OPEN
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Jean-Luc Nancy

Ζένοι και Zah και Zuh

αποξενωμένοι αποκλίνοντες από ποιο αόρατο οικείο; OPEN
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The abandonment of the centrality of the subject

Donatien Grau

Philology keeps it possible to open a space for the minority. OPEN
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Rolf Bossart, Milo Rau

Humanity is a metahuman concept.

We are bodies. It makes no sense to debate this.

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art theory
realism
re-enactment
transhumanism
postmodernism
artistic practice

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Dietmar Dath

Do you want to believe in language?

The index calculates everything. Announcements of awards, mostly false, light up then die. His dopamine balance feeds the list. Limbic structures support it. Brain means house, should have windows.

Asleep, Patrick sees what he doesn’t believe while he’s awake.

The index calculates everything. Announcements of awards, mostly false, light up then die. His dopamine balance feeds the list. Limbic structures support it. Brain means house, should have windows. But they’re slow shutter pictures of the past.

Five minutes past four, Patrick is woken up by a noise. He’s lying in the small room. Renate is sleeping in the big one.

“Maybe I’ll get an idea during the night,” he had justified his move to the couch, “Then I’ll have to send it to them. We’re sending the thing off tomorrow.” He was afraid of saying what he knew about Kerstin in his sleep, while lying next to Renate. In the darkness he feels the room buzzing at him. His brain answers the hum, singing sugar and protein, talking perineural network that controls the form and function of the synapses which guide all...

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