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Alois Brandstetter

Alois Brandstetter

born in 1939 in Pichl, lives and works as a freelance writer in Klagenfurt. Numerous awards; f.e. the “Wilhelm-Raabe-Prize” 1984, the “Heinrich-Gleißner-Prize” 1994, the “Adalbert-Stifter-Prize” and the “Cultural Prize of Upper Austria” 2005.

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Alois Brandstetter - Lebensreise

In seiner „Lebensreise“ erzählt Alois Brandstetter von seinem Werdegang als 7. Kind eines Müllers und Bauern, das seinen Weg in Wissenschaft und Literatur fand. Doch tritt er diese „Wallfahrt“ in die Vergangenheit mit einem Augenzwinkern an: Szenen und Bilder aus seiner Kindheit und Jugend in der oberösterreichischen Provinz wechseln mit humoristischen Betrachtungen des modernen Lebens und Eindrücken oder Begegnungen des begeisterten Lesers Alois Brandstetter. Eine Reise auf den Spuren seines Namenspatrons, des Heiligen Aloysius, gibt den Rahmen für diese sehr persönlichen, lebendig erzählten Erinnerungen.

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Alois Brandstetter - Signs of Life

From Austrian writer Adalbert Stifter to Rawlplugs, from Sebastian Brant’s “Ship of Fools” to the alarm system that his wife would like for Christmas, from holy relics to unholy bigots: Alois Brandstetter addresses the minutiae of everyday existence and the big questions of life with equal measures of inquisitiveness, insight and irony. Encounters with curious contemporaries and contemporary concepts give rise to reflections that are full of knowledge and worldly wisdom. The “certification of existence” which Brandstetter has to provide to the German Pension Department every year inspires him to deliver one of the most assertive and meaningful “signs of life” in this wonderfully enjoyable book.

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Alois Brandstetter - At the postman's expense

An anonymous narrator makes a complaint to the postmaster of a small Bavarian country post office about the weaknesses of the postmen: one is an alcoholic, the second a womaniser, the third has succumbed to a cultural vice. Of course, the com-plainant’s discontent also applies to the butcher, the vet, the teachers and others – in short: to the inadequacy of the world. The writer, a local resident, keeps complaining about the postal delivery. It is unreliable, he says; the postal delivery is the most unreliable thing. If that’s the way it is, says Blumauer, if that local resident is complaining about the postal delivery, then the following will happen: I shall complain about my moped.