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Geobiological influences on the human body. The book presents the results of the authors fact-research of more than 3000 home- and workingplace-analizes. Deeper causations concerning insomnia and illness could be found by uncovering geophatic disruptions.

28 Porträts von Frauen, die in Dietmar Griesers Leben auf diese oder jene Weise eine Rolle gespielt haben.

They flock his book launch presentations. At his lectures they stand in line for getting dedications and personalized autographs. And when they have finished reading his latest book they write him letters. Yes, women love him – and he loves them in return. But who are those others, whom Dietmar Grieser renders homage to when he is to himself, aside from his professional life. In twenty-eight sometimes very personal portraits he makes them take curtain calls: women who in certain phases of his life have meant a lot to him, have left a very special impression on him, perhaps have shaped him, in any case women who have secured themselves a permanent place in Dietmar Grieser’s memory. Women, whom he met personally and who have accompanied him for some time on the paths that led him through life, find themselves next to others, whose fate has won him over. And yet others whose picture he “only” got to know in literature, in music, in pieces of the Fine Arts or on film screens. Dietmar Grieser, the literary investigator: the man who found the bestseller gene. News

Wie seinerzeit Marlen Haushofer verdient es Hannelore Valencak von einer neuen Generation gelesen zu werden.

Ursula has both feet firmly on the ground: She’s young, in love, just happily married and together with her husband Joachim she has just renovated a little house and is looking forward to the first vacation together. But when she wakes up the morning before their holiday Joachim has disappeared, she is no longer at her house, and there are frost patterns on her window which she finds quite unusual for it being in the middle of July: Mysteriously she finds herself thrown back into the past, into the apartment of her overbearing aunt Priska, the gray everyday life awaiting her at the office – a life that marriage had just released her from. In vain she tries to expedite the course of events and to reach her husband who does not know anything about her yet until she realizes that she has to go the same path as unchanged as possible. But will everything fit together in the end, so that the encounter that made her life take such a lucky turn will actually take place again? Or will what at first seemed like a mean set-back in reality turn out to be a second chance? Like Marlen Haushofer, Hannelore Valencak deserves to be read by a new Generation. “Summer Window” was first published in 1967 under the title “Zuflucht

Sammeln als Besessenheit: die berührende Geschichte eines „Messie“ im Widerstand gegen die Wegwerfgesellschaft.

Collecting as an obsession: the touching story of a junkaholic defying throwaway society. Alfred Irgang is a collector. However, he does not collect stamps or antiques, but simply anything that he comes across: old newspapers, false teeth that are as good as new, and other things that naïve members of the throwaway society surrender to the garbage collection. Accordingly, his apartment and various cellar compartments are remarkably filled to the brim, which in turn leads to considerable difficulties with the property managers, which, on the other hand, does not keep him from his hunt for treasures. Does not a lady’s corsage have as much of a story to tell as a Biedermeier davenport? At the regular’s table, where a group of scientists and art lovers meet, the collector likes to present his treasures but naturally meets little appreciation. When after an “occupational accident” he is confined to a hospital bed, the regulars see their chance to force their blessings on him …. It is with subtle irony that Evelyn Grill tells of a society that considers itself to be good, while the motto “to live and let live” is buried by the insatiable desire to usurp a maladjusted person.

Gedichte vom Aufbegehren der Dinge gegen die gewohnten Zusammenhänge.

Hellblauer Kleiderbügel, dein Elefantenherz schreit nach Beachtung. So lautet das Motto des neuen Lyrikbandes von Hans Eichhorn, in dem sich 50 Jahre Lebenserfahrung verdichten. Hans Eichhorn malt poetische Stillleben, in denen es unversehens laut wird, weil etwas sein Recht reklamiert, auf sein Dasein aufmerksam zu machen: ein Ding oder ein Mensch oder ein schlauer Spruch. Die Waschmaschine bricht rumpelnd in die Beschaulichkeit eines Winternachmittags, ein Möwenschrei fährt schneidend in die Ruhe des Sees, das Kind setzt dem sinnenden Kopf eine Spielzeugpistole an die Schläfe. Gewohnte Bilder zerspringen und arrangieren sich neu. Alltagsgegenstände verschaff en sich mit Nachdruck Gehör, fordern ihren Platz unter den nennenswerten Dingen. Der Dichter sieht zu, was der Zeitfl uss in seine Reuse spült, was der neue Wind vorbeibringt. Hier haben wir ein Lebensgefühl, etwas zwischen Staunen und Panik und nicht ganz Dazugehören, was ja ein Synonym für Dichter ist. Peter Hamm über Hans Eichhorn

1 individual and 2 names, 1 life and 2 stories, 1 mind and 2 ideologies: What does one adhere to in dealing with a person who has two different biographies?

Eisner is not who he pretends to be. As a high-ranking associate of the SS organisation "Ahnenerbe", his name is Josef Engler. In 1945 he creates a new identity for himself. As Josef Eisner, he commits himself to humanistic principles. He grows to be a renowned literary scholar who is eager to correct the murderous errors of his first life to the exclusion of his personal history. When Engler's cover is blown, his former assistant Roland Klement starts searching for answers. What does it mean to have to distrust? Where does it lead one who was taught to keep things at a certain distance, when his model and patron lets him down? What remains, when life stories cannot be combined anymore, when the assumptions one has got used to are not valid any longer, and when the flight to hasty judgements becomes as impossible as a clear bottom line? While being distant and, likewise, empathetic, in her astonishingly sovereign debut Gudrun Seidenauer manages to confront herself and her readership with a chapter in the past that has by no means been worked off yet.

Ein Afrika-Roman als Spiegelbild europäischer Geschichte

The Austro-Hungarian Empire on the eve of World War I: four white men set off for Uganda, each with a different purpose. Stackler, for instance, the physiologist, concerned with charting Africa by the body parts of its native inhabitants, is going in search of monstrosities. He finds one such in his bearer – two metres eight tall – whom he promptly names Kilimanjaro, and takes back to Vienna with him for research in racial studies. As with Stackler, the research interests of all the others soon evince private madness which shows no respect and is marked by racism, colonialist arrogance and the overweening superiority of civilised people. In this enterprising novel based on historical material, Max Blaeulich portrays a deeply decadent society which, through the perversion of its values, is itself responsible for the catastrophes which are to be its downfall. In his novel Blaeulich virtuously combines historical facts and literary invention. (Paul Jandl, Neue Zürcher Zeitung) A book that pares back our self-importance. Great reading it is in any case. (Anton Thuswaldner, Salzburger Nachrichten) Max Blaeulich is a secret institution in this country... (Raoul Schrott)

Long listed for the “Deutsche Buchpreis 2005”.

It was not love that drove the ambitious lawyer Alois Hofstätter into marriage with the actress Olga, the much older widow of a deceased client; it was her standing and her fortune, her mature erotic charisma and the not insignificant circumstance that she was expecting his child. Hofstätter's true and eternal love belongs to art, and his passion to gambling. His wife pays his debts, and the child has meanwhile grown into a youth, in whom the practising aesthete finds compensation for the unreasonable physical and intellectual demands of his fading wife. The structure of the illusory upper-middle-class world that satisfies the decadent vanity of both is brittle – in the field of tension between outward prestige and inward discontent. A bitter power struggle which ultimately leads to a catastrophe. With a ruthless eye for detail, Evelyn Grill draws a portrait of a callous but pitiable dandy for whom the aestheticising of everyday life replaces the education of the feelings. Grill sketches her characters in a few confident strokes, in a language devoid of flourishes or empty phrases. She avoids sentimentality and false pity. This is way the way stories can still be told, without the all too palatable flavouring of a moral message (Wendelin Schmidt-Dengler).

Ein Mann, ein Mädchen, ein gestohlenes Auto: die Geschichte einer abenteuerlichen Fahrt quer durch Italien. Nominiert für den DEUTSCHEN BUCHPREIS 2005

Josef Urban's one thought is to get away – so a car with the key left in the ignition offers the very chance. It is not his car, but this matters to him just as little as the fact that he has no driver's licence. He soon realises, however, that there is a girl asleep on the back seat. When she wakes up he tells her to get out, but she refuses. Maria, a schoolgirl, is the lover of the RI teacher to whom the car belongs. She is pregnant, and has little sympathy with the victim of the theft. She can understand Urban's escape attempt, however. The border is closer that they realise, and they suddenly find themselves in Italy. Josef is enjoying the trip and the company; but he cannot avoid feeling responsible for the girl – a thankless role, especially as it is hardly consistent with his love for the absurd. Nominated for the German Book Prize 2005 (Longlist)

Barbara Frischmuth's stirring début: the narrow world of a Catholic boarding school, the pupils and their aspirations, the teachers and their rules – the expression of a strict upbringing designed to restrict freedom of feeling, thought and action. The dorm is the place where we spend the night. Out of the profusion of sayings, maxims and clichés, the true voice of the girls – no less skilfully inserted – occasionally breaks through. Barbara Frischmuth assumes the role of spokeswoman for a collective body, without identifying herself with it. The irony is unmistakable. Paul Kruntorad, Nürnberger Nachrichten