Jörg Fauser’s autobiographical masterpiece now in a new edition.
»That summer, drugs were cheaper than books, unless you wrote them yourself.«
Harry Gelb’s raw materials are opium on an Istanbul rooftop and LSD in a Berlin commune, heroin in a Göttingen garret and countless beers in the pubs of Frankfurt. Above all, however, his raw material is writing itself.
Fast-paced, brutally honest and funny, Fauser’s alter ego tells us of a dangerous and endangered youth and a man who never forgets – either as a night watchman or as an airport worker – what he wants to be: a writer.
With a foreword by Michael Köhlmeier, and an afterword by Matthias Penzel.