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Kristof Magnusson: I was not.

I was not is a wonderful, slightly bizarre entertainment novel. Kristof Magnusson proves everyday sense of irritation and a fast-paced plot that as can be described not too complicated but not overly trivial. If I may say it straightforward: the story is fun.

The characters are fun: Jasper
Lüdemann an investment banker to the 30's, feeds on Snickers and coffee and is quite paranoid. Secretly, he sees himself as a rock star of the dealer room, a nice reference to the "Masters of the Universe" in Tom Wolfe's Bonfire of the Vanities .
Henry Lamarck is a world class writer, just 60 have become. The whole world is waiting for his new novel, but the do not exist. Instead, Henry disappears from his own birthday and was never seen again.
Meike Urbanski is his German translator who fled the Bio-philistinism in Hamburg Hills neighborhood in a shack in the countryside and there desperately waiting for Henry's manuscript.

The fate of the three adventurers woven Magnusson in Chicago, and the financial crisis provides the appropriate framework for action for the emotional confusion of the characters. The narrative perspective alternates between Jasper, Henry and Meike, short temporal transitions keep the drama in the tension. From the first page, I was in there in the plot - this is now not a given.

deserves a special mention of the wine cooler in the household of Meike's Hamburger Couple friends. Here, the classic organic market-hipster has been observed more than 30 precise.

undramatic conclusion: reads ratzefatze away, keeps well. Now.

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Alice Sebold: The Lovely Bones.

So, friends. Da isse again. The ax has in the past two months daft as read for you. No, that's not true: it has in the past two months as stupid read for themselves. But that does not matter, because she shares her strictly subjective knowledge with you anyway.

Fine, we get started. In my sky is not the last book I read recently, but by far the most striking. Man could say that it has put me across to this day as a capital Pups, forgiveness. Partly for this reason that I have read up to this moment not a single other review of the book - I had to digest it alone. And now is also good with the Kackmetaphern.

Susie Salmon is 14 years old when she is raped and murdered by a neighbor. And it is our narrator - an omniscient observer from a higher vantage point: their heaven. The term "heaven" can not be misunderstood. We're not talking about a place of eternal bliss and spherical pain. No. No angel is there to the trauma of his own death and leave-taking mercy of Susie's shoulders to take. She watches her family and friends from the diffuse nothing without action.

Despite this, and therefore is The Lovely Bones not depressing book. Alice Sebold manages to tell with great empathy and great eloquence the story of a family that breaks in the sorrow, without being ever evoke the feeling of hopelessness. We support Sebold's characters, living and dead, in their development and perhaps learn an important lesson of human existence: suffering is happening. Just like that. And we have no choice but to go on as.

Alice Sebold shows a very keen sense of balance. Ehrlich: misled the subject of death than any other large format to pathos. And precisely on this issue pardons to large-scale death pathos best. The more it moved me, almost taken as sincere, as painful as simply Alice Sebold brings the tragedy of their history to the point.

to take leave of people, things, ideas - is a central challenge of our earthly existence. The Lovely Bones was Axt'sche the universe is an important ingredient of understanding. I hope that this book is someone out there will donate as much comfort as I do.


called The Well: The Axe is back. Hopefully you're still there. (Don and Dr. Borstel: Thank you.)



PS As always, when a book became a movie, I will hang you on the trailer. Peter Jackson is responsible for this, 2009. I will not look at me the film, but that does nothing.