Sunday, January 24, 2010

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Saturday, January 2, 2010

Mysore Malige Film I Want

Christine Teichmann: predators


book launch

Teresa's life is frozen in the moment when her father 40 years ago in the predator cage in the ring in a tragic accident with a tiger is killed. Since then, there is a standstill, local as well as emotional. In addition to Alzheimer's disease her mother, the former trapeze artist Gertraud, and forces them to confront their troubled past. And Jirí, bohemians, Czech, animal trainers, fatherly friend, companion of Teresa's parents in the circus life occurs unexpectedly after years of absence in appearance. He looks at her for himself and his pregnant tigress Sheba shelter and protection from the authorities.
make this some big questions: What happened then in the predator cage really? What impact have the trauma of the Sudeten German mother who has lost during the relocation from the former Czechoslovakia, her family, to her severe disease and indirectly to Teresa? And why do they feel uneasy and guilty?
describes with disarming frankness Christine Teichmann the short period of life in his mid forties Teresa. It sets the hopeless overload, which can offer a life, a degree of humanity wise and courageous, metaphorical (buffoon) joke contrary, make the predators to a moving and comforting, yet wonderfully light reading. The novel deals with big issues such as guilt and familial obligation in the light-footed, almost comedic background of involvement differ by Jiri Tiger. The reader gains a fascinating insight into the world of the circus, but also into that of Alzheimer's disease and its consequences for patients and relatives.

The Author: Christine
Teichmann, born 1964 in Vienna, lives and works since 1998 in Graz. Numerous publications in literary magazines and anthologies, 2008 guest author at the Prague Book Fair, "Minna Kautsky Prize for Literature."

Bibliographic Data:
Teichmann, Christine predators. Vienna: 1 Ed Braumüller Literature Publishing, 2009. -978-3-99200-002-9. 19,90 € [D]

Links:
Braumüller Literaturverlag
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New Year's greetings from Bahia

In these days I reached my mail Xara (namesake) and pub landlord in Bahia. How the somewhat humorous undertone can see the following essays, writing in my friend Reinhard was born in Austria, but has lived for decades in Brazil (Bahia) and operates a restaurant with Austria-Hungarian cuisine. But now his essay.

Brazilian thoughts on German literature

writing is the only sport without a coach, without a master and apprentice.
literature workshops are as miserable long chess games that end in a draw.

Suddenly you stumble over texts that appeal to you, you will get closer to the author and you realize, suddenly, has to say to you not only do nothing He wants to also not mutually exclusive.
There should be exceptions. Somewhere at the end of a rainbow, and shortly after the middle of a summer day.
So it was with me also. Older writers, who already know the taste of success, are the best source. Lessons to steal the very best! Authors often go with their hard-won knowledge to not just care. Even if you one or the other for a potential rival and opponent tank. Most writers are God resist thanks vain as peacocks, a rare praise. In addition, there are enough book presentations with author readings, which are provided at the end of questions, and curious newcomers practice safely.

writing is a sport like any other. One is an exercise in poetry, writing short poems are reminiscent of the 100-meter sprint, the other ballads written, painfully like a marathon. Prose writers more and more same hammer throwers and weightlifters. Rinds of books with 1000 pages are records, which must be broken. Short stories are in turn similar to judo fights. From time to manage a one Ippon, but unfortunately rare.

Publishers are like club chairwoman and club chairmen with sad eyes. Avoid them!
Almost all of literature have as much idea how the video game Kiker Stangl from a yoke around the penalty area in good weather on a dusty slag place.
not dazzle you, if you publishing inside hold for a bungler, even though they have read a line from you. Your brain is constantly engaged with the question "what to do with the unsold volume", that their basement is submerged.
Year in, year out is not the quality of the texts which determines whether the work of a writer, a published author. Often it is sufficient that the poet looks smart and, above all young, the author writes in middle age and speaks like a companion for sailors, although many freighters riding at anchor.
Then he gets to be dispensable and totally unnecessary even book a stiff cover, and a little old lady the Nobel Prize. Once

one is able to turn on the computer, find the right letters on the keyboard, ready to go, yes.
The content of the works that I flooded the shafts in recent decades across the Atlantic, I want to say anything this time. Rather
about comments by literary critics, whose opinion coincides with my only rarely. No one writes more like
Erich Kaestner, for example, or how Rosegger. Continue ANACHRON Nazi agitators are on the road ... Yes, yes ... "What do people do evil that lives after them, good texts are often buried with them."
a socially critical with his lyrics was up to, and sheds light on the Alpine environment cemetery to the "penny-pinching mentality" the critics immediately to the executioner. Besides semi-funny entertainment literature seem to be allowed only texts that speak of the Nazi and war time, with or without concentration-nagging.
Writes a heart and soul, she was booed standing foot, as if she had just slammed home a penalty high over the crossbar.
I write you with blood and, above all in Portuguese, even when those pickigwarmen life drops from other vessels ... which are also round and sometimes red and occasionally throb .. although not as often as before. Finally, it is the only sport that allows my excess weight, the lifting of beer - and wine glasses.

Happy New Year and nothing for offense!

Salvador, 31 December 2009

Reinhard Lackinger