I am often asked when at last came a second volume of stories on the market, at least since the publication of my first short story collection ' The last run and other disasters' for seven years have passed, as the audience wait for more. Usually I do not always then, what I should answer, especially since the reader never make one easily. They always expect original responses that are tailored to them as a person of special interest. Worse than these perennial questions for a second volume these requests for verification of their own fanciful interpretations that readers send me, along with frequent falls below personal distances than might have been kept with them pigs.
Once I got such a lovingly crafted interpretation on the sociological basis of my story 'The home', in which a man who wants to get his wife on a warm day a watermelon, in the encounter with a Polish passers-by and a colored sailors a personal predicament unit, second to none. After having the man of me after all, highly polite anschrieb with 'Dear Ernesto Honka', told that story as much sense contained as the song 'Highway to Hell', according to the guitarist A. Young, namely, absolutely no, just wrote this back: 'I'm disappointed. " That's exactly makes life difficult, the readership, you can not make her right. If you play them actually in content dialectical quality, they are more numerous in their demands, they are told they would have written that stuff just to get to the artists' health insurance, which is simply cheaper, they hate hurl a sincerely and with all sorts of insults to themselves.
I actually write anything, because I think that the reality at hand has the better stories, particularly in Bavaria. The daily police report is not to provide written by fictional adaptations of nature. So I had a story from the ruler collector milieu almost completely in the head. In this it was quickly told a murder, the reason the arguments to a single ruler with advertising a carpentry were, in which, however, had a phone number digits. If you had this number would be called one landed in the place of the carpentry in the local Vietnamese food stall. By this yardstick, it was because of the error, only 25 pieces - worldwide, almost the Blue Mauritius customs sticks. These descriptions of the environment there would be more of a classic collector. We have all heard these apartments - Full inch sticks, ('decide you have to you, the folding rules or I') empty beer bottles and dirty clothes, the woman is long gone and all the money is spent for these senseless measuring tools - and the poor neurotic guys. In any case, kills the one the others because he wants to have the Blue Mauritius. That comes out naturally, and the prosecution is 'murder out of greed', it is also a shyster lawyers, who wants to cut the accused because he doubts that the request could be considered to hold a ruler as greed to the Criminal Code.
In short, the offender is sentenced to death because the story takes place in a country where there is still the death penalty There. While the offender will then be placed on a cart to the scaffold, there was simultaneously a description on how clearing out company the apartment of the victim emptied swept clean and all the folding rules throws carelessly into a garbage container and then ignites, because no one wanted to have trash and all potential heirs had already distanced himself anyway in time. Very tragic and ironic the whole, I think. I wanted to write such a screenplay for a film that would in the final scene then the blue Mauritius situated in the fire of the container as once this stupid slide with Orson Welles - very dramatic, but meaningless. Secretly, I had so hoped to film, for ever someone wanted to secure the film rights to the title story of the above band. The resulting film, he wanted to show the Oberhausen Short Film Festival. It was anything but. I only heard the man would prefer instead made a movie about a firefighter in Wuppertal, but I have never seen.
That would be nothing in comparison with reality, specifically the so-called 'murder Services' in the Upper Palatinate, which introduces those interested in the harsh cold bandages around the patient. There, an undertaker who sold their own companies to a colleague, for € 73 000, as far as I remember. Well paid, the buyer, the later evil crow bar, and persuaded the seller, the later victims of it, but to lend him the money for a few days, he would return as well as a further € 500,000. That the seller would be a good idea seems so absolutely believable.
surprisingly remained the repayment of the 73 000, as is the bonus of 500,000. "Pas de problem," said the liar to the fool, 'only a few days, and there are even 100 million U.S. dollars and a Mercedes S-class'. 'Just be patient, "it said. The seller, who was not a bona fide idiot, turned to a lawyer and told him that if he does not in touch with him every week, something not quite agree, for it would indeed by 100 million, and the lawyer may call the police ... or something. So exactly I know not, in any case, the lawyer eventually called the police, whether due to lack of calls, or because his client had not paid the bill, I do not know.
What had happened? Now, the loser, who was unaware of his property one hundred percent hooked, continue to what would happen with their money. He was told he should come this evening in the Services booth, where he would be released. Once there you had him to come along in a dark side room, for such a sum of money was now time not on the coffee table, which sounded quite plausible, as seems. According to allegations based on circumstantial evidence was waiting there but not the wealth, but a third undertaker with a timber, which drew out the first twelve of the Services. Who was forcibly divorced from the life allegedly immediately sent under a false identity of cremation and his ashes dumped into a river, the satisfaction of the court.
This was based but only on the confession of the timber and undertaker, the other, the 100 million man claimed, stiff and firm, the alleged victim was the proceeds dived into the United States and for tax reasons and would have given him a postcard written. This line of argument, the Court followed well-rail not. Who knows what happened really, but one would have written something for a writer of a sequence Derrick or so, have all said that stupid is not human, and Derrick is also becoming better understood. So I write no more!
Sometimes we also write one or another homage, but this is sometimes resented. Scheduled time was to write the story of a man who had the idea to the chairman of a dog breed associations will be one part for the purpose of self-realization, on the other hand, his reputation in the business world and brush up 'Connections' to make. This failed but then fell to his nonexistent talent, financial and privately under pressure and had to hold a second job as a 'simpleton' on children's birthday parties. Its been a traditional lack of success in this genre, let his self-esteem go down in the basement, the story would be allowed to end speculation open as it should be.
have As the readership but complains that can think. What except for an outrage, so striking herumzuplagiieren, Woody Allen, if one can not think that one should not hesitate to put anything down on paper what you would have replied there? Of course, 'Broadway Danny Rose' a big influence in my work, and what do you call plagiarism is, for me a alleneske (as in 'Kafkaesque' if you can write that) respect.
When the audience knows everything, what everything in the world should go there in danger, and publish works?
