We're Flying
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(Sprache: Englisch)
Following the publication of the widely acclaimed novel Seven Years comes a trove of stories from the Swiss master Peter Stamm. They all possess the traits that have built Stamm¿s reputation: the directness of the prose, the deceptive surface simplicity of...
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Following the publication of the widely acclaimed novel Seven Years comes a trove of stories from the Swiss master Peter Stamm. They all possess the traits that have built Stamm¿s reputation: the directness of the prose, the deceptive surface simplicity of the narratives, and deep psychological insight into the existential dilemmas of contemporary life. Stamm does not waste a word, nor does he spare the reader¿s feelings. These stories are a superb introduction to his work and a gift for all those who have come to regard his fiction as a precise rendering of the contemporary human psyche.
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Following the publication of the widely acclaimed novel Seven Years comes a trove of stories from the Swiss master Peter Stamm. They all possess the traits that have built Stamm s reputation: the directness of the prose, the deceptive surface simplicity of the narratives, and deep psychological insight into the existential dilemmas of contemporary life. Stamm does not waste a word, nor does he spare the reader s feelings. These stories are a superb introduction to his work and a gift for all those who have come to regard his fiction as a precise rendering of the contemporary human psyche.
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I've never met Mrs. De Groot, I only know her name from the doorbell. Even so, I have a feeling I know her better than anyone else in the world. I've heard her radio and her vacuum and the dinnerware, so loud it's as though someone were washing up in my kitchen. I've heard her get up at night and shuffle around, heard her run a bath, flush the toilet, open a window. Sometimes water dripped onto my balcony when she watered her flowers, but when I leaned out and looked up, I couldn't see anyone there. I don't think she's ever left her apartment. I liked the sounds. They gave me the sense of living with a sort of ghost, a benign presence watching over me. Then, a couple of weeks ago, everything went quiet. I heard nothing since. And now the creaking again.My first thought was: it's a break-in. While I'm undressing and going to the bathroom, I wonder whether I should call the police or the super. I'm in my nightgown when I decide to go up there myself. I'm surprisingly fearless. ButI ve never met Mrs. De Groot, I only know her name from the doorbell. Even so, I have a feeling I know her better than anyone else in the world. I ve heard her radio and her vacuum and the dinnerware, so loud it s as though someone were washing up in my kitchen. I ve heard her get up at night and shuffle around, heard her run a bath, flush the toilet, open a window. Sometimes water dripped onto my balcony when she watered her flowers, but when I leaned out and looked up, I couldn t see anyone there. I don t think she s ever left her apartment. I liked the sounds. They gave me the sense of living with a sort of ghost, a benign presence watching over me. Then, a couple of weeks ago, everything went quiet. I heard nothing since. And now the creaking again.
My first thought was: it s a break-in. While I m undressing and going to the bathroom, I wonder whether I should call the police or the super. I m in my nightgown when I decide to go up there myself. I m surprisingly fearless. But then I
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m not really afraid of anything ever. You ve got to learn that, as a single woman. I pull on my robe and slip into some shoes. It s eleven o clock.
I have to ring twice, and then I can see the light come on through the peephole, and a young man, much younger than me, opens the door and says in a very friendly voice: Good evening. I m thinking it was a mistake to go upstairs, and why do I always have to get involved in other people s affairs, instead of looking after my own. But then you keep reading about people dying, and their bodies left to rot in their apartments for weeks without anyone noticing. The boy is wearing black jeans and a black T-shirt, with Iron Maiden on it, which I think is the name of a rock band. He isn t wearing any shoes, and his socks are holey.
I have to ring twice, and then I can see the light come on through the peephole, and a young man, much younger than me, opens the door and says in a very friendly voice: Good evening. I m thinking it was a mistake to go upstairs, and why do I always have to get involved in other people s affairs, instead of looking after my own. But then you keep reading about people dying, and their bodies left to rot in their apartments for weeks without anyone noticing. The boy is wearing black jeans and a black T-shirt, with Iron Maiden on it, which I think is the name of a rock band. He isn t wearing any shoes, and his socks are holey.
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Bibliographische Angaben
- Autor: Peter Stamm
- 2012, 384 Seiten, Maße: 14,1 x 21,4 cm, Kartoniert (TB), Englisch
- Übersetzung: Hofmann, Michael
- Übersetzer: Michael Hofmann
- Verlag: Other Press
- ISBN-10: 159051324X
- ISBN-13: 9781590513248
- Erscheinungsdatum: 14.08.2012
Sprache:
Englisch
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