Ju Honisch

Dystopian literature seems to be booming. It has become easy to imagine a future in which the human world comes to a bitter end. We are so close to this outcome that our present can already sense this future. It whispers in the wind. It poisons the mind. Of course, I also have ideas for dystopias. Three short stories, which…

Not everyone may know this, but I wrote my first four books (Das Obsidianherz, Salzträume, Jenseits des Karussells und Schwingen aus Stein) in English and then translated them into German. Of course, I would have liked them to appear in English, but the way things went is trite and frustrating. The first time I tried to tackle the English-speaking market…

Today, on my way to work, I drove right into a beautiful sunrise. Blood red sky and bright pink clouds from the heating plant chimney. I would have liked to take a picture. But of course: on other days I’m stuck at every traffic light and could just pull up my mobile phone. Today however: excellently phased traffic lgihts and…

Mrs. Melchior: You want to follow a star? A star? Shouldn’t stars be faster than you – on foot? Mr. Melchior: We have camels. Mrs. Melchior: Oh, and they are faster than stars? Hardly. Mr Melchior: This goes beyond your understanding, woman! Mrs. Melchior: Whenever you can’t think of a reasonable answer, this suddenly goes beyond my understanding. Beyond my…

“What does Christmas mean?” asked Sven. “Father Christmas is coming” said the father without looking up from his cell phone. “No, Christ is born as a child,” Grandma said. “And which one of them is right, now?” asked Sven. “Then who is Santa?” Marie-Louise asked. She was only a little older than Sven but invariably thought she had to present…

I should be ashamed of myself. You had to go far too long without a blog of mine. I tended to be much more diligent there. But I seem to  notice that the days are getting shorter. They used to be 24 hours long, but nowadays they seem to have gone down to some 17 hours per day. I’m lagging…