Katy Derbyshire

My German Book of the Year 2024

A very beautiful and very thick book, Clemens Meyer's novel Die Projektoren
Die Projektoren

There was one novel that grabbed me so hard this year, it put all other books in the shade for months. You must know that phenomenon: a book so delicious, everything that comes after it tastes bland.

Enough metaphors. It was Clemens Meyer’s Die Projektoren.

As you may know, I’ve translated most of the author’s previous books. He and I were reading together in Ireland in the spring, and I got a peek at the manuscript on the Cork-to-Dublin train. It’s an unnerving feeling, reading a manuscript right opposite its writer. But I could tell the novel would be enormous, impressive, ambitious – and a little bit crazy. It also turned out to be 1057 pages long, once they typeset it.

A sweeping exploration of masculinity, movies and war, it is set in Leipzig, Hungarian-occupied Novi Sad, Tito-era Yugoslavia, post-communist Croatia and Serbia, and the Kurdish regions, spanning from 1942 to the mid-2010s. Meyer weaves a complex web of characters, times and places, strangely centred around the German pulp novelist Karl May – though he never makes a personal appearance. The book combines tragedy and absurd comedy while warning us of the rise of neo-fascists across Europe. I took a week off from translating to read the whole thing back home, where I found myself laughing a lot, and crying at several points – without ever feeling manipulated.

There are plenty of did-you-know moments. Did you know that the definitive Tarzan actor Johnny Weissmuller was born in Romania? Did you know that both West and East Germany filmed Westerns in Yugoslavia? Did you know that the occupying Hungarian forces massacred three to four thousand people in and around Novi Sad in January 1942? Or that the American Indian Movement (AIM) occupied Wounded Knee for 71 days in 1973?

Meyer creates meaty characters and builds his chapters around them, each in a different style. The projectionists of the title are a shadowy group of psychiatrists, some of them Nazis, who cut across time and place. There’s a romantic hero, a Croatian nicknamed the Cowboy who works on films in the Yugoslavian mountains and goes unexpected places. Marshall Tito and the actors Lex Barker, Pierre Brice and Mavid Popović do all sorts of things they probably didn’t do in real life – while one or two fictional characters from Karl May novels lead independent lives, believing themselves to be real.

Meyer is insistent the book is not historical fiction, and I think this organized chaos is part of that – plus the fact that he extends the action almost up to the present. He’s doing so much more than constructing a palatable story around historical facts. Actually, at times the story is far from palatable, such as when he writes about atrocities, war or neo-Nazis. Yet it is also a celebration of the life-saving power of cinema – quite literally, in one case. A plot does exist but it’s meandering and hinted at rather than driving the novel. I’m not sure I will ever understand it fully, or whether anyone is supposed to.

You’ll be pleased to hear I get to spend all of 2025 translating the book, for English publication by Fitzcarraldo Editions. If you can’t wait that long, there’s a lengthy recording of me reading part of the Novi Sad chapter for the Catch of the Day podcast. I genuinely believe this is a ground-breaking book, pushing the envelope of what writing can achieve.

German Book Prize 2024: the Longlist

In the running… Clemens Meyer’s big fat novel Die Projektoren

What treasures lie in wait among the nominations for Germany’s biggest literary award?

A writer friend and I have an annual tradition, usually performed lying on towels at our local lido. On the morning of the announcement, we pick over the longlist for the German Book Prize and choose our favourite nominations, and also draw up a secret list of what we think the judges might put on the shortlist. This summer it’s been too hot to hang out outdoors during the daytime (and my pal was on holiday for the longlist announcement) so we postponed to a Sunday night on my balcony. Armed with the booklet of extracts and fuelled by a small amount of prosecco that happened to be in the fridge, we worked our way through the twenty listed titles.

Our unfiltered opinions aren’t always fit to print, but here comes a potted polite version, followed by my personal top six.

The longlist:

Nora Bossong: Reichskanzlerplatz
I’m not generally a fan of historical fiction, although Bossong tends to do it better than most. Still, this novel about Magda Goebbels’ lover before, during and after the Nazis doesn’t tickle my fancy.

Zora del Buono: Seinetwegen
I’m biased because I know the writer from a non-literary context, but this autofictional exploration about the man who killed del Buono’s father in a car accident is so intriguing, I went out and bought it for money.

Franz Friedrich: Die Passagierin
This is the first of a couple of novels on the list that apparently feature time travel, which can only shake things up a little, right? The extract is delightfully weird, setting up an unusual imaginary community.

Martina Hefter: Hey guten Morgen, wie geht es dir?
Neither of us much liked the sound of this book about Juno and Jupiter and modern-day dating scammers, but actually the extract was playful and fun.

Timon Karl Kaleyta: Heilung
Another one that didn’t grab us, especially since last year’s prize already went to a novel about rich kids’ problems. May or may not be The Magic Mountain for today, but who’s to say that’s a good thing?

Maren Kames: Hasenprosa
Fun at last! Maren Kames performs twists and turns with language and both the blurb and the extract perked us both right up. Not sure what it’s about other than family, but I’ll find out when I read it, which will be soon.

Michael Köhlmeier: Das Philosophenschiff
More historical fiction, this time about an intellectual family put on a ship into exile by the Bolshevists, only to be joined by Lenin himself. The style seems rather formal and the subject… see above.

Daniela Krien: Mein drittes Leben
Krien is very successful commercially with her novels about women from East Germany, and good for her (and indeed for her English translator Jamie Bulloch, for Quercus). The extract shows off her writing skills but we’d still prefer it if the big prize went to a novel that would benefit more from the attention.

André Kubiczek: Nostalgia
I’ve read this novel and it’s great: very personal, very sad, very well written, very illuminating – an unusual perspective on the GDR from the son of a German father and a Laotian mother.

Ulla Lenze: Das Wohlbefinden
This one ticks two negative boxes: hospital setting and historical fiction. And yet! Lenze does seem to be doing something slightly different, bringing together three women: a working-class medium, a writer and a modern-day great-granddaughter. The extract is certainly a great read.

Clemens Meyer: Die Projektoren
It’s a little unfair because this novel (which I have read and which I’ll be spending 2025 translating for Fitzcarraldo) is utterly strange, massively ambitious and mind-blowingly good. With a little bit of time travel, sort of. It’s like pitting ducklings against eagles. Doesn’t mean it’ll win, though, other than in our hearts and minds.

Max Oravin: Toni & Toni
A debut novel by a poet, this one – about a hetero couple going through problems – excited me with its adventurously rhythmic language and smatterings of Japanese, but put my friend off.

Ronya Othmann: Vierundsiebzig
We were unsure whether this book can be strictly called a novel, seeing as it’s a personal reckoning with the 2014 Yezidi genocide. Perhaps its essayistic style is its strength – it’s certainly a daunting prospect on an important topic.

Mithu Sanyal: Antichristie
She’s done it again! Following Identitti, Sanyal brings a bizarre sense of humour to today’s debates, this time tackling the London-based birth of Hindu nationalism in another tale of time travel. I’m reading it right now, and it’s ace.

Stefanie Sargnagel: Iowa
Nice to see Austria’s top young literary provocateuse on the longlist, but we asked ourselves again whether a probably non-fictional book – about a writer’s trip to Iowa – really qualifies for an award for novels.

Dana von Suffrin: Nochmal von vorne
German readers do love a contemporary German-Jewish family story set between Munich and Tel Aviv. The extract feels a little muddy to me, however; I’m unsure where it’s going and wasn’t drawn in enough to find out.

Markus Thielemann: Von Norden rollt ein Donner
Absolutely beautiful writing in the extract, and the idea of this contemporary novel about a young shepherd and rabid nationalists really piqued our interest. Political fiction cutting through to the heart of the matter.

Ruth-Maria Thomas: Die schönste Version
Another debut, this time about a young woman’s desires, background and broken relationship, set in present-day East Germany. I like that the book made the list and the way it addresses social class, but the prose doesn’t excite me.

Doris Wirth: Findet mich
One of only two books published by indies on the longlist (the other being Toni & Toni), and another debut. It’s about a man breaking out of a Swiss family and it seems to be full of accepting and understanding, written with love in a calm tone.

Iris Wolff: Lichtungen
A booksellers’ favourite with rights already sold to the UK (Moth Books), this is the story of a childhood friendship in Communist Romania that endures to the present day. Again, we’re glad writers like Wolff are so successful with readers already, but would welcome the attention for books yet to find such a broad audience.

Not the actual German Book Prize

My personal shortlist (you can probably guess my personal winner):

Zora del Buono with Seinetwegen

Maren Kames with Hasenprosa

André Kubiczek with Nostalgia

Clemens Meyer with Die Projektoren

Mithu Sanyal with Antichristie

Markus Thielemann with Von Norden rollt ein Donner

The real shortlist is announced on 17 September.

Saša Stanisić: Möchte die Witwe angesprochen werden, platziert sie auf dem Grab die Gießkanne mit dem Ausguss nach vorne

The book, long title and all

Short stories are such a big part of my life right now. I’m just finishing my translation of Judith Hermann’s We’d Have Told Each Other Everything – which isn’t actually a short story collection. What it is, I find hard to categorise, but it is a very beautiful and fascinating book about life and writing and it does draw on a lot of short stories. I was lucky enough to receive a small grant from the German Translation Fund, and that has enabled me to take time for close readings of lots of short stories in English. Some are referred to in the book, like the sublime work of Carson McCullers and John Burnside, and some I chose because I thought they might be helpful or because I had them already: Claire Keegan, Maggie Armstrong, Jan Carson. I’ve also been reading the late Margot Bettauer Dembo’s inspiring translations of Judith Hermann’s previous stories.

Starting in 1998 with what became Summerhouse, Later, her collections became bestsellers. I might compare the Judith Hermann phenomenon in Germany (at that time) to Sally Rooney among English-speaking readers: you just had to read her, and if you didn’t you were taking a deliberate stand – and missing out on something exquisite. (Did I, at the time? No, I was too busy having fun and then having a baby, and my German wasn’t yet good enough to appreciate her writing.) Other than Hermann, though, German short-story writers tend not to make the Spiegel Bestseller list.

Until now, that is, with Saša Stanisić following up on his German Book Prize-winning novel Where You Come From (as translated with astounding aplomb by Damion Searles) with a sort of short story collection that isn’t. The long title translates as When the Widow Wants Someone to Talk to Her, She Puts the Watering Can on the Grave with the Spout Facing Forward and the book is selling like ice cream on a holiday island.

Watering cans locked to a frame in a Berlin cemetery
Watering cans locked to a frame in a Berlin cemetery

If you know Stanisić’s work, you’ll know not to expect your classic narrative arc from exposition to resolution – that’s not what he’s interested in. His stories are a long way from the ones I’ve been reading, in other words, but I don’t want to knock either kind.

To me, his appeal lies in his joy in playfulness, from language to structure to the form of his books as a whole and even his approach to the laws of physics. I’d almost call these stories experimental, if that didn’t make them sound dry and unreadable. Because they are delightfully readable, introducing us to all sorts of characters who seem to leap off the page. Many of them get up to slightly strange antics like taking a bath while time stands still, or cheating at games against a small child, or feigning a holiday on the island of Helgoland but finding they committed a heinous crime there despite the lie, or indeed making contact to fellow mourners through the language of watering cans. They’re generally a little hapless, but all the more likeable for it. In short, they are funny.

Although a couple of the stories fit into that mild-mannered category of funny where readers identify with mundane irks in their lives, like the situation comedy of what to put in which recycling bin (I skipped one of these), the others combine an absurd sense of humour with a measure of melancholy. The holiday is feigned, we learn in a later piece, for economic and teenage coolness reasons. Stanisić’s sympathies lie squarely with society’s outsiders: a cleaner, a working-class widow in a gentrified neighbourhood, young single men with not much to do on their small-town Saturdays. Perhaps the occasional first-person narrator is the writer himself; he and his young friends in the opening story are certainly familiar from Where You Come From. And because he wishes his characters well – and because he’s the kind of writer he is – he finds a wonderful and mainly happy solution for them all at the end of the book.

What makes me mainly happy is that the book is doing so well. The last time I tried to read a German bestseller I got bored and angry about 50 pages in, and regretted having made the writer even richer. This time, I was delighted not only for myself, but also for all the other readers who’ll be discovering the joy to be had from unconventional storytelling. Oh, and the language! It’s so rich, the voices are so different – that sparse rhythm of teen-speak or an elderly woman’s interior pep talks, or playful cliché-riding in the Helgoland story. You could buy it and see, and make a daring writer richer.

August is Women in Translation Month

Summer’s the perfect time to focus on women’s writing in translation, with #WiTMonth running all August on social media – and hopefully on your bookshelves.

The campaign’s been running for ten years now and we’ve seen a massive increase in women-authored books published in translation since Meytal Radzinski got the ball rolling in 2014. Back then, only 26% of published fiction translations into English were written by women. Through steady campaigning and appeals to editors and publishers, that shocking imbalance has been largely eradicated – last year’s stats show 47% of translated fiction was originated by women. 

As you might have noticed, V&Q Books prides itself on publishing a whole lot of women writers. Three of our authors are men, with the other nine playing the woman card. For August, we’re offering 20% off all our women in translation, for readers in the UK and Ireland.

Just order via our website and enter the code WiT24 at the checkout.

Enjoy!

A Utopian Future of Translation Publishing in Germany

Utopia, Ambrosii Holbenii imago ligno incisa, 1518

In Germany (and the Netherlands, and a number of other countries) the young generation has been raised on a media diet incredibly rich in English-language content. Talk to anyone from about 30 and under, and you’ll probably find they speak extremely good English. It’s amazing! They’re great! They’re on TikTok and all those platforms, and they’re reading in English. Hooray! Good for them. According to the article I linked above, it’s partly because the books they want to read aren’t available in translation, partly because they want “undiluted” originals – and I’d add it’s partly because they want to be part of a global conversation.

Obviously, there are drawbacks to this for German-language publishers whose cash cows were previously Big American Novels, and especially for literary translators from English to German. But how about we look at this development as an opportunity to change the landscape of translation publishing in Germany (etc.)? In 2022, a whopping 60% of translations published in Germany were out of English. That’s followed by 12% from Japanese, 10% from French, then Italian, Spanish, Dutch, Scandinavian languages, Russian, Korean down to Polish at 0.5%, with “other languages” making up about 5% altogether.

Börsenverein language stats

Map that against the statistics of languages spoken in households in Germany. About a quarter of the population has what German statisticians refer to as a history of migration. Probably because that goes back a couple of generations, most of those 83 million people speak only German at home. Then there’s a small proportion (7%) of households who only speak one language in private. We’re looking at Turkish (14%), Russian (12%), Arabic (10%), Polish (7%), English (6% including me, these days) and Romanian (5%). But about 16% of those households communicate in German and at least one other language. That’s lived multilingualism, baby!

OK, I’ll stop with the percentages now, not least because I’m never sure if I can do statistics. Even so, there’s clearly a massive discrepancy between the translations you can buy here and the languages people speak in the country. And that’s an untapped resource if ever I saw one. Heritage languages! Kids who grow up surrounded by Kurdish or Vietnamese but mostly speak German in their daily lives (or maybe English…). These individuals have the exact combination of language skills I think works best for literary translation: really good passive skills in one language, including emotional understanding of the weight of different words and cultural understanding of songs and food and rituals and so on – and often even better active skills in another. The whole existence of heritage languages blows the unhelpful notion of only translating into a “mother tongue” out of the water.

In my utopian future, German publishers will turn increasingly to this group of multilinguals to source translations from languages other than English. Sure, they’ll still pay massive advances to British and Irish and US writers to translate their books into German, but not so many. As literary translators become more visible – names on covers, public appearances, awards, advocacy – more people become aware of our existence. And that will accelerate the broadening of the profession, from the diplomats’ wives of yore, through the “I just fell into it”-generation of people already on the margins of publishing, to a wide cross-section of society. Importantly, since this is a utopian future, translation will pay enough to sustain a decent livelihood: UNESCO will fund literary translations rather than individual countries’ cultural ministries, removing the unfair imbalance in funding availability along with political influence over funding choices.

So we’ll get heritage multilinguals joining the German literary translation community, just as they’re beginning to be more present in editorial roles. They’ll be pitching great titles in languages editors can’t read, or building personal bridges to writers in countries editors haven’t visited. They’ll be tastemakers and trendsetters and they will even out the disparity in what gets translated. Readers and writers will have access to different traditions and innovations, develop greater empathy with characters from different backgrounds to their own, and peace will spread across the globe. I’m looking forward to it enormously.

The Romanisches Café in Museum Form

Berlin has a great new literary attraction! Until the end of January, that is…

A vacant retail space has been temporarily transformed into a museum dedicated to Charlottenburg’s legendary Romanisches Café – the inter-war site of many a literary gossip session, chess matches galore and artistic inspiration in spades. Imagine the Algonquin Round Table but in Berlin, with more cake (actually, I am imagining the cake; maybe they ate Schnitzel and Bratkartoffeln). Regulars included the writers Else Lasker-Schüler, Kurt Tucholsky, Erich Kästner, Mascha Kaléko and my beloved Irmgard Keun, along with journalists, artists, actors, publishers and creative society in general. The place has become a synonym for the intellectual Berlin of the 1920s, a lost location much yearned for by a certain kind of contemporary German writer.

The exhibition is small but informative and enjoyable, grouped around a gaggle of tables laid with 1920s porcelain, notebooks and a typewriter. It highlights famous commentators on the café, especially the newly enfranchised women of the time, and adds context on the neighbourhood and the architecture. There’s film footage and music and artefacts and bookshelves and all the fun stuff you’d expect. My favourite is a much-feared card handed discreetly to guests who had outstayed their welcome while not spending enough money. The museum also offers guided tours by the curators, and historical walking tours of the surrounding streets.

A stern white woman with short dark hair seated in front of a champagne bucket
Christian Schad’s Sonja (detail) © Christian-Schad-Stiftung Aschaffenburg. The painting shows an elegant modern woman in the Romanisches Café. The Jewish secretary Albertine/Sonja Gimpel was sacked when the Nazis came to power in 1933 but managed to escape deportation.

Now obviously the café didn’t just go out of business back then; as the exhibition addresses, many of its customers were targeted by the Nazis and it became a poor shadow of its former self before the building was bombed in 1943. In its place came the Europa-Center, opened by West Berlin’s mayor Willy Brandt in 1965 (with Romy Schneider in attendance!). The centre is basically a shopping mall with an office tower attached, topped in prime West-Berlin style by a three-tonne rotating neon Mercedes symbol. It’s hard to imagine a building that screams I Love Capitalism! more loudly. And yet it exudes the faded charm of an eighties legend: oh, the Clock of Flowing Time! The subterranean Irish pub! The KFC on the corner! The ghosts of goths and Dave Gahan imitators and Christiane F. haunting its dark corners… You can almost smell the patchouli and acne ointment.

An elderly white woman and man holding hands and looking deep into each other's eyes. The man is wearing a white doctor's coat.
Ilse Werner and Günter Pfitzmann in the late-80s classic Praxis Bülowbogen, peak West-Berlin TV

The museum is housed inside the Europa-Center, approximately on its former site opposite the Kaiser Wilhelm Memorial Church. And because it’s not actually a functional café, you can treat yourself to double the time-travel – by retiring to the fantastic three-tiered Eiscafé for an old-fashioned sundae or a foamy Berliner Weisse with raspberry syrup, served by a waitress who might have leapt straight out of a Günter Pfitzmann sitcom. You know you want to!

Translator’s Note: Priscilla Layne on Birgit Weyhe’s Rude Girl

Translator Priscilla Layne, a Black woman with shoulder-length locks, standing in an autumn forest
Priscilla Layne © Alexander Ray

In the case of Rude Girl, it was blindingly obvious who the translator ought to be: the book’s own subject, Priscilla Layne, who had previously published several translations from German. In fact, the project made no sense without her on board, so we were thrilled when she agreed to work on the book. Here’s her translator’s note, explaining its genesis and effects, and the nature of the translation challenges.

The graphic novel Rude Girl, the 8th by renowned German artist Birgit Weyhe, is very near and dear to me. First of all, it is based on my life story, as someone who was born to Caribbean immigrants in Chicago, always felt out of place because my interests didn’t make me “Black” enough, and who found refuge in two very unusual spaces –in the anti-racist skinhead scene and in Germany.

A second reason why Rude Girl is so important to me is because Birgit and I worked on it together. I first met Birgit in the winter of 2018, while I was living in Berlin on a research fellowship at the American Academy. My interest in comics, as a reader and a teacher, brought me to Birgit’s extensive oeuvre. I intended to write an essay about the representation of Blackness in her work and therefore I sought her out, hoping to interview her on the subject. At the time, she had just returned from a semester-long stay in Pennsylvania and she was eager to talk to an American in German Studies about her work. So, I traveled to Hamburg to interview her and to my surprise, not only did we get along wonderfully, but she was equally interested in my biography.

First, she wrote a one-page comic about my life that was published in the German newspaper Tagesspiegel. Then she approached me about doing a book-length project together with me. Our desire was to make this a collaborative effort. The book would be Birgit’s, drawn and written by her, but it would be based on my life and include commentary by me from our follow-up conversations, which occurred whenever she’d present me with a new chapter. Each chapter would be proceeded by a drawing of an album cover that was important to me, because music has been so significant in shaping my life.

The result is Rude Girl, which I consider a groundbreaking work not only because of how it interrogates issues of race and representation in comics, but also because of my story. I am not necessarily the most remarkable person and certainly not at all a famous person – I work in German Studies, a field which few people know exists. I won’t cure cancer or solve any of the world’s many problems. But I do consider mine a success story, because I went from being an introverted, Black girl nerd who felt like a perpetual outsider to a successful and confident, but still introverted, Black female professor at one of the top research universities in the United States (the University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill).

And the reason I was able to overcome a lot of personal challenges (sexual abuse as a child, an absent father, anxiety and a difficult mother-daughter-relationship) and political challenges (dealing with racism and sexism in school, as a professional and in everyday life) is because I found strength in alternative communities; in the punk scene and among anti-racist skinheads. Finding those subcultures helped me let off steam, find an outlet for my politics and embrace being different.

Thus, I see Rude Girl as an important book, not just for fans of graphic novels, but for anyone who has ever felt different, especially people on the margins of mainstream society like BIPOC, LGBTQIA+, especially people who belong to those groups and identify as being nerds, geeks or punks. I am often amazed at how mainstream nerd culture has now become in the US, but still if you are a Black nerd, any other nerd of Color, or even just a femme-identifying nerd, you don’t necessarily see any (positive) representation of yourself. I’m glad Rude Girl is helping to contribute to these representations and that it is now available in English.

Translating the book was kind of a surreal experience. Since it’s based on my life, translating often felt second-nature. I just had to ask myself, what would I have said in this scenario? What language would I typically use? But it was also challenging because having your life displayed on the page requires a degree of vulnerability. And there are scenes in the graphic novel that were particularly embarrassing for me to remember! There were also some German phrases that were difficult to convey in English and in some cases I decided to leave them in German. In any case, this entire artistic project has been a wild ride and it touches my heart when I hear people enjoy reading it and feel they can relate to the story.

Recovering a lost modern classic: Maria Leitner’s 1930 novel Hotel Amerika

Maria Leitner
Maria Leitner

By Rachel McNicholl

Some of my friends know that I’ve been tipping away at Hotel Amerika by Maria Leitner for a number of years, offering it to English-language publishers with a sample translation and all that goes with it. So far without success, though a few recent developments (and Love German Books II) might help change that!

Hotel Amerika is a forgotten modern classic by an author who was one of the first to have her books burned in Nazi Germany, who died trying to get out of Vichy France in 1942, was Jewish, Communist, and a very intrepid journalist and novelist to boot.

The novel was published in Berlin in 1930 and is set in late 1920s New York. Leitner based it partly on direct experience of working “under cover” in menial jobs so that she could report on conditions in the USA to left-wing journals she wrote for back in Germany.

The plot unfolds over twenty-four hours. The main actors are the hotel’s “downstairs” staff; the “upstairs” world is represented by an assortment of permanent residents and some guests who have checked in for a celebrity wedding. The hotel is a microcosm of society:

“The hotel towered above them like a giant box, all lit up, crammed with countless people and countless fates; people from every class and corner of the world; the rich and the poor, the happy and the miserable. It’s all here, piled high– hell and heaven, sorrow and joy, illness and arrogance.”

(Chapter Eighteen)

The main character is laundry maid Shirley O’Brien, an Irish immigrant, and the stations of her working day take the reader through every level of the hotel’s architecture and hierarchy. Shirley’s co-workers, portrayed with humour and compassion, are mostly immigrants from other European countries, and Black Americans. Their stories are told as the narrative moves through the hotel’s various floors, almost like scenes in an expressionist film.

As I’ve said, I’ve been pitching the novel on and off for a few years, without any definite interest. I suspect that for some publishers the book is too much of an unknown quantity, written by a virtually unknown (and dead) author. Also, given my lack of connections to commissioning editors in UK and US publishing houses, I too am a fairly unknown quantity. I have better connections within the Irish publishing scene, but inward translation is still very much a minority sport on our island. As a result, this project has spent a while in the doldrums – but there is a hint of a fresh breeze now, thanks to a couple of developments.

First, the renowned Reclam Verlag re-issued Hotel Amerika in its Klassikerinnen series this spring (2024). 

This means that Maria Leitner is rescued from obscurity and now up there with the likes of Jane Austen, Maria Edgeworth and Virginia Woolf, to mention just a few of the English-language writers in the series. Publication by Reclam gives Hotel Amerika an imprimatur that a little indie press (more below) or Project Gutenberg (fab resource that it is) cannot. Which may now make it easier for me to bring the book and a translation proposal to the attention of an English-language publisher.

Another boost for the book, on foot of republication by Reclam, was a substantial article in DIE ZEIT (27 March 2024), titled “Was geschah mit Maria?” (Whatever Happened to Maria?). The article explores why she was forgotten and charts Leitner’s biography and fate under the Nazis, her failed attempts to get a visa to the USA, and ultimately to her tragic death in Marseille in 1942. Such an article in the Saturday Feuilleton (arts supplement) is a big deal – it introduces a book/author to a much wider readership in the German-speaking world and carries weight with publishers and foreign rights agents globally. The author of the article in DIE ZEIT, Volker Weidermann, has previously published a book about the works that were burned on 10 May 1933 and what became of the authors.

I first came across Hotel Amerika in an edition published in 2013 by a small Austrian press called Edition MoKKa. A couple of other small presses also republished some of Leitner’s work around that time, as she had come out of copyright in 2012. A shout-out here to indie presses and literary journals, who are so often the first to champion emerging or forgotten authors. A shout-out to translation colleagues too, as they are often the first to draw one’s attention to a book or author in their language that might be of interest. In my case, it was translator and publisher Karen Nölle who pointed me to a stand around the corner from hers at the Leipzig Book Fair in 2014 (or was it 2015?). Browsing some recently re-issued works by Maria Leitner there, I read that Hotel Amerika has an Irish protagonist, so of course I had to order the book!

Despite some re-publication of Leitner’s work after 2012, and despite her being mentioned on significant anniversaries (e.g of women’s suffrage or the book burnings), she had been virtually forgotten in the German-speaking world. Continuously in print in the GDR, she fell out of print in both parts of Germany after reunification, possibly because she was associated with the GDR canon, possibly because her staunchly socialist outlook didn’t go down well in post-reunification Germany either. In the English-speaking world I’ve only seen Leitner mentioned in secondary literature, usually in the context of travel writing or Weimar Republic journalism. None of her works has been published in English in its entirety. I’m hoping to change that – interested publishers can reach me through V&Q Books. Do get in touch if I’ve whet your appetite!


 

 

100 Years on: Kafka and the Glory of Life

Michael Kumpfmüller at the Literaturhaus Kassel © A. Gebhardt

By Helen MacCormac

This year marks the centenary of Franz Kafka’s death. Although he is one of the most influential figures of the 20th century, no one had ever heard of him when he died in 1924. Now, 100 years later, the man who brought us Gregor Samsa is being celebrated around the world. Events include everything from a “Kafka tram” to festivals, TV series and a brand-new film.

Oxford University has conjured up #OxfordKafka24. The campaign includes “Kafka: Making of an Icon”, a free exhibition at the Bodleian’s Weston Library, which runs from May 30th to October 27th 2024, and a series of academic and public events exploring Kafka’s enduring global appeal.

The Goethe-Institut will be hosting events in 36 countries and has also brought out a video game called “Playing Kafka”, which explores the world of the literary genius.

One person who started celebrating early is German author Michael Kumpfmüller. The new film Die Herrlichkeit des Lebens, which came out in March, is based on his novel of the same name. Seizing the opportunity to promote his 13-year-old book, Kumpfmüller contacted literary venues in towns where the film was due to be screened, and set off on a whirlwind reading tour of 40 cities as soon as the film came out. The tour has been a huge success. In Kassel, the Literaturhaus was packed and we could have sold twice as many books if we’d had them.

Kafka is synonymous with dark, nightmarish worlds, but although Kumpfmüller’s book focuses on the end of Kafka’s life, he sheds a bright, almost cheerful light on Kafka’s final year. In the summer of 1923, tuberculosis-stricken Franz Kafka meets 25-year-old Dora Diamant, and within weeks, they embark on a life together amidst the challenges of hyperinflation in the Weimar Republic. Despite the tumultuous times, Kafka and Dora remain inseparable until his death. Beautifully written and meticulously researched, Kumpfmüller’s novel delicately weaves together Kafka’s writings with Dora’s perspective, portraying a man who finds love and seizes control of his life before it’s too late.

Kumpfmüller, who was invited to accompany the filmmaking process, is a great storyteller on stage too. He shares anecdotes about how he discovered Kafka as a love-struck teenager or was inspired to write Die Herrlichkeit des Lebens when he saw a picture of Dora Diamant. Alongside, he reads passages from his novel, alternating between Dora’s and Kafka’s perspectives, and highlights the differences between writing and filmmaking. It’s a fantastic evening, and I’m sure everyone leaves feeling inspired to either read the book or watch the film!

If you missed the film or can’t read German, don’t worry – Kumpfmüller’s book Die Herrlichkeit des Lebens, translated into English as The Glory of Life by the late, great Anthea Bell in 2013, is still available in print ♡.

Michael Kumpfmüller, born in 1961 in Munich and now living in Berlin, is a German writer known for his celebrated novels such as Hampels Fluchten (2000), Durst (2003), and Nachricht an alle (2008). He has won numerous awards, including the Döblin Prize. Die Herrlichkeit des Lebens was published in 2011 and has been translated into 27 languages. Kumpfmüller’s recent novels include Tage mit Ora (2018), Ach, Virginia (2020), and Mischa und der Meister (2022).

The film Die Herrlichkeit des Lebens is directed by Georg Maas & Judith Kaufmann and stars Sabin Tambrea and Henriette Confurius. 

The Rude Girl Playlist

One of the things I particularly love about our new graphic novel Rude Girl is all the music in it. Music? In a comic? Yeah, baby! Birgit Weyhe tells the story of Priscilla Layne, in conjunction with Layne herself – and since music is such a major part of her life, we get a peek at the records the fictionalised character Crystal listened to at different stages. Each section starts with one or two record covers, stacking up throughout the book to make up an impressive collection.

If you want to follow that development at home, we made a neat Spotify playlist featuring one track from each album. But here come some visuals to go with it…

We start with early childhood listening, music all around Crystal in her Jamaican/Bajan family in Chicago. Try Wendy Alleyne’s Never Make a Fool of a Woman, Bob Marley & the Wailers’ Soul Shakedown Party (a personal favourite of mine) or ABC by the Jackson 5.

Then Crystal starts to choose her own records as a girl… We’ve picked Why Can’t I Be You by the Cure, the very stirring Raiders March from John Williams’s Indiana Jones score, and for The Clash it had to be Rock the Casbah.

As she gets older at the height of the VHS era, Crystal takes comfort from more soundtracks. Composer John Williams is writ large, with Setting the Trap from Home Alone, and Theme from Jurrasic Park.

It’s the 90s, so there has to be grunge… Nirvana’s classic Come As You Are, Disarm from the Smashing Pumpkins (not pictured), and Say It Ain’t So by Weezer.

Next up is big fat punk and ska love, as Crystal discovers subculture. New Girl by Suicide Machines, the brilliantly named Keep Britain Untidy by Peter and the Test Tube Babies, and a dash of Laurel Aitken with Sally Brown.

As life goes on, Crystal’s taste broadens and she finds herself listening to… Yikes, Belle and Sebastian! A calm track to finish off, Funny Little Frog.

There’s more to discover on the playlist – and of course in the book itself!