Der schaudernde Fächer

"I had a few lovers that were like tea bowls I wanted to immerse myself in every evening." The person who says this is not the kind of person who is impressed by emotion. But she notices the sad student in the Pierrot costume. And one evening, when he sits in front of her on the stairs, she takes him with her.
The courtyard of a Japanese university, a remote village in the Ukraine, Berlin clubs, a bus making its way through the Algerian desert at night - these are just a few of the places where the heroes of these stories are on the road, always lost in one sight or another, always ready to flee from love, to face beauty itself.
With verve, Ann Cotten spans a shimmering fan on watercoloured sea cucumbers on the one hand, and people in love confusion on the other. The agility of her poetry is also found in these stories: They are playful and cynical, openhearted and yet irresistible.