Iglhaut

She has a penchant for whiskey cocktails and old social democrats, has bad molars, money problems and a talent for working with wood: Iglhaut, who maintains her workshop in the backyard of a Munich apartment building. The strong, prickly beautiful Iglhaut, who - through no fault of her own and definitely against her will - becomes the center of neighborly togetherness. Katharina Adler's Iglhaut is a heroine in the manner of ancient gods. She is not made of the wood for reliable relationships, neither in love nor in business. Her moods, too, are as changeable as the weather. Only her convictions are solidified to the point of stubbornness. At most, she might bend for a flesh-despising dog named Chancellor - and perhaps for the ex-lover she lets back into her life in a moment of carelessness.But then other elective relatives and stories - choleric, comical, uninvited - intrude on this deeply human novel, a novel that celebrates life: unadorned, with all its adversities. After all, they live next door ...