Wenn ich eine Frau wäre

Sarah Bosetti is a woman who has written a book that is not about women. After all, it can't always be about women. Occasionally, it also has to be about scaly bank employees and used toupees, about Kurt Cobain and the village elders of Berlin. And about Ulf. No, this book is not about those much-sung little differences between men and women. It’s about the monstrous chasms between Michelin women, wrinkled grandmas, and savings bank occupants. Chasms that fill with puddles of self-pity, in which Berlin artists take their daily baths and fish for their daily bread. Sarah Bosetti tells us what one can do to stay afloat in such a puddle and to sidestep the adversities of urban life with an elegant hip sway. Accompanying the protagonist are a hefty dose of irony and a dog.