Goetz, Meyer, Schroeder: A fragementary tale from the German literary scene (last part)
The year is 2009. And I should slowly think about ending this series of fragments that hopefully have been an enjoyable, maybe even inspring read, especially for those that are somehow familiar with the German literary scene as it presented itself in the last decades. Of course I haven't even mentoined a couple of good or interesting books and authors. My idea was to just sketch the direction of my own - largely unpublished - writing at a time that bore some significance, culturally and also politically, not only in Germany. Fictional Schroeder is a writer that may come quite close to what my career possibly would have been like if the circumstances would have been a bit different, especially if I would have had German parents, that means, if I would have been accepted as a writer and, most importantly, as a citizen. But, no, I had to leave the country where I was born, where I grew up, where I was educated, went to university, graduated with a PhD and whatnot. I spent 2008 not ju...