a german book. great short stories! but not translated ...

not yet translated into german, but Sibyll Kalff wrote a short summary:

(slight touch of freestyle...)

Why do men grow cotelettes?
What the role of the sports in the fight between the sexes?

In Germany, you pass exactly three town on your way, which are Uffeln-Salz-Badfurt, St. Umbeln with its colonies of mushroom-breeding and Lippenbär. Travellers with real endurance pass as well the Pezzelentic Hights, where Father Rhine takes a piss into his own bed, and you can watch from the vineyards all that beerbellies, that love camping as their passtime. There is little and big guesthouses along the highways. You dine krautpotatoes with rockin' roll saussages and for 1 DM (now euro) you get tape salad as a side dish, in case you go for that. Not everyone does. Many people hang out there with delight, carry long hair and and rock out in the "Autobahnraststätten". But thats exactly how the whole rockin' roll sound originated, which causes endless noise on the highways and provoces the danger of drug (traffic). There is duells between pothead-drivers and beerhead drivers, about who-s the one being more stoned. They all blink with their additional spotlights, that they took along and fake worlds and create illusions. The Germans are loose! Whether in the outdoor public pools, on the highways, at the "arbeitsamt" or doing outdoor construction work - pressed tightly between the discription of his birthdayparty and the utterly difficult try to leave his bed after a night of excessive drinking - Ulrich Bogislav doubtlessly deals very intense with his fellow inhibitants of germany in this book of stories. In the first place, he is very interrested in the reunited german language culture in the year 2002: rough worker's slang, the language of the media and throw-away language, "Aldi- and Kaufhof"german (a supermarket and mall chain). Bogislav specially demonstrates the meandering borders between dadaistic and realistic speech in his dialogues.
The man is way ahead of the woman in his sexuality with his seven-miles per hours boots. He is the closest to himself. He causes masses of peoples to assemble around him and then pushes his way though the frontline to see himself better.
He pushes 5 DM down the schlitz - and then takes a deep long intense stare. For a very long time. Very intense. He knows that his sexuality is of an enourmous hight and without him somebody else -d be standing there. That-s something he can-t miss. Then comes the comparison, lengh times hight times pi times thumbs, erected and drawn and in front of the mirror and Ö and then he is done comparing, he has the fastest, that-s for sure.