Had my lunch it that futuresque asian restaurant in York Street. Spring rolls, nothing else reminds of spring these days, so I chose that one. Streets are stilled covered with snow and people’s faces look drained from the cold. Today even sky didn’t turn out blue as it did the last days. Today Clemes Meyer received the Award of the Leipzig Bookfair for Best Book, which for the german bookmarket is almost as if sky turned blue. I have to admit that I knew him but haven’t read his books so far. What seems to be so special about his stories is the social setting, the characters in his books live in a world most young writers know only as places they defenitely don’t wanna be. I don’t know about that, but what I know for sure is that it’s a huge astonishment that Germans gave such an important prize to a compilation of Short Stories. Much has been said about how Judith Hermann and the new translations of Carver’s Stories opend Germans up for this genre. But I never perceived it that way and even if, it didn’t last too long. Since I’ve arrived in Toronto I’ve heared at least a hand full of poeple talk about how demanding Short-Story-writing actually is. If you write Short Stories in Germany it’s as if you wouldn‘ t dare doing the big thing, as if your best times were still to come.
I had my best time when I was writing Short Stories, there was such an immense act of creativity in spotting one single aspect that would unfold till it stops at it’s best moment. To enhance imagination, to leave everything possible. The moment a Short Story ends is probably the most importent of all. Writing short stories always pulled me into life the way writing a novel pulled me out of life. It’s the exact opposite: A novel absorbs your life while a short story feeds it. You can turn it either way, but a novel becomes such a world on it’s own that it almost takes everything else away from you, whereas writing short stories is like catching a falling star: it’s only in that particular instant, see it or leave it, you’ll never get it back, you might catch another, but don’t spent too much time on that particular one lost. Even if it seems to be the most beautiful ever. In the search for these falling stars you perceive more mystery in everyday life than you ever imaginged. Welcome, Germany, to the world of falling stars.