"The sooner literary fiction recognises & accepts its generic identity, the sooner it can get help."
-M. John Harrison
Andrin Albrecht grew up loving books, and invented his first stories before he even knew how to write. At age 11, he wrote and subsequently self-published the fantasy novel "Das Auge der Macht" (whose influences were worn so openly it didn't even need a sleeve for it). Two other German novels followed, neither of which ever saw the light of day, before he gradually began switching to English as a writing language, and experimenting with other forms, genres and styles. He is still hopelessly fond of everything supernatural, but by now his list of influences includes Pynchon and Fitzgerald as well as Martin and Sapkowski.
Scenery passes––time doesn’t matter:
There is a bed, a stove, and a window to junk.
The pane is wet from morning rain, but now it’s quiet––eerily silent
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Und danke für den Fisch
Der letzte Abend der Welt war zufälligerweise nicht nur der letzte Abend des Sommers, sondern auch der, an dem ich herausfand, dass Vera Klavier spielte ...
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Short story, English
There is a train that runs from the town where I was born all the way to the capital,
on rails that were laid for the most part right along the lake. It is fast and almost soundless, like the breath of the people who watch it pass, and its roof is made entirely of mirrored glass ...
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