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Bestselling author Dörrie (l.) 2018 in Munich: Filled to the brim with champagne
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Doris Dörrie
, born in 1955, is a director and author.
She became known in 1985 with the film "Men".
She publishes short stories, novels and non-fiction books.
Her book "The World on Your Plate - Inspirations from the Kitchen" was recently published.
She lives in Munich.
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If some tired, worn-out author were to take the train to Frankfurt this year, as every year, and be driven to the book fair circus, with the musty air, the lousy sausages and long queues in front of the toilet, the anthracite-gray, exhausted people in view of the alpine-high mountains of books and the terrifying ones Question "Who should read all of this?"
and above all "Who should read my book?"
If that were the case, then the author would lose all desire and strength in Offenbach at the latest.
But since it is not so this year, she floats into town with a beating heart and a double somersault like a trapeze artist in a red and white fake Chanel costume.
The Hessischer Hof has been completely renovated, just for authors, every room has a whirlpool, a desk with all kinds of writing implements, a mega bar filled to the brim with champagne, and a young, handsome, strong person welcomes you in the lobby. who carries the author into her room in her hands while he recites writers of her choice.
She chooses Kafka.
She is led to work on a long leash by a gold collar.
In her writing hand, an implanted chip records how much she has written and read per day, because even authors no longer read, but prefer to watch series.
But anyone who secretly accesses streaming services gets a little electric shock.
If you read more than two hundred and fifty pages a week, you get a self-mixed muesli from Bas Kast, and if you read five hundred pages, a kiss.
Since then, people have been reading like crazy.
The queues at the entrance to the book fair are almost endless.
Every day is now public day.
The author is leashed at the publishing booth, because she used to think about fleeing all the time.
Since it is not so this year: because the publisher sits enthroned on a replica of the Matterhorn, was voted the best German-language publisher with the most beautiful publisher (which, however, like every year), and Bas Kast kisses and kisses and kisses, and the finest Swiss to strengthen him Chocolate is served and everyone is in such a good mood, including the press, yes, even those from SPIEGEL!
This may be due to the cannabis in the air being blown into all rooms.
Splendid.
And since this year it is not the case that the author turns the other's books over and places her own on top, crouching in the corner unnoticed, unread, unloved, but still shivering that someone accuses her of plagiarism, but instead puts her happy and in a good mood 112 accepted on the SPIEGEL bestseller list is nothing like otherwise.
Because if, like some decrepit author with book fair flu, she was on swaying feet in front of an indefatigable audience by the whip-wielding, merciless publisher for days without a break through the aisles, buzzing onto the SPIEGEL interview stage, throwing kisses, swaying at the waist, and if this game continued under the non-intermittent showering of the visitors and the air conditioning into the ever-opening gray future, accompanied by the passing and newly swelling applause of the hands, which are actually steam hammers - perhaps then a young reader hurried down the long corridors, rushed onto the stage, called the "stop!"
through the chatter of the ever-adapting audience.
But since it's not like that: a beautiful lady, white and red, flies in between the stands that the proud book representatives open in front of her, the publisher, devotedly searching for her eyes, breathing towards her while keeping animals: as a precaution, lifts her onto the SPIEGEL stage as if she were his all-time favorite writer on a dangerous journey;
cannot make up her mind to give the whip sign;
finally, in self-conquest, there is a bang, next to the critic of DER SPIEGEL walks with open mouth, follows the sentences of his author with a keen eye, can hardly understand her artistry, tries to warn with emoticons on her cell phone;
exhorted the book fair helpers holding coffee cups to be extremely careful;
before the big somersault the audience with raised hands implores to stop chatting, finally lifts the author from the podium, kisses on both cheeks and does not consider any homage from the audience to be sufficient, while she herself, supported by him high on tiptoe, blown around by the air conditioner, with arms outstretched, head leaning back, wanting to share their happiness with the whole book fair - as this is the case this year, the reader lays his face on a book, and in the final applause, sinking into a heavy dream, he cries, without knowing it.
And dreams of Kafka.
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