Short stories from 1975–79, including two pieces not yet published in book form.

With an afterword by German journalist and writer Peter Henning.

The first volume of short stories, including the now almost classic All Will Be Well, in which Johnny Tristano (what better name for a Fauser character) gives himself the advice: »If you have to prop yourself up, prop yourself on walls, not people!«
Once again, reading Fauser teaches us what it means to sink deep but never go under, and how to retain wit and melancholy alongside a lust for life and a nice cold beer.

Jörg Fauser in short form – an overflowing joy.

»My intoxication doesn’t cut me  off from reality, just from those who are constantly claiming reality for themselves.«
Jörg Fauser

In these texts, which were composed by Jörg Fauser between 1963 and 1987, we get to know him as a visionary and fan, yet also as a nit-picker and blasphemer. Vicious in parts, while others abound with admiration. A varied volume that contains texts about writers from Gryphius to Grass; that gives us a radio report about crime literature and a conversation with Bukowski; that offers an insight into embarrassing encounters between literary figures and, above all, that makes one thing very clear: Fauser’s love of literature.

»The imponderables of the literature industry are vast, even gargantuan. How much simpler, in comparison, are those of politics.«
Jörg Fauser

Jörg Fauser’s poems from the early years, 1974 to 1979, are political, intoxicated, romantic and revelatory – newly introduced with a foreword by author Björn Kuhligk.

»We were [. . .] rebuked again and again, accused of having dragged the poem out of its noble realm onto the landfill site, amongst the broken refrigerators, the rusted beer cans, the dirty undergarments. According to this world view, if one wants to call it that, our audience mainly consists of unwashed, uneducated louts, without history, without nation; of hash addicts, whores, junkies, rock’n’roll freaks, those who are hopeless and lost to society, devoid of any accomplishment, any future . . . In reality, of course, our audience – like that of our critics – is made up of shy shorthand typists, German teachers with two Siamese cats, and at least as many future pastoral ministers as customs inspectors. And a dangerous criminal here and there; it depends very much on whether people are given the opportunity to learn to read.« 
( Jörg Fauser in tip magazine 22 /1980)

Jörg Fauser’s autobiographical masterpiece now in a new edition.

»That summer, drugs were cheaper than books, unless you wrote them yourself.«

Harry Gelb’s raw materials are opium on an Istanbul rooftop and LSD in a Berlin commune, heroin in a Göttingen garret and countless beers in the pubs of Frankfurt. Above all, however, his raw material is writing itself.

Fast-paced, brutally honest and funny, Fauser’s alter ego tells us of a dangerous and endangered youth and a man who never forgets – either as a night watchman or as an airport worker – what he wants to be: a writer.

With a foreword by Michael Köhlmeier, and an afterword by Matthias Penzel.

A new compilation of Fauser's early prose and poems – direct, brutal, and fierce.

Reflections on the unchecked urges and diverse hungers of an entire generation.

»Writers who have never written a word, smugglers who’ve never had anything to smuggle, agents with no expense accounts and no future.«

Even in Fauser’s early poems and experimental prose, there is no trace of inauthenticity and invention. Someone is living exactly what he writes, what he yells or whispers in the form of words. There is a sense of Fauser’s first heroes Kerouac and Burroughs, who may well have lured him to Tophane, to addiction, and to writing.
In these texts, ranging from Beat to cut-up, Fauser gives his all. This is the collection to rediscover him with.

With an afterword by Jürgen Ploog.

Another genre in which Fauser revolutionized everything that went before.

With an afterword by German writer and DJ Franz Dobler.

»I always saw Brando as a rebel – a naive way of looking at it, for sure; what is a rebel anyway? In a world crawling with revolutionaries, the rebel is a man of the past, a conservative. That may be. For so many people of today, the earth seems like a thing of the past, and like Brando, when in doubt I’ll stick with the earth.«

Fauser and Brando – two ruptured souls united by more than just their ability to getting back up when knocked down.

»This is a book about the shadow between idea and reality.«
Jörg Fauser

»Caro Carlo«, »Dear Harry« - this is often how the letters and postcards begin, which Carl Weissner and Jörg Fauser wrote to each other over the years. Their great affection for one another is a constant presence, while the topics revolve around often precarious financial situations, holidays and booze-filled nights, and their great frustration over the construction of the ›literary industry‹. While Fauser never really gained a foothold in it during his lifetime, Carl Weissner had already made a name for himself with his translations of Bukowski and Zappa's lyrics, and often made an appearance as a mentor, calming voice or even editor.

All Blum really wants to do on Malta is sell his porno mags, but he suddenly finds himself in Frankfurt, in possession of five pounds of cocaine. His first thought is to sell it quickly, and open a beach bar on a Caribbean island. But then all sorts of things get in his way: his own naïveté, the captivating Cora, the dangerous Rossi, the inscrutable Mr. Haq, and the countless, cashless people interested in his snow.

»The frogs, too, only seemed to be croaking innocently in the swamps. In reality, everyone had a plan.«
Jörg Fauser

Hezekiel Kant, private detective (with the most wonderful name a detective ever had) and suave anti-hero, is tasked with keeping a close eye on the wholesale chain SPUMEX. Are they making money with drugs, cut wine, or just vegetables? Since he gambled away his advance payment before even agreeing to the job, and the client’s daughter has apparently been kidnapped, he allows himself to be drawn into the dangerous game.

Jörg Fauser’s revealing columns: about the Tagesschau daily news programme and boxing matches, about a papal visit and democracy – and about the cultural sector. Now including afterwords by journalists Ambros Waibel and Werner Mathes.

»If you work for magazines, you’ll have money for a certain period of time to do your own thing, if you want to separate the two. But I don’t want to separate them. Ever since I’ve been a journalist, for me there is no separation,« says Jörg Fauser. 

This volume gathers together the pieces which the incorruptible (yet not unimpressionable) Fauser wrote under the pseudonym Caliban and under the column title As You Like It in the Berlin magazine tip.

»The captain was, you see, a picture-perfect captain [. . .] and his helper and general drudge was a picture-perfect helper with pockmarks and all, who answered to the name Manoli and smoked lights, because life really was hard enough, and the Naousa was a picture-perfect caique boat, her ten knots slicing through the Etesian winds, and it was of course a picture-perfect day on a pictureperfect sea, and later everyone held on tightly to their picture-perfect plastic bags.«
Mediterranean Sea Boat Tour

Harry Lipschitz, a left-leaning politico who’s got more to worry about than just his heart. Guido Franck, a Munich-based gallerist whose attempts to sail through life care-free have run aground. Natascha Liebling, an aging actress who travels the country with a provincial theatre troupe. All three of them are in a downward spiral. All is connected by the enigmatic Charles Kuhn, who »acts like a crook and talks like a philosopher«, and the ambitious journalist Vicky Borchers-Bohne. 

This is the second volume of stories in which Jörg Fauser - alternately charming and grumpy - addresses the major themes of life: love, booze and financial struggle. And, almost as a side-line, he also finds room for the minor issues of politics, society and philosophy. Once again, more than in his early stories, Fauser's unique sound and big heart can be heard and felt.

Grubby backyard clubs, dark gambling dens, and in their midst politicians and wheeler-dealers.
Dangerous and wanton.

»The sun played in her hair and she played with her pearls and looked like the cover of a fancy woman’s magazine – or like a million bucks, a million you would have a harder time getting to than that in the bank.«

»Search expert for unusual cases« is what Heinz Harder calls himself in his small ad. In real life an unemployed, burnt-out glossy magazine hack, his first client is rich and beautiful and looking for her disappeared daughter. For the »journalist, detective and knight in shining armour«, things get increasingly dangerous in the Berlin of fly-by-night businessmen, illegal clubs and dubious political and financial dealings where the trail leads him.

Now in a new edition, with a foreword by Friedrich Ani.