In Franz Dobler’s new novel, an adopted son explores the blind spots in his biography: not a broad road to the self, but a foray through a biography with stories in the corners.
Holy shit, someone wants to know. Sits stressed on the plane to New York and first lights a cigarette. And then complains about the “motherfucker” who wants to ban him from doing that. Although, mother is a good keyword, and the narrator Django gets to the point two pages later: “Sometimes he was proud of the fact that he had managed not to end up in a mental institution, even though he had to deal with two mothers .”