Archive for Dezember, 2010

Some Remarks on Current German Science Fiction

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by Michael K. Iwoleit

German science fiction has had a rough ride of it since the boom time of the early eighties, when at one time no less than seven sf paperback and two sf hardcover serials were published in Germany, and Heyne Science Fiction was known as one of the largest sf publishers in the world. Unsurprisingly, most of the books published around this hey-day period were by Anglo-American writers, but this didn’t prevent German publishers from showcasing a remarkably rich and diverse selection of science fiction from all over the world. Even German language science fiction – which has rarely enjoyed commercial success and traditionally suffers from a lack of readership – went through a short-time boom. Continue Reading »

The Eternal Song

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by Frank W. Haubold

Dedicated to Rainer Maria Rilke

They glide along like shadows, no morning nor day. Their ship is fast, so fast that the light of the stars seems a blur. Still, they cannot feel the velocity.

The men seek escape in rituals as unreal as the time on their chronometers. They inspect the machinery and their weapons, study the logbooks and prepare for events that may never happen. They have their meals at scheduled times and they try to sleep when the lights in their cubicles are turned off. Continue Reading »

Imperium Germanicum

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by Frank Hebben

We will defend ourselves to the last breath of every man and mount. And we will win this war even against a world of enemies. Germany has never been conquered when it stood as one. Forward with God, who will be with us as he was with our fathers.

Wilhelm, 6 August, 1914, Berlin

The grindstone has been working thirty years now, grinding down nations: war, war, eternal war for honour and glory, for an all powerful German empire, though Europe has long since been laid to waste. The earth has been torn asunder and bloodied, bomb craters yawn where there once stood cities and villages, where forests once grew. A bullet for every Russian, a bayonet for every Frenchy, the saying used to go, a rhyme now blown away in the wind like mustard gas and nothing more than a bitter aftertaste. Continue Reading »

The Last Days of Eternity

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by Michael K. Iwoleit

He was a god, he claimed. He was the creator of many worlds, even of our own, but he could not say this with certainty. Maybe, he whispered, we will discover this sooner than we would like to. Continue Reading »