The first sentence is known to be the hardest. At least for writers. Ralf Rothmann is one of the great masters of beginnings. "On the day I realized that there is nothing random anymore, my youth was over." So grand, nostalgic, and promising did "Stier" begin in 1991, his first novel. With "Stier," "Wäldernacht," or "Milch und Kohle," Ralf Rothmann, born in 1953 in Schleswig, has made the Ruhr area a place on the literary map like no other. Rothmann himself grew up in the surroundings of Oberhausen, attended elementary school, and trained as a mason. Afterwards, he worked various jobs as a driver, cook, printer, and nurse. But those who travel with his stories will quickly realize that the destination of the journey is neither food, Oberhausen, nor Berlin, but what the writer, who has lived in the capital since 1976, refers to as the "inner heart space."
Novels like "Hitze" and the love story "Feuer brennt nicht" are created about Berlin, before he looks back to the war years around 1945 with "Im Frühling sterben" and "Der Gott jenes Sommers." Ralf Rothmann is a master, especially of the short prose form, as his collection "Hotel der Schlaflosen" demonstrates.
