Tag Archive: 0Bremen

Friedo Lampe.  Am Rande der Nacht.  For me, name and title evoked those lighted windows from which you cannot tear your gaze.  You are convinced that, behind them, somebody whom you have forgotten has been awaiting your return for years, or else that there is no longer anybody there.  Only a lamp, left burning in […]

The last couple of weeks have seen me in Germany and America, visiting book fairs, customers, and libraries.  I have always enjoyed the international nature of the book trade.  As regular readers of this blog will know, I have a particular interest in the cultural history of France, Germany, and Russia, especially in how these cultures […]