Fabian Hischmann

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Fabian Hischmann

Fabian Hischmann (born 1983 in Donaueschingen), lives in Berlin. He studied literature and cultural studies in Hildesheim and Leipzig. In 2008 and 2009 he worked as an assistant director at the city theaters of Heidelberg and Freiburg. He publishes cultural journalistic texts in magazines such as Mag, Sissy and Siegessäule.
 
His debut novel Am Ende schmeißen wir mit Gold (In the end, we throw gold around) appeared in 2014. It is about the boredom of prosperity and the confrontation with one’s own past. The book was nominated for the Leipzig Book Fair Prize. In 2017, his second novel Das Umgehen der Orte (The Bypassing of Places) appeared. A coming-of-age story. Young people are looking for a life from the crises and traumas of childhood. A figure mosaic whose overall picture describes the adolescent state of aggregation of disorientation and points to the near future.

“Arriving in the garden, I pause for a moment and take stock of the situation: off to the right there’s another young man sitting on a beer bench in the sun, he nods at me cheerfully. His hair is short and very blond. He’s carefully picking currants and tossing them into a bowl with quark. Straight ahead are vegetable beds, I recognize zucchini and tomato plants, and beyond that there’s a meadow with three fruit trees. In the half-shadow of the trees sits a table, covered with a tablecloth, and a woman is sitting at the table cutting bread. There’s a grill set up next to the table and Maria and Jan are standing in front of it. He’s fanning the flames with a piece of cardboard, she’s smoking, flicking the ash off, watching the poisonous powder float away, and in so doing sees me. Her dress is sea-blue with a white triangle on the chest. She waves hello. Jan, too, turns briefly toward me and then turns away again. I cautiously raise my hand as if I’m a hesitant bidder at an auction and the object being sold is out of my price range. Anton reaches the table and kisses the woman.
 
I tromp over too, walking as casually as can be.”