Leaving Sardinia

by Hans-Ulrich Treichel

An ordinary young man and a hopeless romantic with a host of private obsessions, mostly about sex, Albert falls in love with Elena, a beautician from Sardinia, and accompanies her back to Sardinia, where things begin to fall apart. By the author of Lost. 12,500 first printing.

256 pages, Hardcover

First published January 1, 2002

About the author

Hans-Ulrich Treichel has quickly developed a literary reputation in Germany for writing which is readable, humorous and yet challenging. He enjoyed huge popular and critical success with the publication of his first major prose work, Der Verlorene (translated into English as Lost), in 1998. This work is a poignant re-working of an experience through which Treichel’s own family went towards the end of the Second World War. Since Der Verlorene his career has developed through a series of prose works and novels which combine an acute sense of time and place with appealing comic irony (Tristanakkord, Der irdische Amor, Heimatkunde, among others). It was as a poet that he first began to write, however, and his anthologies of poetry have enjoyed renewed success as a result of his rise to fame as one of Germany’s leading prose writers. Hans-Ulrich Treichel is also an academic and has published widely on German literature of the modern period. He is currently director of the Deutsche Literaturinstitut in Leipzig.

Reviews

[belisa · Rating 2 out of 5]

sanat ayrıntıları sıkıcı olabilse de ilginç bir erkek zihni haritasıydı

[Kris · Rating 2 out of 5]

What an odd little book. I feel like I got a look inside the German mind more than anything else.

[Lore]

dnf

[Nom · Rating 1 out of 5]

kitabın neden bahsettiğine dair en ufak bi fikrim bile yok 50. sayfalara kadar geldim hiçbişet anlamadıpım ve rsye girmek istemediğim için bıraktım

[Joy · Rating 3 out of 5]

I read this book in the original German (Der irdische Amor), but I'm assuming that it will be just as entertaining in English.

[Hella · Rating 1 out of 5]

Sono sempre aperta al fatto che un libro non l'ho capito o magari non è arrivato nel momento giusto... ma questo è proprio brutto.