I haz finished a book!

[insert maniacal laughter of the Mwahahaha- variant here]

With school, and work, and tons of other brain-exhausting things that needed to be done this autumn, my reading really slowed down. Now, I am addicted to texts, so it's not as if I stopped reading altogether - but I chose easier fare than books (not counting the school stuff). Thus it took me months to finish Der Schrecksenmeister by Walter Moers, which is a record for me if one only counts books I liked.

Because I did like this one, a great deal even. While not quite as perfect a blend of nonsense, thrilling moments and overwhelming book-nerdishness as his Die Stadt der Träumenden Bucher, it was still very funny and engaging.

The plot is rather simple; Echo, a talking magical cat-like animal (a Kratze, or Crat in the English translation) is on the verge of starving to death when his mistress dies. The Schrecksenmeister (Alchemaster) sees him and realizes that Echo is just the ingredient he needs to fulfill his life work. Thus, they make a deal: For one month, Echo will be given the best of foods one can imagine and when the time is up, he'll end up in the alchemical soup, after a fast, painless death. Of course it isn't as simple as that, but the plot on the whole follows this line.
What makes Moers so fascinating (and DIFFICULT for a German-third-language speakers such as myself) is the way he plays with words. Put it like this: I almost think he could teach Pratchett a trick or two...

Take the title; Schrecksenmeister. The Master of the Schrecksen - and what is that? Well... it's a fantastical being that only exists in Moers fantasy-world Zamonien. They're are part witches, part horrible dragon-thingies and culturally very much like the jews of Medieval towns - blamed for all kinds of ills, forced to follow special laws and generally treated quite badly, though the populace still buys their services.

The Master of the Schrecksen then, is the man that keeps them "in line" and Eißpin, the Schrecksenmeister of this tale, is one of the most horrible creations of fiction I've seen- An utterly ruthless genius alchemist who does not stand above cheating, lies, torture and murder to get what he wants. Manages to be both so evil and impressive that you don't know whether to hate and despise or hate and admire by the end of the book.

This is not a book for those who want straight to-the-point prose; Moers obviously loves his Zamonian details, wordplays and flights of fancy. It is, however, enjoyable to follow along with all the little side-roads in this story, because his sense of style is perfect and he evokes plenty of images with a few well-chosen words. Like the name of the town where it all takes place: Sledwaya, the unwholesomest city of Zamonia. To me, the description and the name of the story immediately woke images of the polluted cities of Eastern Europe, and as the story unfolds and we learn of Eißpin's cruel reign over the citizens, the image only felt more true.

To be honest, though I haven't read it, I am highly mistrustful of the English translation.

( Translation thoughts )

But hey - in whatever language you can get your hands on this book, do give it a try. It's not every book that keeps my interest (and memory of the plot so fresh!) that I keep reading it, nibble by nibble, for several months. It's also got lots of wonderfully creepy illustrations, wicked humor and some rather fantastical culinary images.

Things I've learned from a parent

I made popcorn tonight. Because I wanted to (current soundtrack of my life: Die Ärzte - Der Infant)

But it really reminded me of dad. He spent a lot of time abroad when I was a kind, and when he was home I still hung mostly on my mom or grandma... but popcorn, that is super connected with dad ^_^;; It's strange, actually, because it's not as if he doesn't cook (and really well too!)
I guess it's because I was so young when I learned it, and he always made it seem like a... like real cooking? Idk. But we never were much for chips or candy in front of the television, it was either tea and cakes (sometimes homemade, sometimes bought) and very occasionally popcorn. And micro-popcorn wasn't around then, nor did we have a popcorn machine. Tangent: A-chan had a popcorn machine and we made popcorn on our own when I was pretty young once. It was like Living in an Sci-Fi World to me - dude! A machine! For making popcorn!!

Anyway... dad showed me how to make popcorn. He taught me to make paella and stir-fry too, but that was much later and it's not so associated with him, so to speak.

And he taught me to shine shoes... Mom totally never shines her shoes, she just walked in them til they fell apart. I do that too, actually, but I polish them a bit in-between XD

Huh. When I think of what I learned from my mother, it's more like "everything else", so there aren't such clear connections...
But I still know that if you want real cocoa, you have to do it grandpa's way. And my grandmother managed to instill both a snobbish disdain for margarine (sniff. fake butter? not in my cookies!) and the idea that artificial sweetener in coffee is the most natural thing ever.