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"I'll see you in twenty-five years." Laura Palmer. "Also, ich musste wieder auf ein paar Tage nach Zürich. Es war ganz schrecklich. Aus Nervosität darüber hatte ich mich das gesamte verlängerte Wochenende über so unwohl gefühlt, dass ich unter starker Verstopfung litt. Dazu muss ich sagen, dass ich vor einem Vierteljahrhundert eine Geschichte geschrieben hatte, die ich aus irgendeinem Grund, der mir nun nicht mehr einfällt, 'Faserland' genannt hatte. Es endet in Zürich, sozusagen auf dem Zürichsee, relativ traumatisch."

Realising he and she are the very worst kind of people, a middle-aged man embarks on a dubious road trip through Switzerland with his eighty-year-old mother, recently discharged from a mental institution. Traversing the country in a hired cab, they attempt to give away the wealth she has amassed from investing in the arms industry, but a fortune of such immensity is surprisingly hard to squander. Haunted in different ways by the figure of her father, an ardent supporter of Nazism, mother and son can no longer avoid delving into the darkest truths about their past.

From “the great German-language writer of his generation” (Joshua Cohen) comes the second novel of Christian Kracht’s career narrated by an eponymous “Christian”. Eurotrash begins in Zurich, where Christian has returned to care for his 80-year-old mother after her discharge from a psychiatric institution. Confronting the dark shadows of his family’s past—particularly his grandfather’s strong ties with the Nazi regime—and struggling to navigate the emotionally wrenching terrain of his relationship with his mother, he sets off on a road trip with her.

Why should America try to be more like countries that are worse in nearly every way? Europe has been declining under the weight of its antiquated institutions, economic fatigue, moral anemia and cultural surrender. Yet American politicians, technocrats, academics, and pundits argue, with...

"Jo, altså," begynder jeg, "jeg har faktisk gået og tænkt lidt på at tage til Amsterdam. Kommer lidt væk fra det hele". Nemo løfter sit glas lidt op, og puster ned i den dampenede kaffe. Hans øjne flyder ud. "Seriøst? Hvornår?" Jeg stener over en sort/hvid plakat, der er sat op på væggen lige overfor mig. Den forestiller det kendte billede af det amerikanske flag, der blafrer på månen. Der er malet et rødt A ovenpå. A for anarki. Nyt flag, ny politik, ny verden, står der ved siden af. "Snart, hvad skal vi sige - på fredag?" svarer jeg, da spørgsmålet er trængt ind. "På fredag? Seriøst?" gentager han, og kniber øjnene tænksomt sammen. "Ja, hvorfor ikke?"