With two years in Paris behind her, as well as a relationship that ended in a grown-up way, Franziska is doing well in terms of self-actualization: she has a degree, a solid income, a healthy social life, and an unerring sense of style. And yet, something seems to be missing.
In search of her lost lightness, she sits in cafés, completes assignments, plays sports, and meets up with friends. Around her, lifestyles collide: urban exodus and mindful drug use, authentic social media profiles and artificially conjured human relationships. Impassively, Franziska observes the ambivalences in her present and writes about them from a safe distance in the manuscript for a novel – until an unfinished chapter catches up with her with a vengeance.
“Carla Kaspari is the great poet of humanity that knows too much about itself. So much in this novel is so true; you feel so transparent and ‘caught’ that it turns you into a whole new animal as you read it. You almost want to start writing yourself. Kaspari writes so precisely and gracefully, so cheekily and soulfully, that she’d be well within her rights to claim that she created us all.” - Clemens J. Setz
