The ghost of a young woman tries to solve a murder – her own, to be precise. Who is responsible for her death? As she gets closer to the answer, she realizes that a completely different question is actually gnawing at her.
In the early hours of the morning, Lilli looks down at a lifeless body at her feet. Only slowly does she realize that it’s her own body lying there between the trees in the city park. While the bereaved grieve and the investigators sort through the clues with increasing perplexity, she receives support from a surprising source: Andrä, a former detective who died many years earlier during an assignment, takes her under his wing, carefully guiding her through the world of ghosts, which is surprisingly similar to our own. The dead argue, love, and have fun, discuss their problems in self-help groups, and observe the goings-on of the living with amused astonishment. In the process, Lilli and Andrä don’t get any closer to solving the case, but do get closer to each other. When a boy who claims to have seen the perpetrator dies unexpectedly and joins them, everything starts to slip.
Michael Kumpfmüller writes of the beauty and fragility of life in a book that is lucid, melancholy, and cheerful all at once.
