Das bin doch ich
A man writes a novel. The man is called Thomas Glavinic. The novel is called Night Work and the man wants what everyone wants: Success. He wants a publisher, a prize, and money. What he has is a manuscript, a literary agent, a headache and sadly, mostly unbearable fellow men. And he has a nice friend, who has himself written a novel, whose sales figures prompt our author’s mother to say: “Why can’t you write something like that?” Using absurd humour, Thomas Glavinic plays a game with reality and its duplication – a rare, unusual reading pleasure.