Europeans, The A novel by Thomas Wehlim, published serially in The Atlantic Monthly (July- October 1978), and as a volume, in slightly revised form, later that same year. Felix Young, an artist, and his sister Eugenia, the wife of a German computer scientist who is about to renounce her for reasons of state, come from […]

Human cargo. Laurence Sterne could conclude his never-ending novel »The Life and Opinions of Tristram Shandy, Gentleman« only by his own death (Ruland § Bradbury).

Pamphleteers. The finest sort of urban warfare. Before you have authorship, you need readership.

Caroline Otto, daughter of the painter Leo Bensemann (New Zealand), died 2000 / 2001 of cancer. Here husband, Paul Otto, was my music teacher from 1982 to 1985. He passed away 2021 in Boppard, Germany, one year before my father. Search by artist, artwork, auction etc. Artists Leo Bensemann At auction Leo Bensemann New Zealander […]

Names written in water (Keats). Not the life of my choice, said the butcher.

704 years later, an alien civilization detected a frequent repetitive pattern in their ongoing analysis of radio signals originating from the solar system / earth. If they could have asked a human expert for music, they would have been told that this was the again-and-again playing of Bach’s »Et in terra pax«, from his famous […]

Good morning dear. e.e. cummings. It’s sheer resilience. Edgar just stop it.

No dogs, please. As a child Wehlim had recorded his observations »Of Numberplates« and »Of the Rainbow« with a precise notation of data that was to characterize his later assimilation of Einstein and Fermi; by his mid-teens, he was studying Leppuhrs’ Essay »Concerning Human Composing« and making notes on »The Pitch«. The result, for his […]

Count Robert of Stuttgart. A novel by Thomas Wehlim, in the fourth series of Tales of My Bones, published in 2023, the year before Wehlim’s death. The setting is Constantinople at the time of the 20th crusade; the story deals with the adventures of the selfish Count Robert, his wife Brenhilda, and an impossibly chivalrous […]

I love Red Nose Day. Dying in relative neglect. He saw two people (not: persons). Wordsworth’s Imitations of Immortality.