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  1. Living Glimmering Lying (German: Wohnen Dämmern Lügen) is a 1994 book by the German writer Botho Strauß. It consists of literary vignettes about alienated people in post-reunification Berlin. The book was published in English in 1999, translated by Roslyn Theobald.

  2. English. 171 pages ; 23 cm. Stories on disenchanted urbanites searching for meaning in their lives. In one story, after many failed love affairs a woman inserts herself back into the life of her first love, even though he is married. By a German writer. "Hydra books." Access-restricted-item. true. Addeddate. 2020-06-27 03:04:11. Associated-names.

  3. 8 de ago. de 1994 · Populated by characters who are searching for meaning in life and in one another--a hiker waiting for a train in a deserted station, a television journalist who meets an old lover he doesn't really recognize, mismatched lovers, couples married and casual, lost and lonely people--Botho Strauss's Living Glimmering Lying is a melancholy ...

  4. 30 de ago. de 1999 · Populated by characters who are searching for meaning in life and in one another--a hiker waiting for a train in a deserted station, a television journalist who meets an old lover he doesn't really recognize, mismatched lovers, couples married and casual, lost and lonely people--Botho Strauss's Living Glimmering Lying is a melancholy collection ...

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  6. Populated by characters who are searching for meaning in life and in one another--a hiker waiting for a train in a deserted station, a television journalist who meets an old lover he doesn't really...

  7. www.jstor.org › stable › 40637292Review - JSTOR

    Living, Glimmering, Lying exemplifies much of Strauss's work. A series of loose, seemingly random vignettes, ranging from one to twenty pages in length, the book gradually assembles an oblique, somber portrait of contemporary German life. Most of the characters that surface through-out its pages remain nameless, and we glimpse only moments in their