I was asked whether I'm going to post a "top books of the year" list, and the answer is no. Because literature is not a competitive sport, don't you know.
Instead, I proudly present the top five loveliest German authors I have had dealings with this year, in no particular order:
Selim Özdogan - for all his support and for reminding me I'm not fifteen any more. I'm looking forward to Zwischen zwei Träumen early next year.
Antje Rávic Strubel - for the wine I didn't drink and a very entertaining evening.
Ingo Schulze - for asking an expert and understanding how one might be intimidated by sitting behind Volker Braun - and for the just plain enjoyable summer story Adam und Evelyn.
Ron Winkler - for providing the wonderful poem for our translation idols to get their teeth into, and for being the perfect guest.
And last but not least, because I'm a hypocrite at heart, Clemens Meyer, for my book of the year, Die Nacht, die Lichter.