‘They were all the same – communists, Nazis, parents, church, book reviews, features section, editorial, revolutionary struggle, Baader-Meinhof, capital, television, Club Voltaire, pacifism, guerilla, Mao, Trotsky, Red Student Action Law Section, the underground scene and Germania Security. They were all part
of the same idea, they knew how things ought to be, they had a monopoly on consciousness, love, human happiness.’
In Raw MaterialJörg Fauser casts an eye over the times he lived in and his own life: as a junkie in Istanbul, in a commune in Berlin and a squat in Frankfurt, working on an underground magazine and trying ceaselessly to get a novel published. The autobiographical testament of Fauser’s alter ego Harry Gelb is an unsparing, razor-sharp but often lovingly ironic portrait of the artist to rank with the best, and of the ferment of Europe in the late 1960s and the 1970s.