Kuhn wrote a fascinating story about Stuttgart and Tübingen, 18th century poet Hölderlin (whom I love and adore) and crime and murder in the 80s, with a few lyrics of Bob Dylan and Pink Floyd in between.
I'm eager to read it right now, so I'll make myself some fresh hot tea with lemon and snuggle up in bed. Early evenings in autumn and winter are a wonderful excuse to do just that! :)

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