Fritz J. Raddatz (1931 to 2015)
That he succeeded in the end, this disposal, self-determined and dignified, that is, with all the sadness that triggers the news of his death, beautiful and almost comforting. Fritz J. Raddatz has gone at the moment of this world, he has chosen. For a long time he has prepared. With seventy he bought a tomb on Sylt, “between Suhrkamp, Avenarius and Baedeker, more can one ask,” he wrote in his diary. And in 2002, he figured, as long as his money would not be enough if he wanted to continue to maintain the lavish lifestyle he once used now and he loved. “Ten years,” he reckoned that time, then he was eighty-two, “ancient” and immediately added that it might be better not to spend much more money, then the end would come even faster.
It has now lasted but a little longer. Fritz J. Raddatz, who was born on September 3, 1931 in Berlin, yesterday afternoon took his own life in Switzerland. He was three years old. He’s all very well prepared, effective February 22, he did not want any more appointments. In parting, he gave us a book left there. It’s called “years with Single”, his memories of the Rowohlt publisher whose deputy he was nine years. It is a book of love, of course, like all books by Raddatz. “This is the story of two men who had once been almost a indissolubly connected each other, separating in mutual injury and peinigendem pain, and could never forget the love she had once his direction,” he wrote in it.
Make
Books, celebrate life
In this incredibly beautiful, passionate, heartbreaking book, he has again put into it all his Raddatz art. In particular, he describes the way he started, why at the beginning of a need of a anpustet, encouraged, cheering, set on fire. Especially in a large apparatus, as a publisher, it is about: “It was only Ledig that blew me with joy and enthusiasm wind beneath the wings. The, apparatus: wanted to bend me “And as the two authors then discovered large made, American novelist and essayist for Germany.. As they made books and celebrated the life: “And I headed into the fanciest, most imaginative chaos of my life in a strange beautiful, eerie enigmatic love affair lasterlos, but full of devotion: to the literature.”
Fritz J. Raddatz 1931 – 2015
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Eventually, he got kicked out by Rowohlt. “I fly always out somewhere,” he told me when I was in his apartment in Hamburg visited him on the Alster a few years ago, says with a laugh. Yes that’s true. The reason why it Ledig eventually fired by telegram, was ridiculous. Just as that from which had to go Raddatz years later as features editor at the “time”. (“The train station in Frankfurt, as Goethe was still alive.” Through no fault has the malicious feuilleton world have laughed more extensively than this, the cost Raddatz this job.)
Open sight and heart
The real reasons why he always busted somewhere, he wrote again in his latest book, “I was peacock way vain, stupid enough not to feel that in Ledigs soul began to crackle another fire. “And that, at some point no longer like a publisher that his deputy behaves as if he owned the store. Just like Marion Dönhoff could not stand that she was openly despised in the published in her newspaper of the man who considers himself to be the most important.
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