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Katja Petrowskaja

The Photo Looked at Me

Literaturhaus Basel

A photo catches the viewer’s eye and refuses to let go. The photo of a ghostly plant in a book on Chernobyl. A miner’s face shrouded in smoke at an exhibition in Kiev. Or that of a Syrian refugee couple setting foot on Lesbos printed in the New York Times. What is the present made up of? In the photo column she began to write for the Frankfurter Allgemeinen Sunday Newspaper in 2015, the author created her own genre: short prose, condensing landscape, biography, history and form into a minimal space.

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