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Posted On Dezember 16, 2017By Thomas AdcockIn Crimemag, Kolumne

Kolumne: Thomas Adcock: Trump’s Looming Irrelevance

NEW YORK CITY, near America Like chronic boils on a fat man’s neck, Donald J. Trump shall not fade to obscurity. So long as there is a market for freak shows anywhere on Earth, he will remain in the public eye. Yet we need him gone from the White House, at least, and soon. Thus, we Americans are forging an alternative path to relief from this carbuncle of a man: Day by day, we bury Mr. Trump a little further in the ash heap of irrelevance. Resistance to the politicalRead More

Posted On Oktober 17, 2017By Thomas AdcockIn Crimemag, Kolumne

Kolumne: Thomas Adcock: Donald & Darla

  NEW YORK CITY, near America Her name is Darla. The soiled clothes on her back are all she owns. She sleeps on the sidewalk outside a Manhattan bank, keeping her distance from a church up the street where the feeling is mutual. Somewhere in Florida, her two small children live with their grandmother. This is all she tells anyone of her personal circumstances. When she feels safe enough to lie on her side, a risky angle for homeless women, Darla’s shirt rides up at the waist, revealing something fleshyRead More

Posted On September 19, 2017By Thomas AdcockIn Crimemag, Kolumne

Kolumne: Thomas Adcock: ‘Go to Hell’

As a member of the American journalistic fraternity, Donald J. Trump labels me a “damned dishonest” purveyor of “fake news,” in league with “crooked bad people” who clearly despise the United States. Be duly warned! As Dorothy and Scarecrow intoned whilst traipsing through a scary forest in the Land of Oz, “Lions and tigers and bears, oh my…!” Last month in Arizona, during a rip-roaring rally of his fascistic flock, the president of the United States elaborated on his dim view of the likes of myself: “I really think theyRead More

Posted On August 15, 2017By Thomas AdcockIn Crimemag, Kolumne

Kolumne: Thomas Adcock: SHOOT!

 I shall not now dwell upon the daily caboodle of news involving an orange-faced hoodlum with a soft spot for swastikas—he who presides over an imploding White House. Were there simple justice in America—a nation where uniformed nazis and kluxers armed with semiautomatic assault rifles and side arms are now free to march through the streets of Charlottesville, Virginia—this despicable man would be in prison, along with his flock of fools and felons. We hope for their imminent departure from the nation’s capital, preferably in manacles, and a time thatRead More

Posted On Mai 15, 2017By Thomas AdcockIn Crimemag, Kolumnen und Themen

Kolumne: Thomas Adcock: Fremdschämen

EAST GREENWICH, Rhode Island U.S.A. There are times when only German will suffice in articulating complexity, especially of infuriating nature. For instance, consider the current White House tenant, an orange-faced Manhattan braggart and tabloid newspaper oddity whom New Yorkers have loathed for the past three decades. Among this man’s latest dubious accomplishments, he has inspired certain government investigators—those not yet dismissed for probing his probable traitorous ties to Russian spies—to give the city of Washington a new moniker: Kremlin on the Potomac. How to describe him? “The beauty of GermanRead More

Posted On März 15, 2017By Thomas AdcockIn Crimemag, Kolumne

Kolumne: Thomas Adcock: Trump’s „Fourth Reich“

SEBASTIAN GORKA, high-level White House assistant to Donald Trump, wore his Hungarian “bocskai” to the January 20 presidential inauguration balls in Washington. The braided black tunic  is popular with modern-day acolytes of Miklós Horthy, the nazi collaborationist leader whose Budapest regime saw the murders of 600,000 Jews. A medal pinned to Mr. Gorka’s tunic (close-up at right) indicates his affection for the “Order of Vitéz,” a chivalric fraternity begun by Horthy in 1920, popular once again with members of Hungary’s ultra-right political movement—the Jobbik Magyarországért Mozgalom. At the January balls,Read More
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Posted On Februar 15, 2017By Die RedaktionIn Crimemag, Nachruf

Nachruf: Nat Hentoff

… and other rebellious passions Thomas Adcock, Bill Moody, Alf Mayer und Thomas Wörtche entbieten ein Farewell. Nat Hentoff, der am 7. Januar 2017 in New York gestorben ist und 91 Jahre alt wurde, war für viele von uns wichtig. Er war Bürgerrechtler, Jazzkenner, Historiker und Autor von zwei Kriminalromanen. All das – darauf beharren wir ja auch bei CrimeMag –passt und gehört zusammen. Er galt als der führende Fachmann für den ersten Zusatz zur Verfassung der Vereinigten Staaten von Amerika (First Amendment, 1791 verabschiedet) – diesen Verfassungsteil lebte er vollRead More

Posted On Dezember 24, 2016By Die RedaktionIn Jahreshighlights

CulturMag-Jahreshighlights 2016, Teil 1 (A-C)

Liebe Leserinnen und Leser von CulturMag, kurz vor den Feiertagen präsentieren wir Ihnen auch in diesem Jahr wieder unseren großen Jahresrückblick. Dieses Mal in acht Teilen – chaotisch, unterhaltsam, kenntnisreich – die Tops & Flops von LitMag, MusikMag & CrimeMag, wie unsere Autorinnen und Autoren das Jahr 2016 sahen: Bücher, Filme, Musik, TV, Kino, Alltag und Wahnsinn … ungeordnet & unabhängig. Feiern Sie schön, erholen Sie sich ein bisschen & rutschen Sie gut ins neue Jahr! Herzlich, Ihre Zoë Beck, Jan Karsten, Anne Kuhlmeyer, Tina Manske, Alf Mayer, Thomas Wörtche &Read More

Posted On Juni 15, 2016By Die RedaktionIn Crimemag, Editorial

CrimeMag: Editorial Ausgabe Juni 2016

Herzlich willkommen zu unserer letzten CrimeMag-Ausgabe vor der Sommerpause. Am 15. August sind wir dann wieder mit prallem Fangnetz zurück. Hier aber erstmal Ihr aktueller Proviant, quer durch Fauna und Flora des Krimigenres. Unser USA-Korrespondent Thomas Adcock fragt sich „Warum lacht Trump?“, Markus Pohlmeyer erklärt uns, wie Echnaton und Thomas Mann Gott (er)fanden und was das mit Fundamentalismus zu tun hat. Sonja Hartl hat James Grady interviewt, der mit seinem „Die letzten Tages des Condor“ einen der politisch wie literarisch besten Thriller der letzten Jahre vorlegt. Susanna Mende hat sichRead More
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—CNBC Television WHAT COULD POSSIBLY GO WRONG?  FIFTY THOUSAND gun fanatics demand loaded firearms be permitted in a crowded arena where the Republican Party meets this summer for what promises to be a combustible presidential nominating convention. How America Got Punk’d Bang! Bang! You’re dead in Cleveland? by Thomas Adcock Copyright © 2016 – Thomas Adcock NEW YORK CITY, near America Over the course of seven days in late March, fifty thousand trigger-itching paranoiacs signed an internet petition demanding their “right” to carry loaded guns onto the assembly floor of the quadrennialRead More
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Posted On Februar 15, 2016By Thomas WoertcheIn Crimemag, Kolumnen und Themen

Vortrag: Europäische Kriminalliteratur

Krimi, Kriminalliteratur, regional, europäisch … Thomas Wörtche hielt diesen Vortrag an der Evangelischen Akademie Villigst und stellte ihn uns zur Verfügung. Europäische Kriminalliteratur – was soll das sein, kann es die geben? Unter welchen Voraussetzungen? Und wer versteht darunter eigentlich was? Diesen und vielen weiteren Fragen geht er hier nach.  Sehr geehrte Damen und Herren, Europa auf dem Stier ist ein sehr schöner Aufmacher. Er zeigt, kriminalliterarisch gesehen, in eine originelle Richtung: Vermutlich eine eher einvernehmliche Entführung mit anschließend vermutlich einvernehmlich menschlich-göttlicher Beiwohnung – das ist als Quellmetapher für unser heutigesRead More

Posted On Januar 21, 2016By Thomas AdcockIn Crimemag, Kolumne

Thomas Adcock: „Onward Christian Suckers!“

 ‘Onward Christian [Suckers], Marching as to War’ Muslim-hating madness & daily massacres in Jesusland   By Thomas Adcock Copyright © 2015 – Thomas Adcock NEW YORK, near America   On the morning of December 7, 1941 the Imperial Japanese Navy attacked the United States naval base at Pearl Harbor, Hawaii, precipitating American entrance into World War II. The Japanese sunk or damaged eight battleships, three cruisers, three destroyers, an anti-aircraft training ship, and a minelayer. More than two thousand Americans were killed, another thousand wounded. President Franklin D. Roosevelt declaredRead More

Posted On Dezember 5, 2015By Thomas AdcockIn Crimemag, Kolumnen und Themen

Kolumne: Thomas Adcock: Fear & Fascism

Fear & Fascism Repugnant Pursuit of the American Presidency Terrorism’s refugees as scapegoats du jour By Thomas Adcock Copyright © 2015 – Thomas Adcock   ‘TRUMBO,’ a newly-released movie about 1950s anti-communist hysteria, complements the début of television series based on the late Philip K. Dick’s novel of alternate history, ‘The Man in the High Castle,’ in which the United States is ruled by the German victors World War II.         NEW YORK, near America  On Sunday evening the 15th of November, I telephoned a friend toRead More
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Farewell, Pal – Robert Leuci (1940-2015) New York On those occasions when a mutual friend passed, my pal Bob Leuci and I would get on the telephone together or meet up somewhere to talk over the amusing and important things the dearly departed said, or did. Bob called such things “the music of an absent friend’s life.” Recollections exhausted, we then fell into companionable silence. Soon one or the other of us would grimly say, “The shots are getting closer, boy.” I am left alone now to write about the musicRead More
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Posted On November 4, 2015By Thomas AdcockIn Crimemag, Kolumne

Kolumne: Thomas Adcock: American Empire, R.I.P.

‘Waist Deep in the Big Muddy’ – American Empire, R.I.P.   ‘Waist Deep in the Big Muddy’ American Empire, R.I.P. By Thomas Adcock Copyright © 2015 – Thomas Adcock NEW YORK CITY, near America Wither the United States of America? Apparently, the linchpin of U.S. foreign policy is inchoate war; it seems hardly to matter where. And here at home, one-half the longstanding governing structure of two broad-based political institutions implodes before our eyes. As world history suggests, these may be heralds of an end to imperial America. Tellingly, theRead More
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Posted On November 4, 2015By Redaktion CMIn Crimemag, Vermischtes

Bob Leuci: Abtrünnige

Bob Leuci – ein Tribut Thomas Adcock nimmt in dieser CrimeMag-Ausgabe Abschied von seinem überraschend verstorbenen Freund Robert „Bob“ Leuci. Fünf Leuci-Romane fanden den Weg in den deutschsprachigen Raum, sie sind lange vergriffen. Jürgen Bürger, der einige von ihnen ins Deutsche übertragen hat, will die ihm zugänglichen Leuci-Romane im nächsten Jahr in seinem spraybooks Verlag Bielfeldt + Bürger als eBooks herausbringen. Er hat uns freundlicherweise den Abdruck eines Kapitels aus „Fence Jumpers“ erlaubt, der 1998 von ihm übersetzt als „Abtrünnige“ im Schweizer Haffmans Verlag (Raben-Krimi Nr. 4) erschienen ist. ThomasRead More
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TERROR-STRICKEN TABLOIDS Stop the presses! Bare-breasted buskers the ballyhoo of Broadway! The ‘Tit Squad‘ Cops Battle a Scourge of Naked Lady Parts …with help from pious pols & Officer Jesus    by Thomas Adcock Copyright © 2015 – Thomas Adcock   NEW YORK CITY, near America Be warned, ye horny gents on holiday here, the Public Morals Division of the New York Police Department is watching you! Yes, you—all you drooling out-of-towners landed here to behold the promenade of semi-naked ladies in the so-called Crossroads of the World. The forcesRead More
SCARY! The New York Daily News, fifth largest newspaper in America, devoted its June 17 cover page to Donald Trump’s declaration of presidential candidacy. (True! This page above is not photo-shopped.) NEW YORK CITY, near America How to explain The Donald, as Himself enjoys being called? Donald as in Donald J. Trump, that is—the billionaire boor and failed casino magnate who seeks the Republican Tea Party nomination for president of the United States. This man is many things, none of them attractive: glitzy real estate developer, golfer, impresario of “realityRead More

Posted On Juni 13, 2015By Thomas AdcockIn Crimemag, Kolumnen und Themen

Thomas Adcock: Bernie for President

NEW YORK CITY, near America The hands-down most appealing and forthright candidate for president of these United States is a wild-haired, mild-mannered, stoop-shouldered 73-year-old Brooklyn-born secular Jew who greatly admires Pope Francis. He hails from the farm state of Vermont, his bride is Irish-Catholic, and he calls himself a socialist. Fearful of scant advertising revenues from his barebones campaign budget—and little in titillation value: the candidate refuses to trade in traditional campaign slander—American corporate media insist that Senator Bernard Sanders, better known with respectful affection as just plain “Bernie,” hasRead More
As we know from the mountain range of sociological studies on the topic, men have a hard time making friends with their fellow men. This is especially true for white, heterosexual men; doubly true for shamrocks like myself, warned since our days in short pants to beware of the Dread Emotional Talk. Counsel thus given to a nascent borstal boy: No girly talk for thee, Tommy-boyo. None of that missy-missy, passion-soaked palaver. No siree! You must keep the chatter he-man, laddy-buck. Football and motorcars and power tools—that’s the stuff. UnlessRead More

Posted On Mai 20, 2015By Thomas AdcockIn Kolumnen und Themen, Litmag

Thomas Adcock: Free Edward Snowden

As I write, a deputation of White House operatives is secretly en route to the Moscow apartment where Edward Snowden has lived in forced exile since June of 2013, when he exposed gross illegality by the National Security Agency of the United States and was immediately set upon by Pentagon persecutors—the sort of folks who built American torture chambers in Afghanistan and Iraq, where homicides were not unknown. Apparatchiks for the Obama administration will make Mr. Snowden an offer they believe he cannot refuse: Sit tight here in Russia forRead More
NEW YORK, near America March 10th, and spring has come at last. On this Thursday, the scrivener’s search for the man he’s wondered about and worried about through the most terrible winter in memory is at a close. Maybe the only place to find him is in caring to know about someone else: a conundrum. The scrivener has poked around in the usual places where men on the margins are consigned to sanctuary: merciful soup kitchens that ask few questions of their patrons, and the sermonizing sort that dish upRead More

Posted On Januar 17, 2015By Thomas AdcockIn Crimemag, Kolumnen und Themen

Thomas Adcock: War Crimes: What, Me Worry?

War Crimes: What, Me Worry? ‘It’s Good to be the King’ C.I.A. torturers, killer cops & white supremacy By Thomas Adcock Copyright © 2015 – Thomas Adcock NEW YORK, near America Despite a chorus of demands for criminal prosecution, it is unlikely that anyone among the plotters, justifiers, and executioners of war crimes during the reign of George W. Bush and Dick Cheney will ever see the inside of a courtroom—let alone prison bars. In the Potemkin democracy of America, fair-complexioned government élites are held no more accountable for sadismRead More

Posted On Dezember 13, 2014By Thomas AdcockIn Crimemag, Kolumnen und Themen

Thomas Adcock: American Thugs

American Thugs The Few, the Proud, the Repugnant High time to clean out the pigpens By Thomas Adcock Copyright © 2014 – Thomas Adcock NEW YORK, near America Be advised: the words that follow shall not be sweet. My heart is broken over what occurs in my city and country. I am troubled by the recent spate of deadly police violence in New York and elsewhere in the United States. I am white, and troubled by the ugly dimension of white racism in these crimes. Many Americans deny white racism.Read More

Posted On November 19, 2014By Thomas AdcockIn Kolumnen und Themen, Litmag

Thomas Adcock: Ach du Scheiße!

Ach du Scheiße! Welcome to Reaganistan Of Pugnacity & Pussycrats by Thomas Adcock Copyright © 2014 – Thomas Adcock New York City, near America Shocked to my bones by how colossally incorrect I was in forecasting victory for common sense over venality in the federal and state elections of Tuesday, November 4, I am at last able to creep forth from beneath the bedcovers and into the sun—finally to face up to you, dear readers. You, who undoubtedly took heart in my roseate essay of October 29, “Butt-Kicking Time.” Alas,Read More

Posted On September 20, 2014By Thomas AdcockIn Crimemag, Kolumnen und Themen

Thomas Adcock: Victory for the Filthy Rich

Victory for the Filthy Rich Old fools lie, young suckers die …Meanwhile, the One Percent goes shopping By Thomas Adcock Copyright © 2014 – Thomas Adcock EAST GREENWICH, Rhode Island U.S.A. Here am I in a postcard-pretty small town on the Atlantic coast, a proudly historical place where every Wednesday evening the lads of the Kentish Guard gather in Peirce Street. There, they take up old-fashioned fifes and drums and play a medley of martial tunes, to the delight of passersby such as myself. The idea is to commemorate aRead More