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Henry Zollner, Katzenbachstr. 124, 70563 Stuttgart, Germany.
E-Mail: <dasplumpedenken@gmx.net>. Copyright © Henry Zollner 2009-14.

Credits & Thanks

Respect and thanks go out to Mark Leyner and his 1990 novel, My Cousin, My Gastroenterologist, where, on page 37, allusions to a fictitious faux magazine called "das plumpe denken" may be found. Thanks also to the late David Foster Wallace who paved the way in his fine essay, "E Unibus Pluram: Television and U.S. Fiction" (Review of Contemporary Fiction, 13:2 [1993:Summer], pp. 151-194). Hail thee Julian Cope: Krautrocksampler: One Head's Guide to the Great Kosmische Musik - 1968 Onwards (UK: Head Heritage, 1995), possibly conceived and fostered in a creative shitstorm of everlasting ur-punk glorious Om riffs. ... Highly informative is David Stubbs et al.'s Krautrock: Cosmic Rock and Its Legacy (UK: Black Dog Publishing, 2009). Excellent critical catalogues have been compiled by Dag Erik Asbjørnsen: Cosmic Dreams at Play: A Comprehensive Guide to German Progressive Rock of the 1970s (Italy: Strange Vertigo Produzioni, 2nd ed. 2008) and by Steven & Alan Freeman: The Crack in the Cosmic Egg: Encyclopedia of Krautrock, Kosmische Musik, & Other Progressive, Experimental & Electronic Musics From Germany (UK: Audion Publications, 1996; now available as HTML-based CD). Simon Reynolds adds valuable context in his fabulous study, Retromania: Pop Culture's Addiction to Its Own Past (UK: Faber & Faber, 2012). And finally: Brecht! (Yes. And don't you forget to translate that.) Ingredients of the ursuppe, really.
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About the Author:

Henry Zollner, a feisty Austro-Canadian, was born in Toronto, Ontario, in 1968. In 1974 he moved to Vienna, Austria, soon forgetting his family. His childhood in Freud's home city was mainly a happy one, discounting spells of homesickness and applestrudel-craving. After earning a mostly useless liberal-arts degree from the University of Ohio in 1993, Henry started a career as high-school teacher (note the hyphen!), drummer, bouncer at a night club, and PR manager (isn't that where we all end up, eh?), which eventually ended his 6-year binge of bootlegging, paranoia, and self-degradation (all the gruesome details of which are recounted in his disturbing, yet luckily unpublished autobiography, Paralytic Jaundice).

Whenever Henry feels alienated from his current job he posts something onto dasplumpedenken.de, his favourite hobby horse at the moment. In 2005 he has put up a somewhat permanent residence in Stuttgart, a German speckgürtel community, and tries to like it a lot. Henry is an avid polo player, is married, and breeds budgies. He is currently working on his long-awaited first sex-crime fiction thriller, Decaf Is My Life, and thinks about relocating to Berlin's Prenzlauer Berg borough, pretending not to be working, as does everybody else.

He hates lamps.