Bøger udgivet af K a Nitz

Etteilla, the pseudonym of Jean-Baptiste Alliette (1738-1791), was a French occultist who first widely popularised the use of the tarot for divination and who coined the term cartomancy. The tarot deck he used, known as Etteilla''s Book of Thoth or the Grand Etteilla, was specifically designed for use in divination. It differs in key respects to more recent tarot decks (such as the Rider-Waite deck which was influenced by it), particularly in the major arcana, and in this work he gave the theory and practical instruction in its use for:foretelling an individual''s future;divining the answer to specific questions; andinterpreting dreams.

A man escapes the big city life to spend the winter in a castle by a small village in the forest. There he learns that excitement and variety are not the sole preserve of the big city.

Eight more short stories of rural and village life, and of the trials and tribulations of school teachers.

“Germany possesses in Hermann Stehr an artist of profound clarity. That which is in motion in his works, and that which stands still, seems eternal. His people are creatures who have nothing finished in themselves, but still seem to exist at the dawn of creation, unreleased in God's iron forging hand. And there is still no plentiful sunlight over their world. … They suffer, as it were, the act of creation.” – Gerhart Hauptmann, Nobel Laureate in Literature (1912)Hermann Stehr (1864-1940) was a Silesian author of over thirty novels and novellas. He was awarded the Bauernfeld Prize (1910), the Fastenrath Prize (1919), the Schiller Prize (1919), the Rathenau Prize (1930), the Wartburg Rose (1932), the Goethe Medal for Art and Science (1932) and the Goethe Prize of Frankfurt-am-Main (1933); appointed as a founding member of the Prussian Literary Academy (1926); and nominated for the Nobel Prize in Literature four times.

Ten short stories of rural and village life, and of the trials and tribulations of school teachers."For Christ, the gift had an especially apt significance, because he was not only a man, but also a teacher of men. And so really gold and myrrh also always lay close next to one another in his life. Here the flaming gold of his shining love, there the myrrh of indifference; here a shimmering seed of thankfully returned love, there the bitter herbs of misjudgement, and ever and ever success and failure, and ever and ever gold and myrrh."Paul Keller (1873-1932) was a primary school teacher and very popular German writer, some of whose novels were made into films. He is best known for imbuing his works with a love of nature and Heimat, and for his, albeit conservative and moralistic, concern for the common people. He belongs amongst the most read German authors from the start of the 20th Century.

A ship sinks with only two survivors, a young bachelor and a little toddler. The bachelor becomes the little girl's reluctant guardian. What sort of woman will he raise her to be?

Three German sisters are caught behind the advancing Russian forces at the start of World War One. Will they survive? And are the Russian officers honourable men?

Professor Vogt sees democracy as the fulfillment of Christianity's promise - but are his fellow men ready for that idea? His protege returns to his mother's estate to enact his own ideas about human dignity and faith, but are his workers as noble as he believes? Meanwhile, the professor's wife and his daughter try to keep the two men from disast

Young Hertha is left orphaned and must find her way through the pressures of her new existence and the attentions of both her childhood friend, Heinrich, and the young noble, Fritz Hohensee.

Four men contend for superiority in a small, coastal town, and a young lady is caught in their midst ... or are they caught by her?

“Theder, pay attention. It is of the greatest importance to you, what my most faithful subservience will have the honour of sharing with you now. You have namely, to say it with respect, started off wrongly up to now with womanhood. You believed in thoughtfulness? Eh what, there you put yourself in darkness. There are two things for which women have respect …”—Five stories of life on the North German coast at the start of the twentieth century, mixing humour, tragedy, and romance.—Georg Julius Leopold Engel (1866–1931) was a German author and dramatist whose works were banned and whose grave was desecrated by the Nazis. A number of his novels were bestsellers, and some were adapted into movies during his own lifetime.

And even if a thousand times not; only parochialism can see in the trembling adherence of a rotting nobility the salvation of the state. He, Gus, knows and intuits, feels that the modern age is held in the conspirator Catiline, that his abettors are premature heralds of spring riding through the winter snow. Yes, and a thousand times it is so, only the subversive men have brought anything great into this world. Hence — a broom here — we want to sweep away, sweep away the snow from the path on which the steeds of the saviours trot. Sweep away so that they do not slip and fall, the coming men — sweep, sweep for the new age.—I consider it not only to be the most beautiful writing which the contemporary German arts has brought forth, but also to be one of the best and most valuable books the German people have been gifted. It is a book which arrests and captivates the reader, and which, when they have finished it, occupies them for a long time afterwards with the deep tolling which rings across from the author’s soul into our hearts … Anyone who could write such glorious pages must count amongst the authors of which our nation can be proud. – Berliner Lokal-Anzeiger—Georg Julius Leopold Engel (1866–1931) was a German author and dramatist whose works were burnt and grave desecrated by the Nazis. A number of his novels were bestsellers, and some were adapted into movies during his own lifetime.

When a man is born, at the same moment two bells begin to toll. One bell tolls below, one above; one as it were on earth, one, as the people say, in heaven. This doubled tolling does not stop as long as we live. And according to whether the man listens more to the bell above or that below, he is good or bad, big or small, and it goes uphill or downhill with him. Some men, however, commit such a noise in the middle of their life with their business affairs or with their passions, yes, some even merely with their thoughts, that the sound of the two bells cannot reach them. Such men are stuck in the midst of the most extreme hardship which can befall a man here on earth.—“Germany possesses in Hermann Stehr an artist of profound clarity. That which is in motion in his works, and that which stands still, seems eternal. His people are creatures who have nothing finished in themselves, but still seem to exist at the dawn of creation, unreleased in God's iron forging hand. And there is still no plentiful sunlight over their world. … They suffer, as it were, the act of creation.” – Gerhart Hauptmann, Nobel Laureate in Literature (1912)—Hermann Stehr (1864-1940) was a Silesian author of over thirty novels and novellas. He was awarded the Bauernfeld Prize (1910), the Fastenrath Prize (1919), the Schiller Prize (1919), the Rathenau Prize (1930), the Wartburg Rose (1932), the Goethe Medal for Art and Science (1932) and the Goethe Prize of Frankfurt-am-Main (1933); appointed as a founding member of the Prussian Literary Academy (1926); and nominated for the Nobel Prize in Literature four times.

WARNING: This novel was BANNED by the Nazi authorities in German for its immoral content, and with good reason.

Four stories: a mother loses her hold over her son; a husband discovers how blind he really is; a young man returns to reconcile with his lover and her father; and a young man swears an oath which he cannot hold. Below, the white foam roared against the rock, digging and burrowing, it flooded back again and then raced up anew. Entire flocks of white seagulls whirled over the white spray, a sharp crag raised its dripping head from the whirlpool, and floating wreaths of kelp and seaweed swirled about down there in narrow circles. Here it must happen! His bestsellers burnt and his grave desecrated by the Nazis, Georg Julius Leopold Engel (1866-1931) has been unfairly neglected by subsequent generations. A number of his novels were adapted into movies during his own lifetime, but his perceptive investigations of the human soul have for the most part not been translated into English until now.

The rebellious teacher, Franz Faber, tells of his colleague over three nights the story of how his struggle with life, love, and faith."For like the tree imposes its way on the seeds which it releases; like the wave dies off into the next to repeat itself: so too do the child of men inherit the chains of those who produce them, and thousands upon thousands grow and wither to no avail like the grass on the graves."Hermann Stehr (1864-1940) was a Silesian author of over thirty novels and novellas. He was awarded the Bauernfeld Prize (1910), the Fastenrath Prize (1919), the Schiller Prize (1919), the Rathenau Prize (1930), the Wartburg Rose (1932), the Goethe Medal for Art and Science (1932) and the Goethe Prize of Frankfurt-am-Main (1933), and appointed as a founding member of the Prussian Literary Academy (1926). He was also nominated for the Nobel Prize in Literature four times."Germany possesses in Hermann Stehr an artist of profound clarity. That which is in motion in his works, and that which stands still, seems eternal. His people are creatures who have nothing finished in themselves, but still seem to exist at the dawn of creation, unreleased in God's iron forging hand. And there is still no plentiful sunlight over their world. ... They suffer, as it were, the act of creation." - Gerhart Hauptmann, Nobel Laureate in Literature (1912)

Anton Gudnatz earns a tidy profit as a middleman profiteering in the post-war black market, but will his conscience catch up with him and save him before it is too late?"That's what you get when you help people so that they don't starve," he murmured, drew on his cigar, saw that it had gone out, and threw it away. "But Anton Gudnatz is not a good man, and hasn't been natty in a long time."Hermann Stehr (1864-1940) was a Silesian author of over thirty novels and novellas. He was awarded the Bauernfeld Prize (1910), the Fastenrath Prize (1919), the Schiller Prize (1919), the Rathenau Prize (1930), the Wartburg Rose (1932), the Goethe Medal for Art and Science (1932) and the Goethe Prize of Frankfurt-am-Main (1933); appointed as a founding member of the Prussian Literary Academy (1926); and also nominated for the Nobel Prize in Literature four times."He investigates the oppositions in the inner life not by that which separates them, by which they just become oppositions - but rather by that which brings them close to one another. ... He does not try to make comprehensible why a man acts in some way, instead he simply depicts the animated urge from which he must act in a certain way." - Arthur Moeller-Bruck

Professor Westfield searches for an understanding of the waste of the Great War and a release from his existential crisis."It's right to wrestle oneself away from the mutilation through the external. For the problem of life involves displacing the activity deeper and deeper into ourselves. That is the only way to freedom, the only possibility for this eternal, fundamental requirement of mankind to finally become fact."Hermann Stehr (1864-1940) was a Silesian author of over thirty novels and novellas. He was awarded the Bauernfeld Prize (1910), the Fastenrath Prize (1919), the Schiller Prize (1919), the Rathenau Prize (1930), the Wartburg Rose (1932), the Goethe Medal for Art and Science (1932) and the Goethe Prize of Frankfurt-am-Main (1933); appointed as a founding member of the Prussian Literary Academy (1926); and also nominated for the Nobel Prize in Literature four times."He investigates the oppositions in the inner life not by that which separates them, by which they just become oppositions - but rather by that which brings them close to one another. ... He does not try to make comprehensible why a man acts in some way, instead he simply depicts the animated urge from which he must act in a certain way." - Arthur Moeller-Bruck

Five tales of love, kindness, self-interest, despair, and betrayal."Only no apple that is ripe remains hanging on the tree, and if nobody shakes it, it falls by itself to the ground. On a summer Sunday's night, Melanie's hour had come."Hermann Stehr (1864-1940) was a Silesian author of over thirty novels and novellas. He was awarded the Bauernfeld Prize (1910), the Fastenrath Prize (1919), the Schiller Prize (1919), the Rathenau Prize (1930), the Wartburg Rose (1932), the Goethe Medal for Art and Science (1932) and the Goethe Prize of Frankfurt-am-Main (1933); appointed as a founding member of the Prussian Literary Academy (1926); and also nominated for the Nobel Prize in Literature four times."Stehr is capable as devisor of illuminating the greatness and the secret of creation more than any contemporary and like only a few writers before him." - Ernst Alker

Imprisoned in a lunatic asylum, Professor Karl Barkentin writes the confession of how he came to murder his wife.I watched Lilli wordlessly for quite some time, and then - then it climbed up in me for the first time; an uncanny delight beset me with the thought, "If this women were to lie dead before you, then you would be single and rid of all the worrying; death is the actual lover she needs, he will hold her fast and guard her.Georg Julius Leopold Engel (1866-1931) was a German author and dramatist whose works were banned and grave desecrated by the Nazis. A number of his novels were bestsellers, and some were adapted into movies during his own lifetime.

Thus sometimes a man stands and waits for a specific hour when fortune shall come, and at the same time, fortune already stands behind him, and she is a white, rosy-cheeked, wondrous girl who waits with heart pounding for the man to embrace her; and the man does not do it and thinks fortune must first come to him; and then he suddenly hears such a gentle rustling, and when he looks around, then the rosy-cheeked girl of fortune is going from him in tears, and behind him stands Mrs Sorrow with her grey cloak and grins at him and says, "Blockhead, now you can wait a long time for the little girl, but I, my boy, will keep you company for a bit here."