In case auntie Dodo is dead maybe her children could help you out / point you towards the right people? His dad died / disappeared in the war, didn't he? I think in a small town like Immenstadt you'd find information rather quickly.
Arch, I think this would be such a great thing to do, and you'd write an awesome biography I'm sure. Not sure about "K-Meister" though ... perhaps it could be your working title? Will have to think of something better.
i so hope auntie dodo isnt dead! i was hoping she'd be my auntie too! do you think she had kids? i havent heard of klaus having cousins. i got a dinstinctly childless vibe from her. like that's the whole reason she doted on klaus (aside from him being f***ing adorable). of course, my childless vibes have been wrong before. wouldnt that be wonderful if she had children?!
gee, i dont know, 12". i really want to write this--i want it to be the whole point of my existence--but i'm getting stressed out just thinking about it. because it's not just a matter of how much i want to write it but also how much the universe will accomodate me in writing it. i mean, if you're going to write a biography you have to have all the pieces. and what if there are just too many gaps? what if there is one period where i just cant find ANY information? or what if all klaus' lovely new york friends say to me "honey, (joey always calls me honey in my imagined dealings with him), leave this to a real biographer" and are offended that i had the audacity to think i could be the writer of klaus' life? what if they all shun me because im not hip enough? should i buy some faux leather pants?
but on the other hand, what a great excuse to attempt to insinuate myself into the lives of klaus' friends! suppose they even find my non-professional determination charming?!
and i suppose if im lacking information in some area i can always just write in broad terms about the atmosphere of the place and time in which he was living, or the particular world he was moving in. like, for example, what it was like to grow up as a child in post war germany, something i've often wondered myself. or what the opera scene in berlin in the 70's was like. or the gay scene in berlin in the 70's. or the new wave east village scene. or pre-giuliani new york. gee, i've got a lot of research to do. the important thing is that i dont go about it half-assedly, which is my usual modus operandi.
but i've been thinking also that suppose it's not very interesting? i mean, one would think it would have to be being that it's subject is the most enchanting creature ever to grace this earth, but there's not really any scandal is there? and people like scandal. but even suppose there was some kind of scandal or dirty laundry, i dont think i'd really want to write about it. i have no intention of sullying the name of my sweetie.
another thing i was thinking is that whilst doing research i could keep a journal of what im doing. that way, if the biography fails because there simply isnt enough information, i could instead write a novel about someone trying to write a biography and failing, which to me has a bit of a poetic element to it, and also i would have the benefit of first hand experience. i could even add a little twist whereby it becomes a thriller: let's say, this girl--a real clever thing, we'll say--is trying to write a biography on someone she's obsessed with. so she goes around trying to elicit information from the subjects friends. she imagines that because they were his friends that they should automatically be her friends too. she imagines also that one of them would be happy to give her a blue fuzzy coat that the subject wore, since after all she is writing a biography on him. of course the exchange isnt as simple as all that, she refuses to take no for an answer and we see how she goes about trying to get the coat. will she acquire the famous blue fuzzy and at what cost?!?!? there's no telling!
OR! i could make it a comedy, detailing this girls unsuccesful attempts at writing a biography due to a dire lack of professional know-how and all the cringey, questionable situations she finds herself in. OR! a tragicomedy wherein the girl ends up killing herself when she realizes that no one finds her lack of professional know-how as charming as she does! there are oh SO MANY shapes this novel could take!
what about 'k-kat-klaus-kitty' for the title? i know i wasnt supposed to (because it does sound like something old lady skanky would say) but i liked the name when you said it (he is just SUCH a k-kat-klaus-kitty) and have been secretly calling him that in my head ever since.
