"Of course I had to end up here . . ." Over ten rainy nights, Thomas, an
ex-bargeman who used to be skipper of his own boat, walks the muddy
fields of the landlocked German interior and remembers the events that
lost him his home, his boat, and his livelihood: his apprenticeship in
the cold halls of the Royal Naval College in London; the dangers of the
mean streets and waterfront of New York in the 1970s, and Poland under
martial law; Germany after the reunification, when for a year or so it
seemed that the whole country drifted rudderless, drawn by the current
of history to who knows where. In this novel from Gert Loschütz, Thomas
remembers childhood, his first love, and the warnings of his
grandfather: Beware the dark company! This mysterious band of men and
women dressed in black cast a shadow over his story, as he wrestles with
the secrets, the unplumbed depths of his soul, the hazards lurking below
a seemingly placid surface, and throughout it all, the rain, falling
night after night. Dark Company is a superb example of a distinctly
German tradition in weird fiction which claims its roots in Kafka and
Herbert Rosendorfer.