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Im September 2012 war John Green auf großer Lesereise in Deutschland und las unter anderem beim Harbour Front Festival in Hamburg aus seinem Roman "Das Schicksal ist ein mieser Verräter". Moderiert wurde die Veranstaltung von Christoph Bungartz, die deutschen Passagen las Jodie Ahlborn.

Mehr über das Buch erfahren Sie hier: und auf der deutschen Facebookseite
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HAMBURG 12.09.2012

(crowd cheering)
Host: John Green has been introduced, and by your cheering I understand that we don't need to introduce him any further to you. He is one of the most successful young adult novelists of our time. The new book, we will hear more about this evening, is certainly more than a young adult book. Maybe his past books were that also. The Fault in our Stars is a book for all classes of age, because it's a book about the great questions in life, it's about life and death. But it's told in an unusual way, that is charming and fantastic. It's certainly much more than what you would normally call a young adult novel in which adults would say: "That's nothing for us".
I think now it's the time that we should get an impression of what this tone sounds like and I would just like you to read a curtain part of Chapter Number One and you will all soon find out this is not only a book about cancer.

John: So Hazel and Augustus are in this support group for kids with cancer, that's... the leader of this group, the only adult in this room, is this guy Patrick who had testicular... I don't know, you guys, you just like Patrick? A bunch of Patrick fans? He had testicular cancer and he recovered and she is very resentful of him and there's a new boy in support group and he is starring at Hazel.

I pulled out my phone and clicked it so it would display the time: 4:59. The circle filled in with the unlucky twelve-to-eighteens, and then Patrick started us out with the serenity prayer: God, grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change, the courage to change the things I can, and the wisdom to know the difference. The guy was still staring at me. I felt rather blushy.

Finally, I decided that the proper strategy was to stare back. Boys do not have a monopoly on the Staring Business, after all. So I looked him over as Patrick acknowledged for the thousandth time his ball-lessness etc., and soon it was a staring contest. After a while the boy smiled, and then finally his blue eyes glanced away. When he looked back at me, I flicked my eyebrows up to say, I win.

He shrugged. Patrick continued and then finally it was time for the introductions. "Isaac, perhaps you'd like to go first today. I know you're facing a challenging time."

"Yeah," Isaac said. "I'm Isaac. I'm seventeen. And it's looking like I have to get surgery in a couple weeks, after which I'll be blind. Not to complain or anything because I know a lot of us have it worse, but yeah, I mean, being blind does sort of suck. My girlfriend helps, though. And friends like Augustus." He nodded toward the boy, who now had a name. "So, yeah," Isaac continued. He was looking at his hands, which he'd folded into each other like the top of a tepee. "There's nothing you can do about it."

"We're here for you, Isaac," Patrick said. "Let Isaac hear it, guys." And then we all, in a monotone, said, "We're here for you, Isaac."

There were five others before they got to him. He smiled a little when his turn came. His voice was low, smoky, and dead sexy. "My name is Augustus Waters," he said. "I'm seventeen. I had a little touch of osteosarcoma a year and a half ago, but I'm just here today at Isaac's request."

"And how are you feeling?" asked Patrick.

"Oh, I'm grand." Augustus Waters smiled with a corner of his mouth. "I'm on a roller coaster that only goes up, my friend."

When it was my turn, I said, "My name is Hazel. I'm sixteen. Thyroid with mets in my lungs. I'm okay."

I looked over to Augustus Waters, he looked back at me. You could almost see through his eyes, they were so blue.

"There will come a time," I said, "when all of us are dead. All of us. There will come a time when there are no human beings remaining to remember that anyone ever existed or that our species ever did anything. There will be no one left to remember Aristotle or Cleopatra, let alone you. Everything that we did and built and wrote and thought and discovered will be forgotten and all of this will have been for naught."

We will skip ahead to Hazel and Augustus talking. Augustus walks up to Hazel in the church.

"Literally," he said.

"Literally?" I asked.

"We are literally in the heart of Jesus," he said. "I thought we were in a church basement, but we are literally in the heart of Jesus."

"Someone should tell Jesus," I said. "I mean, it's gotta be dangerous, storing children with cancer in your heart."

"I would tell Him myself," Augustus said, "but unfortunately I am literally stuck inside of His heart, so He won't be able to hear me." I laughed. He shook his head, just looking at me.

"What?" I asked.

"Nothing," he said.

"Why are you looking at me like that?"

Augustus half smiled. "Because you're beautiful. I enjoy looking at beautiful people, and I decided a while ago not to deny myself the simpler pleasures of existence." A brief awkward silence ensued. Augustus plowed through: "I mean, particularly given that, as you so deliciously pointed out, all of this will end in oblivion and everything."

I kind of scoffed or sighed or exhaled in a way that was vaguely coughy and then said, "I'm not beau..."

"You're like a millennial Natalie Portman. Like V for Vendetta Natalie Portman."

"Never seen it," I said.

"Really?" he asked. "Pixie-haired gorgeous girl dislikes authority and can't help but fall for a boy she knows is trouble. It's your autobiography, so far as I can tell."

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HAMBURG 12.09.2012