Zwischen Helikopter-Anflügen und der anarchischen Lust, ganz anders als andere Eltern sein zuwollen, fügt sich Vater Schumacher in die Rolle des gutgelaunten Dienstleisters, der zuverlässig für Technikspielzeug und Männerwissen, ökonomisches Auskommen und Emotionen sorgt. Herrlich durchgeknallt und brutal ehrlich skizziert Hajo Schumacher das tägliche Glücksdrama zwischen Dürfen, Können und Müssen, ob es um Lego oder Computerspiele geht, um Basecaps oder Weihnachtswahn, Allergien, Elternabende oder Schwimmwettkämpfe. Erziehen ist keine Einbahnstraße. Irgendwann kommt alles zurück.
In this book Hajo Schumacher refers to his family life, his role in the family and how the role of a father changed during the last years. His family consist of him, the father, his wife, part-time mother and part-time psychologist and his two sons, one a teenager, the other in his early twenties.
Well, maybe I should start by saying that I’m normally not a huge fan of humoristic books and especially german ones. I don’t know why but mostly I can’t get the humor and everything seems constructed and boring. Why I picked up this book then, you wonder? Well, my colleague read the book and was psyched. She told me how great and fascinating Hajos story was and that I would missed something if I didn’t pick it up. After her praises I couldn’t resist and bought the audio-version of this book, against all my former beliefs.
It wasn’t as great as I was told but it wasn’t all bad. In some parts the book even made me smile, especially when Hajo spoke about how he disguised himself to follow his son on his way to school, to see that he would safely return home. But the rest was just bland and couldn’t really get me. I’m sorry to say that I often thought of Hajo as a sissy, who’s complaining about his life and his role in the family and never doing something to change it. Instead I even had the feeling that he needed this dependence on his family and was happy that he could complain and take the part of a martyr. After some time that really got on my nerve.
I know the author exaggerated to make it more funny, but the whole book didn’t work for me. I should have listened to my gut and not buy this book. In the near future I’ll pass when my colleague wants to recommend me a book.