Der Hauptstadtverein Hertha BSC ist zurück auf der großen Fußballbühne. Nach dem Abstieg 2010 schaffte die Mannschaft ein sofortiges und kaum erwartetes Comeback. Die Fans sind begeistert wie schon lange nicht mehr. Dieses kleine Wunder reiht sich ein in eine Historie voller überraschender Wendungen. In den zwanziger Jahren verpasste der Verein mehrmals ganz knapp die Deutsche Meisterschaft und als kaum noch jemand an den Triumph glaubte, holte der Verein den Titel zweimal in Folge. In den achtziger Jahren lag der Verein am Boden, spielte im Amateurlager und schaffte einen furiosen Neubeginn, der ihn bis in die Champions League führte. Michael Jahn hat sein Standardwerk zur Geschichte der Hertha nun in dritter Auflage grundlegend überarbeitet und aktualisiert. Es bleibt eine Liebeserklkärung, die keine Fragen offen lässt (Fußballwoche).
I'm a reporter, photographer, and professional novelist. A newspaperman's son, I began my daily newspaper career at The New York Times, where I was hired in 1968 to cover the music beat (folk, blues, and rock), making me the first full-time rock journalist for major media.
That made me well-enough known (or notorious, maybe) so that a few years on I switched to writing fiction, mostly detective novels, and have published 50 books, one of which won the prestigious Edgar Award.
In reviewing "Night Rituals" (1982), the New Yorker wrote that "Jahn writes with a flourish that is entirely his own." And they didn't say "and he can keep it too" so I've been using that quote ever since.
Right now (2012) I'm publishing Kindle editions of my critically acclaimed Bill Donovan Mysteries, which I published from 1982 to 2008. Up so far: "Murder in Coney Island," "Murder in Central Park," "Murder on Theatre Row," "Murder on the Waterfront," and "Murder at the Cathedral of St. John the Divine" (originally published as "City of God"). My Edgar winner, "The Quark Maneuver," also is up in Kindle.
I've begun writing a memoir, not so much of me but of my very unusual ancestors, who had this Forest Gumpian ability to find themselves standing next to fame or infamy. An ancestor on the Spanish side, a sailor, went to Japan with Perry, fought in the Civil War under Farragut (and, I like to think, was the man the Admiral was thinking about when he hollered "Damn the torpedoes ... full speed ahead!"), and later helped rescue a man-eating meteorologist who was frozen in the Arctic ice. My newspaperman dad survived a car chase with Dutch Schultz and drank bourbon on a transcontinental train with Harry Truman.
I'll write about all this stuff. Wouldn't you? The working title is "Told to Me by a Sailor who Died (I'll Never Know if the Bastard Lied)."