Mac Conin, born in 1961, lives in Cologne. He has about as much interest in carnival as he does in books without substance. After more than three decades in the advertising industry, where he learned to observe precisely and get to the point, he now devotes himself to writing.

His texts are born out of observation, listening, and an interest in the absurdities of everyday life. Characters and stories should feel real, not smooth or pleasing, but close to life. Life itself is absurd enough.