• PATER BROWN ist wieder da!

    Volker Brandt sprach den pfiffigen Pater von 2004 bis 2013 in 48 Hörspielen des MARITIM-Verlages.
    Diese erschienen zunächst als Einzelveröffentlichungen (die letzte Folge war die Nummer 27 „Penelope“ im Jahr 2010). Anschließend folgten 21 weitere Folgen, verteilt auf verschiedene Boxen exklusiv bei WELTBILD. Alle 48 Hörspiele werden (in Form von 3er Boxen) in den kommenden Monaten bei WinterZeit AUDIOBOOKS neu aufgelegt. Allesamt restored und remastered. Mit neuer Musik und teilweise neuen Effekten. Aber damit nicht genug. Am 24.06.2016 erscheint mit „Die Henkersmahlzeit“ der erste neue Fall des Paters. MARITIM hat mit der Produktion neuer PATER BROWN Hörspiele im alten Stil (und natürlich wieder mit Volker Brandt) begonnen. Und wir freuen uns, diese als CD auflegen und ein weiteres Kapitel dieser Erfolgsgeschichte mitschreiben zu dürfen.

  • Hier spricht EDGAR WALLACE…

    Es ist soweit. Endlich kehrt eine der besten Hörspielserien unserer Kindheit zurück.

    Die EDGAR WALLACE Hörspiele von Hans-Joachim Herwald werden von uns – in Zusammenarbeit mit dem MARITIM-Verlag – als CD neu aufgelegt.
    Am 01.Juli 2016 erscheinen die beiden ersten Episoden „Der Zinker“ und „Der Frosch mit der Maske“.
    Zu diesem Zweck wurden die Hörspiele sorgfältig von alten LPs (leider sind ausgerechnet von dieser Kultserie keine Original-Masterbänder mehr aufzutreiben gewesen) digitalisiert und remastered.
    Auch die Covermotive wurden anhand der großformatigen Vinyl-Cover überarbeitet. Das ganze Layout der Re-Releases folgt den alten Langspielplatten-Veröffentlichungen der 1980er Jahre. Farbverläufe, Aufbau der Rückseite, das Label der CD – unsere Grafiker haben sich größte Mühe gegeben, so nah ans Original zu kommen, wie nur möglich. Wir hoffen, dass wir Nostalgikern und Sammlern mit dieser aufwendigen Wiederveröffentlichung eine Freude bereiten.

    Es ist unmöglich, von EDGAR WALLACE nicht gefesselt zu sein.

  • Ten Most Influential Personal Style Bloggers Right Now

    One morning, when Gregor Samsa woke from troubled dreams, he found himself transformed in his bed into a horrible vermin. He lay on his armour-like back, and if he lifted his head a little he could see his brown belly, slightly domed and divided by arches into stiff sections.

    The bedding was hardly able to cover it and seemed ready to slide off any moment. His many legs, pitifully thin compared with the size of the rest of him, waved about helplessly as he looked. „What’s happened to me? “ he thought. It wasn’t a dream.

    His room, a proper human room although a little too small, lay peacefully between its four familiar walls. A collection of textile samples lay spread out on the table – Samsa was a travelling salesman – and above it there hung a picture that he had recently cut out of an illustrated magazine and housed in a nice, gilded frame.

    It showed a lady fitted out with a fur hat and fur boa who sat upright, raising a heavy fur muff that covered the whole of her lower arm towards the viewer. Gregor then turned to look out the window at the dull weather. Drops of rain could be heard hitting the pane, which made him feel quite sad.

    „How about if I sleep a little bit longer and forget all this nonsense“, he thought, but that was something he was unable to do because he was used to sleeping on his right, and in his present state couldn’t get into that position. However hard he threw himself onto his right, he always rolled back to where he was.

    He must have tried it a hundred times, shut his eyes so that he wouldn’t have to look at the floundering legs, and only stopped when he began to feel a mild, dull pain there that he had never felt before. „Oh, God“, he thought, „what a strenuous career it is that I’ve chosen! Travelling day in and day out.

    Doing business like this takes much more effort than doing your own business at home, and on top of that there’s the curse of travelling, worries about making train connections, bad and irregular food, contact with different people all the time so that you can never get to know anyone or become friendly with them. It can all go to Hell!

    “ He felt a slight itch up on his belly; pushed himself slowly up on his back towards the headboard so that he could lift his head better; found where the itch was, and saw that it was covered with lots of little white spots which he didn’t know what to make of; and when he tried to feel the place with one of his legs he drew it quickly back because as soon as he touched it he was overcome by a cold shudder. He slid back into his former position.

    „Getting up early all the time“, he thought, „it makes you stupid. You’ve got to get enough sleep. Other travelling salesmen live a life of luxury. For instance, whenever I go back to the guest house during the morning to copy out the contract, these gentlemen are always still sitting there eating their breakfasts. I ought to just try that with my boss; I’d get kicked out on the spot.

    But who knows, maybe that would be the best thing for me. If I didn’t have my parents to think about I’d have given in my notice a long time ago, I’d have gone up to the boss and told him just what I think, tell him everything I would, let him know just what I feel. He’d fall right off his desk! And it’s a funny sort of business to be sitting up there at your desk, talking down at your subordinates from up there, especially when you have to go right up close because the boss is hard of hearing. Well, there’s still some hope; once I’ve got the money together to pay off my parents‘ debt to him – another five or six years I suppose – that’s definitely what I’ll do. That’s when I’ll make the big change.