When Bob Dylan was looking for a book publisher in Frankfurt at night

Book fair exhibitors are celebrating in his Frankfurt hotel – so is “His Bobness” trying to sell new texts? A post by Dylan on X suggests this. And reveals a lot about the Nobel Prize winner’s taste in books.

The scene is of course wonderful: Bob Dylan returns late to the luxury hotel after a concert, perhaps wants to have a drink in a quiet corner of the bar before retiring – and realizes: the bar is packed, just like the lobby and the hallways and the terrace with the patio heaters. The normal reaction of an ordinary, legendary, shy 83-year-old world pop cultural heritage should now be to pull the brim of his hat a little lower over his face, duck behind the bodyguards – and be quickly escorted to the suite. Barely there, already gone again. Shelter from the storm.