Richard David Precht I am not

As I continue writing stories and prepare for a larger project to come to fruition I felt as though today was as good a day as any to relax, edit some personal video, and write a blog entry.  But what to write about…  I could, as I promised a while ago, continue with another post about the writing of a graphic novel, but where’s the fun in that?  After all, my readers love to be lead around like this.  So, I decided to write something a long time coming: I am not Richard David Precht.

I am, however, David Faroz Precht.  And, while I am half-German, I am not this gentleman.

That’s not to say I’m not impressed with Richard’s status.  Today, for the first time, I decided to look him up on wikipedia and read some lovely things about how he’s written two novels and three pieces of non-fiction and even the incredible fact that we were in the same city when he did his fellowship at the Chicago Tribune.

It’s simply that I wanted to clarify my presence here on the internets.  Also, because nearly two years ago I received an email from a great admirer of Richard Precht’s.  After Lindsay decoded the German it was in, I found that the letter was a heart-felt thank you to Richard for writing a book, the title of which we couldn’t figure out.  He talked about his childhood and how reading Richard’s book reminded him of his former life.  The problem was that Lindsay and I were reading it and not Richard David Precht.

There’s no doubt that after I responded, explaining that while I appreciated the letter I was not him, he might have been so timid as to blush or, as so many German’s do, bury his shameful feeling (it’s not shameful) inside.

So, again, I am not Richard David Precht but David Faroz Precht.  I’ve decided to use my middle name for this very reason, to differentiate us.  To make sure this sort of event doesn’t happen again because while I appreciated the email, I felt odd knowing that such confusion were possible.  Also, since I’m also a writer, this sort of thing will undoubtedly happen again.  So why not provide some kind of fail safe?

The next posts will deal with the writing of a graphic novel…I promise… (Since we moved to Seoul, I’ve used emoticons much more…Koreans love emotions)