k.r. cohen

What kind of a man is Rolf Rote? Well, for a start, he is most definitely not a loafer. Nor is he a glutton. Or for that matter a tactless bore. In point of fact, and simply because he himself proclaims these things, he is an artist, an architect, and of course, an aesthete. And while he hasn't had any paid work in the last ten years, what's most important is that a stipend from his late mother's estate allows him the freedom to work on his personal projects. Projects which will, assuredly, and in due time, startle and astonish the world.
And yet, as the autumn of his youth is approaching, a number of spanners are appearing in his works which have absolutely no business being there. It is becoming clear that he must use his more than meagre talents and far from rudimentary social skills to remove these encumbrances.
Join him on the helter-skelter and bask in the splendour of eighty diverting illustrations!