Virginia Woolf said publish nothing before age 30. John Keats was dead at 25. Sienna Miller, often among the sagest of voices ringing out from the cacophony of contemporary literature, perhaps said it best: “If anyone’s twenties are documented, it’s not always going to be pretty.”
On Thursday, November 21st at 8pm, join us for Berlin Under 30, a reading of writers who may or may not know what the hell they’re talking about. Bring your friends, bring your rapidly fluctuating feelings of absolute certainty and debilitating self-doubt, bring your beer money—it’s going to be fun.