Thea Dorn (pseudonym; Christiane Scherer, born July 23, 1970), is a German writer of crime fiction and TV host. She lives and works in Berlin.
Born in Offenbach, Hessen, Dorn was initially trained as a singer, and later studied philosophy and theatrical sciences in Frankfurt and Berlin. She graduated (Magistra) in philosophy with a work on self-deception. She worked as scientific assistant at the Free University of Berlin, then as dramaturge and writer at the Staatstheater Hannover. Thea Dorn's pseudonym alludes to Theodor Adorno, whose works she read and found hard to understand. (See the interview on Adorno.) After receiving her M. A. in philosophy, she became a freelance writer.
In 1995 she released her first book, Berliner Aufklärung, for which she received the Marlowe Prize. For her third book, Die Hirnkönigin, she received the German Crime Fiction Prize 2000. The same year she wrote the theatrical piece Marleni, a staged meeting of Marlene Dietrich and Leni Riefenstahl. This drama premiered on January 15, 2000 in Hamburg at the Deutsches Schauspielhaus.
And now the sun has broken through
It looks like it will stay
Just can't have you comin' home
On such a rainy day
The train is leaving Ellensville
Unless my watch is fast
The kids are comin' home from school
Must be quarter past
So many changes since you've been away
And there's so many things to say
This time around you'll want to stay
'Cuz I've had so many nights to find the way
Even bought that summer cottage yesterday
Pretty soon I'll be close to you
And it will be so good
We'll talk about the part of you
I never understood
And I will take good care of you
And never let you cry
We will look so much in love
To people passing by
So many changes since you've been away
And there's so many things to say
I wrote so many times and more
But the letters still are lying in my drawer
'Cuz the morning mail had left some time before
All the passengers for Allentown wait closer to the track
It's hard for me to realize you're really coming back
The crossing gate is coming down I think I see the train
The sun has gone and now my face is wet with heavy rain
The passengers for Allentown are gone
The train is slowly moving on
But I can't see you anyplace
And I know for sure I'd recognize your face