Biography

"Every time I sit at my computer to start writing, I gently place my fingertips on the keyboard and instantly feel like a pianist"


Born in Perú, Ritti Soncco spent her childhood in Nigeria, Africa, where she began to write and perform. After attending university in London, UK, she worked at SWR Television in southern Germany. As of 2010, Ritti Soncco works as a writer, performer and independent filmmaker.

 

The winter of 2008 saw the production of her first play, The Garden of Beautiful Lies. It was performed as a monologue at the theater in der westentasche (stage design by Christoph Dannowski, directed by Thomas Dentler) and was praised by the press.

 

In 2009, a collection of short stories entitled Overripe Fruits, with illustrations by the artist Mark Klawikowski, was self-published. This poetic little book is sold at readings and performances. In 2010, the novel Qayqa and the episodic book The Double Closet were completed, and they are now looking for a publisher . . .  In 2011, Ritti Soncco began work on her second novel Munay and is collaborating with the artists Andreas Usenbenz and Mark Klawikowski to transform The Double Closet into an audio book.

 

Ritti Soncco gives spoken word performances and has acted in several award winning short films. She is an aerial artist trainer at the Circus Serrando and loves plants.

 

 

Radio free FM :: Ritti Soncco zu Gast by rittisoncco

 

 

Ritti Soncco's YouTube Channel:
the performances, the short films


News & Events

 

Dec 2

Ritti Soncco will be traveling through Perú until the end of February 2012 to collect information for her next novel. Follow her writing journey on her blog http://rittisoncco.wordpress.com !

 

 

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Ritti Soncco´s BlogFeder

new short stories & anecdotes every week

Delightfully Bad Blogging

No, we are not throwing my beloved blog to the dogs. It’s been challenging keeping the blog alive while on the road, mostly because when you’re on the road, well, you’re On The Road. You’re spending 12 hours on a night bus freezing and worrying because the bus is rocking to and fro like a boat on the high seas and you know that on either side of this narrow dirt road is a 1000 meter drop down the legendary Andes. Or you’re trying to get on a boat to see the islands of Lake Titicaca but the boat engine goes up in smoke five minutes after boarding.

Or you ate fish after midday and nursed the worst stomach ache of your life for two weeks, during which everything else (even the blog) can go straight to hell. You’re trying to find a ladder so that you can break into your hostel room at 7 in the morning after New Year’s Eve, because the hostel staff lost your key, have no spare or master key (“What’s that?”), and are calling you a liar in Quechua. You’re standing on the side of the road at 11 at night, sadly watching a stranger drive off with everything you own because you put your rucksack in the boot of his car, and the switch to open it broke. So you tried to dismantle the car with friendly, but drunk strangers (one of which keeps serenading the event and demanding payment for his singing afterwards), and you now know how to remove the backseat of a car. You also know about the gallon of gas right behind that backseat, which will blow if you – or any of your new drunk friends – keep rattling at it so hard...

 

Continue reading on Her Blog  rittisoncco.wordpress.com

 

 

 

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