Librería: World of Books (was SecondSale), Montgomery, IL, Estados Unidos de America
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Idioma: Inglés
Publicado por Open Letter, Rochester, New York, U.S.A., 2009
ISBN 10: 1934824143 ISBN 13: 9781934824146
Librería: Second Site Books, Chicago, IL, Estados Unidos de America
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Añadir al carritoSoft cover. Condición: Fine. . Sergeant Gauthier Bachmann is the perfect Nazi soldier. But after a horrifying defeat at Voroshenko, where most of his Eighth Hessian Infantry Regiment was slaughtered in a single instant, Bachmann was declared mentally unfit to serve. Incapable of accepting this judgment, and of returning to his girlfriend and a quiet life as a gold- and silversmith, Bachmann wanders the war-ravaged countryside, trying to find a way to rejoin his regiment, or any regiment, and return to the front. While trying to find his regiment and come to terms with the horrors he has seen and committed, the increasingly unstable Bachmann is manipulated by a series of figures from the underbelly of war's underbelly--deserters and collaborators, corrupt officers and sexual predators--who induce him to carry out their venal missions, which they've justified against the background of institutionalized murder going on all around them. Containing dark echoes of Jaroslav Hasek's The Good Soldier Svejk, Jakov Lind's Landscape in Concrete is an "astonishing and highly original imagining of (the) dimensions of evil including sadistic cruelty, of the condition of being a victim and the madness abroad which constitutes the virtual victory of Hitler if we fail to translate survival into freedom" (Anthony Rudolf). When you lose your way in the Ardennes, you're lost. What use are plans and prayers. A landscape without faces is like air nobody breathes. A landscape in itself is nothing. The country through which German Sergeant Gauthier Bachmann was making his way on the second Monday before Easter was green but lifeless. [. . .] And then the unexpected happened. From a hole in the ground no bigger than a fox's burrow popped acreature with his finger pressed to his lips. Pst, pst, he went, and a man, small, dark, and skinny, crawled out of the hole, shook his fist in Bachmann's stomach and yelled: You're caving in my entrance, you damn fool. Get away from me, you! Bachmann was scared stiff. He hauled off and poked his stick into the ghost's side. It writhed with pain and made faces. You've hurt my kidney, the critter whimpered. Good, said Bachmann and got ready to strike again. Then it dawned on him: the ghost spoke his mother tongue. You're not a mole? Me a mole? Are you crazy? I'm a German. A German? Bachmann wasn't going to be made a fool of. He was delirious with hunger. In such a state, he knew, all sorts of things can happen. The critter held his side and limped around him in a circle. You're a liar! Whish! He tried to shoo him away, but the little fellow kept nimbly beyond his reach. Whish, Bachmann went, get away! He spun around, brandishing the stick. How can it be a German? Must be some cross between a man and a beast, like those mongrels that sometimes get born in out-of-the-way places. But I am a German. We talk the same language, don't we? The argument had its effect. Standing by the entrance to the burrow, Bachmann lifted his right boot. Don't, the other cried out. Don't do it! That's my home! His home? ran through Bachmann's head, then he must be lying. That's no kind of home for a human being. He brought his right boot down with full force. The boot vanished in the ground. The construction was frail, further proof that the whole thing must be a trap. [. . .] What's your name? Xavier Schnotz, my company is over there. He pointed in the direction from which Bachmann had come. You know that?Bachmann was amazed. You know that and you stay here? I didn't see a thing. I haven't met a soul in a whole month. If it weren't for the planes, I'd have thought I was dead long ago. The Elysian fields. Don't insult the fields, said Schnotz. Without these fields I'd have been dead long ago. Do you realize how warm it is down there? No. Plenty warm. You're a stinker. You've wrecked my house. But I won't go with you. If you keep on going, you'll be at the border by tonight. Without me. I'm staying here until it's over. Have to dig myself a new hole.
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Librería: Jake's Place Books, Clarksville, TN, Estados Unidos de America
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Añadir al carritoSoft cover. Condición: As New. Like new condition.
Idioma: Inglés
Publicado por Open Letter, Rochester, 2009
ISBN 10: 1934824143 ISBN 13: 9781934824146
Librería: Daedalus Books, Portland, OR, Estados Unidos de America
Miembro de asociación: CBA
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Añadir al carritoPaperback. Condición: Near Fine. First Edition. A nice, bright copy. ; Open Letter Modern Classics; 5.46 X 0.59 X 8.52 inches; 190 pages.
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Añadir al carritoPaperback. Condición: Brand New. 190 pages. 8.50x5.50x0.50 inches. In Stock.
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Añadir al carritoCondición: New. pp. xvi + 190.
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Añadir al carritoCondición: New. Num Pages: 200 pages. BIC Classification: FA. Category: (G) General (US: Trade). Dimension: 216 x 140 x 15. Weight in Grams: 281. . 2009. Paperback. . . . .
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Añadir al carritoCondición: New. Num Pages: 200 pages. BIC Classification: FA. Category: (G) General (US: Trade). Dimension: 216 x 140 x 15. Weight in Grams: 281. . 2009. Paperback. . . . . Books ship from the US and Ireland.
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Añadir al carritoCondición: New.
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Añadir al carritoPaperback. Condición: New.
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Añadir al carritoCondición: New. Über den AutorJakov Lind was born in Vienna and survived the Second World War by fleeing into Germany, where he disguised himself as a Dutch deckhand. Regarded in his lifetime as a successor to Beckett and Kafka, Lind.
Idioma: Inglés
Publicado por Open Letter Books Mär 2009, 2009
ISBN 10: 1934824143 ISBN 13: 9781934824146
Librería: AHA-BUCH GmbH, Einbeck, Alemania
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Añadir al carritoTaschenbuch. Condición: Neu. Neuware - A picaresque, absurd depiction of the perfect Nazi soldier separated from his battalion and manipulated by everybody.
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