There is at this stage only one technical difficulty that periodically
confronts us. The fires so hot you cant get near it, nicht?
Now I ask you, this is really priceless, this is, this really takes the cake.
All of a sudden the phones jumping off the hoo
situation of the Sonder?
For a few moments I read on in silence, or I dragged my sight down the
rest of the page . . .
A certain young Polish woman made a very short but fiery speech in the gas chamber . . . She
condemned the Nazi crimes and oppression an
him. Just read.
And there a girl of five stood and undressed her brother who was one year
old. One from the Kommando came to take off the boys clothes. The girl
shouted loudly, Be gone, you Jewish murderer! Dont lay your hand,
dripping with Jewish blood,
to it and have not gone mad, and we talk and we talk. In the Kommando,
hugely expanded for the current collaboration, about five per cent belong to
this category say forty men. And in the bunkroom we gather a little way
apart, usually around dawn, with ou
wide ladders and the hoists they load the great lattice, then they withdraw to
their wheeled towers and feed the fire, do you understand, by tossing in the
pieces, sometimes by the bucketful. These towers rock like dark-age siege
At night the tra
And I was thinking: I am someone caught between the devil and the deep
blue sea. On the one hand, the Economic Administration Head Office is
always after me to do everything I can to swell the labour strength (for the
munitions industries); on the other,
she? I dont know, sir.
Still in Litzmannstadt?
I dont know, sir. Pardon, sir, but did they see about the
excavator? Forget about the excavator. Its a wreck.
And theyre to be carefully counted. Understand?
After a major Aktion we typically receive a fifth of vodka or schnapps, five
cigarettes, and a hundred grams of sausage made from bacon, veal, and pork
suet. While we are not always sober, we are never hungry and we are never
cold, at least not at night.
Smoking cigarillos, and drinking kir from conical glasses, we looked out at
Kalifornia, which resembled, simultaneously and on a massive compass, an
emptied block-long department store, a wide-spectrum jumble sale, an
auction room, customs house, trade fa
being sick over a ships side.
With their arms swinging. Not just any old corpses either. Starveling
corpses. Covered in shit, and filth, and rags, and gore, and wounds, and boils.
Smashed-up, forty-kilo corpses.
Hardly the height of sophisti
I said, Would you agree that we couldnt treat them any
worse? Oh, come on. We dont eat them.
For a moment I thought about this. Yes, but they wouldnt mind being
eaten. Unless we ate them alive.
No, what we do is make them eat each other. They mind that .
I dont know, brother. Its not an unendearing trait. Now please.
He folded his hands behind his nape and his lips slowly parted. Its funny,
isnt it, with the French. Dont you find, Golo? You cant quite rid yourself of
the idea that
listened to 1 of the old hands. For example, Szmul.
Oh, Christ, what am I going on about? If Horst Blobel meant what he said,
then the whole bloody lot of themll all have to come up anyway.
I see Id better have a brood about this. Ill sleep in the dressin
Miss Kubis. Take a postcard, if you would.
Fifteen years old, and Sephardic, I thought (the Levantine colouring), and
finely and tautly made, and athletic, she somehow managed to trudge, to clump
into the room; it was almost satirical, her leadenness of g
That had been two months ago, and now they were standing in the cold on their roof, and that window was their only
hope. Fuck, fuck, he groaned. His head hurt. Just tell me how to do it, and Ill open it.
Its too difficult, Jude said. By now they had forgo
I closed the windows before we came up here, Jude admitted in a small voice, and Willem knew that meant hed also
locked them, because he locked anything that could be: doors, windows, closets. It was reflexive for him. The bedroom
windows lock was broken,
But Jude didnt. Fuck! He couldnt help himself. Everything felt so wrong. He couldnt
look at Jude. He blamed him, which was unfair. He blamed himself, which was more fair but
which made him feel worse. Whos got their phone? But idiotically, no one had his
He slouched into the chair across from him. Whatre you doing?
Jude didnt look up. Making more gougres, he said, calmly. One of the batches I made yesterday isnt quite right.
No ones going to fucking care, Jude, he said meanly, and then, barreling helpless
as a troll. Four years ago, he and JB were sharing an apartment and attending graduate school, and Jude, who had
remained in Boston for law school, had come down to visit them. It had been night then, too, and there had been a locked
bathroom door, and hi
They were lucky then, both of them, that Malcolm and JB returned before they had to
continue talking, but not before Willem heard Jude begin to ask Why are And although he
never finished his sentence (and indeed, didnt speak to Willem once throughout dinn
They were quiet again. Somewhere along the way, he knew, it had been silently decided among the three of them that he
would be primarily responsible for Jude, and this, he recognized, was Malcolms way of presenting him with a difficulty that
needed a solu
stairs, pausing at landings to listen. She hurried to the car without leaving a note. Her windshield
wipers were useless against the squall that had blown up. It was to be a rough ride back on the
ferry. She would spend it locked in the lavatory, kneeling
that it let Daddy feel he was being more solicitous toward their feelings than he actually was. He
didnt believe in feelings, reallynot even his own. It was almost an ideology with him now.
Regan had seen him cry only once over her mothers death, and then
And how could she have failed to notice before how suitable L. really was, in his generic way, the summer-tanned calves
beneath his rolled khakis bursting into motion, churning up the sand like a million fragments of light? Then again, maybe
Under the hot water, time moved too fast and not fast enough. She couldnt decide if she wanted the luncheon expedition
to stay away or come back. She would get out once the air temperature of the bathroom matched the warmth of her skin.
L. caught her in t
the ocean first. Although its always a daunting task to bring two families together, well have all our friends and
colleagues to help. I couldnt imagine lovelier people to celebrate with, and we certainly look forward to seeing you all at the
have to talk to your father about it.
Regan stormed into the hall. They were getting rid of Doonie now, too? Indecent, was what it was. Shed nearly forgotten
her purpose in coming here when she entered the unlit living room and saw the silhouette facing t
to look out for. This is her birthday were celebrating.
I mean I reckon hes assuming because were around the same age You think hes
setting us up?
At which they both laughed again, anxious. That should have been out of the question, L. said. His father wa
young man of his idiosyncrasies. Friday afternoons, the boys whod behaved were bused
thirty-five miles east to metro Boston, where for a few hours they were free to walk around
Harvard Square and breathe the air into which, God willing, they might one day
If hed known exactly how long it would be before he was back on these streets, he might
have wanted to itemize things even more minutely, but to act in some valedictory way would be
to make real to himself what he was doing, and if he did that, he might n