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to notice the end of the world

A manor house in East Prussia, paid for by the military salary of the absent owner, an officer. Inside, a Chekhovian personage — the lady of the manor, a languorous Berlin beauty — along with her twelve-year-old son Peter, his tutor, an elderly aunt who oversees the household, two Ukrainian maidser…

—p.160 Not a Novel: A Memoir in Pieces Walter Kempowski’s Novel All for Nothing (158) by Jenny Erpenbeck
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the signs that someone is alive

[...] feeling and desire lead both characters to cross a border. And feeling and desire are, after all, the signs that someone is alive. Never more alive than in the face of death.

—p.153 “Will I Come to a Miserable End?”: On Thomas Mann (147) by Jenny Erpenbeck
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consumption is also a predatory process

When it comes to willing — or the formulation of a wish to will — dictators have an advantage over democratic countries. In Europe, we can agree on what we don’t want, at least not here in our own countries: war, poverty, torture. But what we do want is a question that requires more consideration. …

—p.151 “Will I Come to a Miserable End?”: On Thomas Mann (147) by Jenny Erpenbeck
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Fallada never lacked the courage to reveal what he knew

Fallada is not only the man who writes the forbidden postcards, he is also each person who finds them, who is too afraid to pass them on. He is not only the man who risks his life, but also the man who fails. Fallada clearly knows his way around the dreary apartments of the alcoholics he describes,…

—p.144 Hans Fallada (143) by Jenny Erpenbeck
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this girl is my mask

All right. I want to hide behind the girl, she’s my mask, as you know, the mask I wear so that I can run naked across the playing field. So the girl can’t look like me. And she can’t act as I would act. While I turn a smiling face to the world, a face that always makes me look younger than I really…

—p.81 On The Old Child (67) by Jenny Erpenbeck