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- 2024-08-25
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- 552
One of the best written books I’ve read this year. Check the opening paragraph:
Nine months Landsman’s been flopping at the Hotel Zamenhof without any of his fellow residents managing to get themselves murdered. Now somebody has put a bullet in the brain of the occupant of 208, a yid who was calling himself Emanuel Lasker.
Electric. I didn’t even understand half the words (lot of Yiddish terms and slang).
Even the most casual study of the record, Landsman thinks, would show that strange times to be a Jew have almost always been, as well, strange times to be a chicken.