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Good book and learned a lot although not sure how much I could remember😅😅

So interesting. Scholarly, but not dry. Jahner asserts that the majority of Germans immediately following WWII saw themselves to be victims, “and thus had the dubious good fortune of not having to think about the real ones.” Book shown underneath is the amazing graphic memoir Belonging by Nora Krug.

“There were 40 cubic metres of rubble for each surviving resident of Dresden.”

@Suet624 Look what Robert got in the mail today! He is so kindly sharing this book with me.The preface has me hooked. Non-fiction takes me forever to read so not sure how long this will take me.

#bookmail Very much looking forward to reading these. Both were on the 2021 Baillie Gifford Prize shortlist.

Racconto breve, ma capace di trasportare nelle emozioni di un taglialegna di altri tempi, in rapporto con la natura e l'umanità.

This book took a little getting into but eventually gripped me as the slow, tantalising reveal progressed. It is the plot that intrigues rather than the writing delights as it is, at times, a little lacklustre. I love that you don't know exactly what's going on or if the characters are who or what they say they are. It shows the destruction of war but also the things that survive war - love, loyalty, resilience and ... revenge!

This one next. Though I'm not sure if can start it straight away as I'm still a bit stunned by the last one (Tin Man).

The publication of Primo Levi's book- the description of his year as a slave labourer for IG Farben in Monowitz, Auschwitz - is going to become a reality.

On 11 October, it comes out in a print run of 2500. Cheap paper, no advertising campaign to speak of, but at least it is there. Turin's middle classes show some interest; the odd review is written. And that is that. Nothing more. The book vanishes. The testimony remains unheard.

'My presence is a borrowed presence. There is no room for me on these pavements. This world, where I have made a surprising appearance, has not been waiting for me. It was complete without me-it is complete without me. It is a world where I am not, and I grasp it in my own absence.'
(Simone de Beauvoir in Chicago)

Photo of Chicago via Reddit.