Harlem Holocaust
Maxim Biller
1990
But all this came to an end one night. In almost every one of his novels, Warszawski retells the scene in the winter of 1944 when he came home at three o’clock in the morning, after a night of dancing at the Apollo Theater. He unlocked the door without a sound, so as not to awaken anybody; his “blood was full of syncopations, and his heart was…
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