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“As you see me, I’m on my way to Corfu . . . for the present. The season begins before times become intolerable for me at the Ehrenberg house.”
“No one is demanding,” replied Frau Ehrenberg gently,…
Café Sport is another scene. A scene, because that is where the artists and intellectuals go to be seen. Taking part is what matters, not winning. It is like sport, which is where the café got its…
Most of the way by tram till outside the city. Endless streets and alleys. But now the last stops come. Here’s the remise, the resting place of these tram cars, where they look like animals in…
A printing error? Are your eyes getting weaker? No! You have read entirely correctly—although you may find this headline irresponsible, although . . . you find no words. Is it not precisely mistrust…
Thus I went to all the tsadikim and I heard what they say in secret, and I also took the letters that they or those who serve them sent to one another and they didn’t see, because by means of the…
Leo was planning to ask his father for money to get his car fixed, perhaps as a birthday present, even though he was sure his parents already had a present for him. Since the family’s return to Vienna…
With every stone that was set in the new barn, another drop of life seemed to ebb from the wife of the randar or tavern keeper. When she looked out at the building, she often said that she would not…
No, Anton Wanzl was not good. He lacked love, he lacked heart. He did only what he thought was clever and sensible. He gave no love and asked for none. He never needed any affection, any tenderness…
Back in Vienna again, on my way home from a visit to the outer districts of the city, I was unexpectedly caught in a heavy shower of rain that sent people running from its wet whiplash to take refuge…
Jakob Fandler took uneasy note of the changes in his son. It was as if a stranger he had known for a long time and then banned from his life, had suddenly shown up and moved in with him. He had…