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[…] [I]f suddenly Mexico and Israel went to war, on which side would I fight? My cowardly answer was plain and simple: “I really wasn’t cut out to be a soldier. So on neither one, since I’m a pacifist…
While imprisoned by the Nazis and awaiting her death, Gusta Dawidsohn-Draenger recalls her last supper with other resistance leaders in the Vilna ghetto.
When the fathers of Confederation built this country in 1867, there was universal agreement among all Canadians, English- and French-speaking, that there was no place for the American Dream on the…
I was going to publish this novel under another name.
If I sought to hide its true father, it was not because I was ashamed of the son, but because books with my name on them…
“The comparative image of Natal’ia Rostova and Tat’iana Larina”—indeed, which one of them would have worked better on the Line?
The mid-1990s, the desert, a profitable little newly fledged factory on…
[ . . . ] Got together with Werner this afternoon; he wants me to become active in the [Social Democratic] party. Had a discussion about historical materialism that was quite interesting to me. [ . .…
We learn upon waking that Admiral Esteva was brutally kidnapped during the night by some Germans who apparently forced him onto his plane.
A friend attached to Civil Defense, who was…
More than once I began writing to you, and each time I took my pen in my hand I felt in my inner heart that in writing I will say nothing—to see you face to face, heart to heart, and to fall on each…