Joseph Roth: Black and red, death fluttered over them

==== Anti-war essays, poems, short stories and literary excerpts Joseph Roth: His son was dead. His world had ended. ==== Joseph RothThe Radetzky MarchTranslated by Joachim Neugroschel On Saturdays he hunched over huge pious tomes. His silvery beard covered the lower half of the black-printed page. Had he known that his grandson would one day […]

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