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272 pages, Paperback
First published January 1, 2000
I know that people regarded me in those days as many things: a bare-faced liar; an enigma; or a kind of Displaced Person like the ones in the camps. But what I felt like was a chrysalis, neither bug nor butterfly, something in between, closed, secretive, and inside some great transformation under way as the world itself - in that strangest of eras just after the war was over - was metamorphosing into something else, which was neither the war nor a return to what had gone before.