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from the slow gaze of melancholy youths leaning against a wall, the shadow of some as yet undefined ill fortune had followed them around, like something without a shape, and they could glimpse it in a pair of eyes that flashed up at them, or a movement here or there that would betray its presence as admonitory, inevitable. And just to crown all this the incident last ...

Goes on and on what the fuck

Wtf are these sentences?

"Because ever since they had been released to take a deep breath of the air of liberty and to cover every inch of those dusty streets and neglected parks, the sight of homesteads declining into autumnal yellow made them feel practically newborn, and they had taken strength from the sleepy expressions of the men and women they passed, from their bowed heads would be a waste of time ...

Too much packed in, so far, along with obstinate characters. Fun though, in a distracted sort of way.

I always feel disappointed when a well built up horror tale turns to the supernatural for explanations. Just feels like copping out. Real people who want to kill you are always more dangerous than this supernatural thing ordaining to maybe kill you.

It is rare in life that you reach page 501 of a book and realize that you are just about half way in.

#ilovebigbooksandIcannotlie

About 50 pages per day. Stalingrad. Horror upon horror.

Had an anxiety attack while reading this last night.

In Stalingrad now. my first book on Stalingrad.

Mama! Ya ne khachu! Ya ne khachu! Mama! Ya khachu domoi!

It felt like a giddy adventure at the start, now it has moved into bureaucracy. Just read through a 50 page discussion on whether some mountain tribes should be classified as jews. Back and forth between the Wehrmacht and the SS.

Spooked!

This is an adventure! A horrific adventure!

Emil Borkhausen and Enno Kluge are two of the ugliest, dirtiest characters in fiction. Such unlikely criminals, and yet so real. You are half sympathizing and half disgusted at them. I caught myself wishing I was the Gestapo inspector to beat the shit out of the two.

It is an incredible experience, reading this book. The fear, the terror in everyday things is manifest in just a few words. It is an incredibly cinematic book, such that you FEEL everything.

It is an incredibly paced book too, chapter-by-chapter you move through characters but none of it is exposition. You are introduced, a thought is suggested.

Amazing to believe so much adrenaline injected in such a simple book

"That is the tale; the rest is detail."

I am sorry, but world war 2 atrocities in other parts of the war theater, sound jokingly light when you have read about the Germans and the KL.

Hurtling towards the end of the war. Dread.