Sublime

It was probably just as well. The man was Max Ernst, not merely an artist whose work Joe admired but a committed anti-fascist, public enemy of the Nazis, and fellow exile.

“You were frustrated,” Sammy said. “You wanted to get your hands on some real Germans.” Joe didn’t say anything for so long that he could feel his silence beginning to speak to Sammy. “Huh,” he said finally. “You killed Germans?” “One,” Joe said. “It was an accident.” “Did you—did it make you feel—” “It made me feel like the worst man in the world.

and his own brother Alfred, Lehmann believed that there was no future for Jews in Germany, and that Western Jewry must renew itself by reconnecting with the masses of Eastern Jewry, with their traditions and rituals.

Under Kornblum’s tutelage, Josef began to learn the rigorous trade of the Ausbrecher from the lips of one of its masters. At the age of fourteen, he had decided to consecrate himself to a life of timely escape.

In the war zone sweet, slovenly, unwashed little Lina with her tear-stained face, advanced alone, Prince of Homburg style:10 My noble uncle Frederick of Mark Brandenburg! Natalie! Hold, hold! O God of Heaven and Earth, now he is quite undone, no matter, no matter! She shot off, making a bee-line for the stand of the white-haired man. Franz, long-su

Those who make their living flirting with catastrophe develop a faculty of pessimistic imagination, of anticipating the worst, that is often all but indistinguishable from clairvoyance. Kornblum knew at once that his unexpected visitor must be Josef Kavalier, and his heart sank. He had heard months ago that the boy was withdrawing from art school a

He calls Big Al, Omar, and Miss Blossom to gather around him, then raises the key high in the air and swears a sacred oath to devote himself to secretly fighting the evil forces of the Iron Chain, in Germany or wherever they raise their ugly heads, and to working for the liberation of all who toil in chains—as the Escapist. The sound of their raise