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By Wolfgang Hilbig, Isabel Fargo Cole, László Krasznahorkai

Doppelgängers, a murderer's guilt, pulp noir, fanatical police, and very unlikely romances—these are the items from which German grasp Wolfgang Hilbig builds a divided kingdom fighting its demons. Delving deep into the psyches of either East and West Germany, The Sleep of the Righteous unearths a strong, apocalyptic account of the century-defining nation's trajectory from 1945 to 1989. From a adolescence in a war-scarred business city to wearying exertions as a manufacturing facility stoker, surreal confrontations with the Stasi, and, eventually, a conflicted get away to the West, Hilbig creates a cipher that's instantly himself and such a lot of of his fellow Germans. Evoking the eerie bleakness of movies like Tarkovsky's Stalker and The Lives of Others, this titan of German letters combines the Romanticism of Poe with the absurdity of Kafka to create a visionary, somber assertion at the ravages of heritage and the guarantees of the long run.

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Forgotten conveyances filled with early pears were long since rotting in the remote shadow of the washhouse by the time the middle and late varieties occupied the front of the yard . . the pavement turned into a swamp of yellow sweetness, honey and syrup oozed out between the disintegrating wagon slats and sank into the gutters in sluggish streams. The buckets rusted, and the baskets seemed to float in one great pond of glistening molasses that made the yard impassible. The invincible fruit, having made a laughingstock of the juicer and its inventor, suddenly began to flow of its own accord, for its own pleasure the mead of the fruit juices flowed and seemed to set even the containers to melting; the fruit washed the yard with a glaze reflecting gigantic swarms of wasps and flies that alone knew no fear of earthly sweetness and whose hordes did not retreat until the juices had turned to vinegar.

The sedate, brassy clanging when the red and white gates were cranked down—a sour note made by a tiny hammer striking the inside wall of a shallow, bowl-like mold—was, in a way, the town’s death knell, for past the railroad crossing, at least on the right side, lay vast fields of rubble with looming black beams and ruined walls: the remains of munitions factories where concentration camp inmates had labored in wartime. Our part of the street had not been paved yet, except for the narrow sidewalks outside the two rows of apartment blocks.

Oh, it was in vain that I stole downstairs, in my nightshirt spattered through by sticky juice, to join forces with the goats and pigs against the hostile power: by opening the gate and loosing them upon the freight of fruit . . when I was punished for it, it was not because I had imperiled the harvest, but because I had nearly wiped out the domestic animals with diarrhea. — By day, in the still-blazing sun, the fruits finished ripening in the yard . . forgotten conveyances filled with early pears were long since rotting in the remote shadow of the washhouse by the time the middle and late varieties occupied the front of the yard .

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