Tuesday, 2 October 2012
Roth. No, the Other Roth.
A couple of lines from The Radetzky March (1932). Roth is describing the peasant Onufrij straining to write his own name: 'The beads of sweat grew on his low brow like transparent crystal boils. These boils ran, ran down like tears wept by Onufrij's brain.' Nice; but a touch too condescending I feel. I don't think Onufrij's brain is really all that bothered by questions of literacy.