Tag Archives: W.G. Sebald

Gregor von Rezzori, “The Snows of Yesteryear”

More mid-European, mid-20th century nostalgia. But, gosh, nobody deserves it more than these guys like Sebald and Rezzori. Their predicaments make any American longing for his past into a total amateur. You can’t go home again? You sure can’t — … Continue reading

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W.G. Sebald, “Vertigo”

I kept wondering, as I read this, why I was enjoying it so much. Nothing happens. A man goes on a trip to Verona, and gets nervous in a train station. Then he goes to a sinister pizzeria and is … Continue reading

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