A nice read, I don’t particularly read novels, and only made it halfway through this one, but it did become an interesting read at that point. Don’t particularly want to make the time to continue, maybe another day.
“In exile you learned to get by, principle an extravagance you could no longer afford. A lesson he thought he knew, all those years of it, and then thrown away in one heedless refusal. Would it have mattered, giving them names they already had?”
“Brecht sighed and leaned against the wall. “It’s my last country here. Denmark, Finland, Russia, those idiots in Hollywood – I look at my passport and I feel tired just looking” “