An eerie reminder of totalitarianism’s torments, at a time when the world seems to be drifting once again towards darkness ... At times, Beradt’s book reads like a Kafka collection. ... These aren’t the abstract ramblings of a peacetime sleeper, but direct, coherent responses to the horrors of the dawn ... Just as feelings of self-loathing, guilt and shame can inspire great literature, so they define Beradt’s dream collection.
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