Arch of Triumph

Zusatztext The world has a great writer in Erich Maria Remarque. He is a craftsman of unquestionably first rank! a man who can bend language to his will. Whether he writes of men or of inanimate nature! his touch is sensitive! firm! and sure. The New York Times Book Review Informationen zum Autor Erich Maria Remarque , who was born in Germany, was drafted into the German army during World War I. Through the hazardous years following the war he worked at many occupations: schoolteacher, small-town drama critic, race-car driver, editor of a sports magazine. His first novel, All Quiet on the Western Front, was published in Germany in 1928. A brilliant success, selling more than a million copies, it was the first of many literary triumphs. When the Nazis came to power, Remarque left Germany for Switzerland. He rejected all attempts to persuade him to return, and as a result he lost his German citizenship, his books were burned, and his films banned. He went to the United States in 1938 and became a citizen in 1947. He later lived in Switzerland with his second wife, the actress Paulette Goddard. He died in September 1970. Klappentext The evocative story of a man without a country! Arch of Triumph is a World War II-era classic from the author of All Quiet on the Western Front. It is 1939. Despite a law banning him from performing surgery! Ravic-a German doctor and refugee living in Paris-has been treating some of the city's most elite citizens for two years on the behalf of two less-than-skillful French physicians. Forbidden to return to his own country! and dodging the everyday dangers of jail and deportation! Ravic manages to hang on-all the while searching for the Nazi who tortured him back in Germany. And though he's given up on the possibility of love! life has a curious way of taking a turn for the romantic! even during the worst of times. "The world has a great writer in Erich Maria Remarque. He is a craftsman of unquestionably first rank! a man who can bend language to his will. Whether he writes of men or of inanimate nature! his touch is sensitive! firm! and sure."-The New York Times Book Review 1 THE WOMAN VEERED toward Ravic. She walked quickly, but with a peculiar stagger. Ravic first noticed her when she was almost beside him. He saw a pale face, high cheekbones and wide-set eyes. The face was rigid and masklike; it looked hollowed out, and her eyes in the light from the street lamps had an expression of such glassy emptiness that they caught his attention. The woman passed so close she almost touched him. He reached out and seized her arm with one hand; the next moment she tottered and would have fallen, if he had not supported her. He held her arm tight. Where are you going? he asked after a moment. The woman stared at him. Let me go! she whispered. Ravic did not answer. He still held her arm tight. Let me go! The woman barely moved her lips. Ravic had the impression that she did not see him at all. She was looking through him, somewhere into the empty night. He was only something that had stopped her and toward which she spoke. Let me go! Ravic saw at once she was no whore. Neither was she drunk. He did not hold her arm so tight now. She could have freed herself easily, but it did not occur to her. Ravic waited awhile. Where can you really want to go at night, alone at this time in Paris? he quietly asked once more and released her arm. The woman remained silent. But she did not walk on. Once stopped, she seemed unable to move again. Ravic leaned against the railing of the bridge. He could feel the damp porous stone under his hands. Perhaps down there? He motioned with his head backward and down at the Seine, which moved restlessly toward the shadows of the Pont de l'Alma in a gray and gradually fading ...

Autorentext

Erich Maria Remarque, who was born in Germany, was drafted into the German army during World War I. Through the hazardous years following the war he worked at many occupations: schoolteacher, small-town drama critic, race-car driver, editor of a sports magazine. His first novel, All Quiet on the Western Front, was published in Germany in 1928. A brilliant success, selling more than a million copies, it was the first of many literary triumphs. When the Nazis came to power, Remarque left Germany for Switzerland. He rejected all attempts to persuade him to return, and as a result he lost his German citizenship, his books were burned, and his films banned. He went to the United States in 1938 and became a citizen in 1947. He later lived in Switzerland with his second wife, the actress Paulette Goddard. He died in September 1970.

Klappentext

The evocative story of a man without a country, Arch of Triumph is a World War II-era classic from the author of All Quiet on the Western Front.

It is 1939. Despite a law banning him from performing surgery, Ravic-a German doctor and refugee living in Paris-has been treating some of the city's most elite citizens for two years on the behalf of two less-than-skillful French physicians.

Forbidden to return to his own country, and dodging the everyday dangers of jail and deportation, Ravic manages to hang on-all the while searching for the Nazi who tortured him back in Germany. And though he's given up on the possibility of love, life has a curious way of taking a turn for the romantic, even during the worst of times.

"The world has a great writer in Erich Maria Remarque. He is a craftsman of unquestionably first rank, a man who can bend language to his will. Whether he writes of men or of inanimate nature, his touch is sensitive, firm, and sure."-The New York Times Book Review

Zusammenfassung
The evocative story of a man without a country, Arch of Triumph is a World War II–era classic from the author of All Quiet on the Western Front.
 
It is 1939. Despite a law banning him from performing surgery, Ravic—a German doctor and refugee living in Paris—has been treating some of the city’s most elite citizens for two years on the behalf of two less-than-skillful French physicians.
 
Forbidden to return to his own country, and dodging the everyday dangers of jail and deportation, Ravic manages to hang on—all the while searching for the Nazi who tortured him back in Germany. And though he’s given up on the possibility of love, life has a curious way of taking a turn for the romantic, even during the worst of times.
 
“The world has a great writer in Erich Maria Remarque. He is a craftsman of unquestionably first rank, a man who can bend language to his will. Whether he writes of men or of inanimate nature, his touch is sensitive, firm, and sure.”—The New York Times Book Review

Leseprobe
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THE WOMAN VEERED toward Ravic. She walked quickly, but with a peculiar stagger. Ravic first noticed her when she was almost beside him. He saw a pale face, high cheekbones and wide-set eyes. The face was rigid and masklike; it looked hollowed out, and her eyes in the light from the street lamps had an expression of such glassy emptiness that they caught his attention.
 
The woman passed so close she almost touched him. He reached out and seized her arm with one hand; the next moment she tottered and would have fallen, if he had not supported her.
 
He held her arm tight. “Where are you going?” he asked after a moment.
 
The woman stared at him. “Let me go!” she whispered.
 
Ravic did not answer. He still held her arm tight.
 
“Let me go!” The woman barely moved her lips.
 
Ravic had the impression that she did not see him at all. She was looking through him, somewhere into the empty night. He was only something that had stopped her and toward which she spoke. “Let me go!”
 
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