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A review by sjgrodsky
The Beggar King by Oliver Pötzsch
Did not finish book.
1.0
Let’s just say I quit on page 162. This is the first book I’ve read in which filth — mud, manure, horse piss, pus, urine — is described so frequently and lovingly that it qualifies as a character.
The human characters bear a passing resemblance to the filth in which they revel.
But I did learn something. These characters are the ancestors of 20th century Germans. Now I understand where Hitler found the willing executioners who slaughtered babies by banging their heads against walls.
The human characters bear a passing resemblance to the filth in which they revel.
But I did learn something. These characters are the ancestors of 20th century Germans. Now I understand where Hitler found the willing executioners who slaughtered babies by banging their heads against walls.