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All Quiet on the Western Front
by Erich Maria Remarque
Powerful, raw, a story that war is not just hell when there is fighting going on but that it brings hell in to your life. Whether it is fighting at the front, going on leave, coming back from leave, being in a hospital, or having pulled back from the front, it has ushered in a new and ugly world.
Even in translation, it is achingly eloquent.
Albert expresses it: "The war has ruined us for everything."
He is right. We are not youth any longer. We don't want to take the world by storm. We are fleeing. We fly from ourselves. From our life. We were eighteen and had begun to love life and the world; and we had to shoot it to pieces. The first bomb, the first explosion, burst in our hearts. We are cut off from activity, from striving, from progress. We believe in such things no longer, we believe in the war.
Even in translation, it is achingly eloquent.