for the next 40 years until his death in 2007.

Through his girlfriend Annie Truxell the painter, he found Deia in 1967, rented and renovated the Tower (Jakov’s Tower) above the Cala and lived there, in London and in the Chelsea Hotel, N.Y. A landscape without faces is like air nobody breathes. After a literary apprenticeship in Israel, he moved to London, where he wrote, in German, the short stories and novels on which his stature as a major European writer are based: “Soul of Wood”, “Landscape in Concrete”, and “Ergo”.Īfter many years in England Lind began writing in English and the stories in “The Stove” were the first written in his new language. LANDSCAPE IN CONCRETE translated by Ralph Manheim New York: Grove Press 1966 London: Eyre Methuen 1966 New York: Pocket Books 1968 When you lose your way in the Ardennes, youre lost. As an eleven-year old boy from a Jewish family, he left Vienna after the Anschluss, found temporary refuge in Holland, and succeeded in surviving inside Nazi Germany by assuming a Dutch identity. inventory #5317 Very Good in Slightly Worn Dustjacket With Some Tears.Born Februin Vienna, died Februin London. Containing dark echoes of Jaroslav Ha ek's The Good Soldier vejk, Jakov Lind's Landscape in Concrete is an astonishing and highly original imagining of (the) dimensions of evil including sadistic cruelty, of the condition of being a victim and the madness abroad which constitutes the virtual victory of Hitler if we fail to translate survival into freedom' (Anthony Rudolf). While trying to find his regiment and come to terms with the horrors he has seen and committed, the increasingly unstable Bachmann is manipulated by a series of figures from the underbelly of war's underbelly deserters and collaborators, corrupt officers and sexual predators who induce him to carry out their venal missions, which they've justified against the background of institutionalized murder going on all around them. Incapable of accepting this judgment, and of returning to his girlfriend and a quiet life as a gold- and silversmith, Bachmann wanders the war-ravaged countryside, trying to find a way to rejoin his regiment, or any regiment, and return to the front. But after a horrifying defeat at Voroshenko, where most of his Eighth Hessian Infantry Regiment was slaughtered in a single instant, Bachmann was declared mentally unfit to serve. FROM THE PUBLISHER - Sergeant Gauthier Bachmann is the perfect Nazi soldier. Very Good in Slightly Worn Dustjacket With Some Tears.

Landscape in Concrete by Jakov Lind