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“A newspaper photograph showed an older man and a younger man, both in dark suits, shaking hands. In the young one, bowing to the older one, I recognized myself. I was graduating from school, and was getting a prize from the principal at the ceremony. That was a long time after Hanna had left the city.”

Quote by Bernhard Schlink

Work

The Reader

In this poignant narrative, a young man falls in love with an older woman, who remains enigmatic until the novel's climax. The story delves into the complexities of human relationships and the impact of historical events on individual lives. more

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Bernhard Schlink
Bernhard Schlink

German writer known for his novel 'The Reader'. Born on July 6, 1944, Bernhard Schlink's works often explore themes of morality, history, and memory. more

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