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“Ernst was still in the Eastern Zone, about ninety kilometres from Berlin, when the truck emerged so inexplicably out of nowhere that it seemed to have been created by the rain itself.”

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A Choice of Enemies

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Mordecai Richler
Mordecai Richler

Mordecai Richler was a renowned Canadian author celebrated for his sharp wit and social commentary. His writing frequently portrayed the lives of Jewish Canadians and was characterized by its satirical style and vivid character development. Richler's writing career spanned several decades, during which he published numerous novels, short stories, and essays. more

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