โ Scribed by Koeppen, Wolfgang
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Harrowing, Moody, And Supremely Powerful, The Hothouse, First Published In 1953, Stands Among The Finest Novels Written In Postwar Germany. Largely Unrecognized Beyond Germany During His Lifetime, Koeppen Sought To Make Sense Of German Life Amid The Vast Political And Social Reconstruction Of The War-ravaged Nation. Wolfgang Koeppen ; Translated And With An Introduction By Michael Hofmann. The Hothouse Is The Second Part Of The Author's Trilogy ... Bookended By Tauben Im Gras ... And Der Tod In Rom--jkt.
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> If you do it right, it can be a life. The hothouse, the guys, the glory. But just like that, it can all go up in smoke. In the beginning it was strange, ya know, because of all that we had lost. But there was something about it that felt so good and so right, too: "I'm so proud of you, Russ." "We