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The Silent Angel

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Selected: Paperback / ISBN-13: 9781474624961

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May, 1945. Carrying the coat of a comrade who died in his place, German soldier Hans Schnitzler wanders the bombed-out streets of Cologne in search of the dead man’s widow.

Instead, he finds a woman as lost and grief-stricken as himself. At first, the two strangers envy the dead and struggle to imagine a future in their shattered world. But slowly, they begin to find solace in each other – until they realise, together in a ruined apartment without food or family, that they have caught a final, flickering ember of hope.

Unpublished during his lifetime and recovered decades after his death, Heinrich Böll’s first novel in which two strangers find love amid the wreckage of the Second World War is now hailed as one of the most important works of so-called trümmerliteratur (literature of the ruins), as well as a testament to the German Nobel Prize-winner’s early genius.

A W&N Essential with an Introduction by Claire-Louise Bennett

Reviews

Publishers Weekly
So begins what was Nobel-winner Boll's first novel, a touching love story and trenchant study of moral decay . . . lyrical, spare and somanbulisitic
New York Times
A work of art . . . In it the major themes of Böll's career - marriage, religion and abuses of power that undermine both - are handled with a poetic authority rare to first-time novelists
Alberto Manguel, The Washington Post Book World
A beautiful, urgent novel . . . as perfect as anything Boll ever wrote
Ursula Hegi, LA Times
Boll creates a brittle, intense love between two people who are bewildered that they still are capable of love
Herald
His first and possibly his finest novel
Sunday Times
This excellent novel is a story of love among the ruins
Mail on Sunday
Amazing and most eloquent . . . this gripping novella reads like a sketch for a masterpiece
Sunday Tribune
We are in the hands of a master craftsman