ALFRED DÖBLIN (1878-1956) was a prolific author of novels, plays, essays and criticism. In German literary circles he has been ranked for half a century alongside such giants as Mann, Kafka and Musil, and has been acknowledged as a teacher by Grass, Brecht and others; handsome new editions of his works appear almost every decade. To English readers he is known almost exclusively for Berlin Alexanderplatz (long out of print - a new translation is scheduled for next spring from NY Review Books).
NOV 2017 | Fiction
When the Bohemians were defeated, no one was better pleased than the Emperor. Never had his teeth worked away so nimbly at a pheasant, never had his little eyes in their wrinkled setting flashed so wolfishly from sideboard to plate, plate to sideboard.
FEB 2015 | Fiction
The session of the High Council which convened on the morrow was unable, through an external circumstance, to give consideration to the Torghut question. Once certain personnel matters which had lain pending for too long had been dealt with, the Emperor was called away to view, together with the Chief Overseer of Eunuchs, the young ladies who had been chosen to replenish the Imperial harem.
Seven Manchu beauties of distinguished family trembled on rugs in the vestibule of one of the Imperial houses of women. The Minister named each of them to the Emperor, who nodded thoughtfully. As each was named she stood up, let fall her milk-white veil, exuded the scent of choice perfumes, lifted her gaze.