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By Rainer Maria Rilke

A masterly new translation of 1 of the 1st nice modernist novels

In the single novel via one of many German language's maximum poets, a tender guy named Malte Laurids Brigge lives in an inexpensive room in Paris whereas his property rot in garage. every body he sees turns out to hold their dying with them, and with little yet a library card to tell apart him from the city's untouchables, he thinks of the deaths, and ghosts, of his aristocratic relatives, of which he's the only real residing descendant. Suffused with passages of lyrical brilliance, Rilke's semi-autobiographical novel is a relocating and strong coming-of-age story.

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