The Radetzky March
Hotel Savoy, including ‘Fallmerayer the Stationmaster’ and ‘The Bust of the Emperor’
‘The Spider’s Web’ and ‘Zipper and his Father’
The Emperor’s Tomb
Flight Without End
The Silent Prophet
‘The Legend of the Holy Drinker’ and ‘Right and Left’
JOSEPH ROTH’S MAJOR WORKS
Published During His Lifetime
Hotel Savoy (1924)
Die Rebellion (1924)
Die Flucht Ohne Ende (1927)
Zipper und sein Vater (1928)
Rechts und Links (1929)
Der stumme Prophet (1929)
(fragment in Die Neue Rundschau)
Stationschef Fallmerayer (1933)
Tarabas, ein Gast aud dieser Erde (1934)
Le Triomphe de la beauté (1937)
Le Buste de l’Empereur (1934)
(German publication 1964)
Das falsche Gewicht (1937)
Die Kapuzinergruft (1938)
Die Geschichte von der 1002 Nacht (1939)
Die Legende vom heiligen Trinker (1939)
Der Leviathan (1940)
Der stumme Prophet (1966)
Das Spinnennetz (1967)
Die Büste des Kaisers (1969)
Strangely, while I have been writing about Joseph Roth, the wheel of Karma—or historical consequence?—has brought Roth’s territory back to a reenactment of the situation central to his work. In Roth’s novels—and supremely through the lives of the Von Trotta family in his masterpieces, “The Radetzky March” (1932) and its sequel “The Emperor’s Tomb” (1934)—we see the deterioration of a society, an empire, in which disparate nationalities have been forced into political unity by an overriding authority and its symbol: the Austro-Hungarian Empire and the personality of Emperor Franz Josef. There the rise of socialism and fascism against royalism led to Sarajevo and the First World War. After World War II the groups that had won autonomy were forced together again, if in a slightly different conglomerate, by another all-powerful authority and its symbol: the Communist bloc and the personality of Joseph Stalin. Now restlessness and rebellion, this time against the socialism that has not proved to be liberation, brings once again the breakup of a hegemony. Passages in Roth’s work, about the Slovenes, Croats, and Serbs, could with scarcely a change describe what has happened in Yugoslavia in 1991.
Roth: he looks out from a book-jacket photograph. Just the face in a small frame; it is as if someone held up a death mask. The ovals of the eyes are black holes. The chin pressed up against the black shadow of a mustache hides stoically the secrets of the lips. A whole life, in bronze, seems there. And there’s another image in that face: the huge sightless eyes with their thick upper and lower lids dominating the width of the face have the mysteriously ancient gaze of a fetus, condemned to suffer the world.
“Je travaille, mon roman sera bon, je crois, plus parfait que ma vie,” Roth wrote. After having reread all Roth’s fiction available to me, I am glad …
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