The File on H.: A Novel
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But immediately upon their arrival, the scholars’ seemingly arcane research excites suspicion and puts them at the center of ethnic strife in the Balkans. Mistaken for foreign spies, they are placed under surveillance and are dogged by gossip and intrigue. It isn’t until a fierce-eyed monk from the Serbian side of the mountains makes his appearance that the scholars glimpse the full political import of their search for the key to the Homeric question.
than I can! Well, anyway," he added by way of self-consolation, “flowers grow better on dunghills.” After much effort, he finally managed to deliver himself of a paragraph in which he informed the minister that in view of the maps and the arrows marked on them, and notwithstanding the foreigners professed interest in the movements of rhapsodes across northern Albania, there was every reason to suspect them of being involved in intelligence activities. It was still unclear how they intended to
you have a good night?” asked Max. “Hmm … So-so … I was worried about… about the recorder….” “Why so?” Bill queried “Well, how should I know?” he stammered, “Anything could happen, couldn’t it?” Martin’s face looked vaguely worried, and Bill remembered his own bad night and the anxiety that had seemed to rise from below, as if it were coming from another age…. February 27, at the Inn of the Bone of the Buffalo Today we really began our work on the Homeric enigma. We listened several
mother’s remarriage, a painful memory that was still torture for him fifteen years after the event. Little by little they hammered out their entire lives on the formidable anvil of the oral epic, and by dusk, they could see the green pastures of the Emerald Isle as well as the skyscrapers of Manhattan against the now familiar backdrop of the Accursed Mountains. on which they had still not set foot. Had it begun to snow again outside. or was it just an impression caused by his weakening eyes?
distance. "What a crazy night!" She sighed, putting her hand to her forehead and closing her eyes. Then she muttered a correction: "As if the day was sane..." When the governor returned, in the small hours, he gave an extremely vague account of events to his wife. Instead of casting any light on matters, his words extinguished the very last glimmer of her understanding. Twice or three times, she was on the point of asking questions to get him to go over it all again, but her persuaded her
has been torn to pieces, just like that... as if it had been hit by a natural disaster." The journalist emphasized that the foreign scholar had used the word catastrophe several times, qualifying it on one occasion as cosmic. 13 THEY BARRICADED THEMSELVES in a room at the Globe Hotel for forty-eight hours and refused to meet anyone. On the third day, they took a dray to the Buffalo Inn to collect their cases. The sky was overcast, and it was as cold as a winter’s day. In Martin’s absence,