Nobody else's book club: The Legend of the Holy Drinker by Joseph Roth
Hello you! It's been a long time! Here I am again to tell you about the book I have just read this morning. This post is about a short novella — I think I read it in one hour — written in 1939 by a Jewish Austrian writer exiled in Paris. Joseph Roth died of alcoholism very shortly after writing it. It is generally considered a masterpiece. It is also a very strange novel. It tells an extremely sad story in such a light way, and with such humour, that one cannot help smiling through it all. Even its tragic ending leaves the reader with a sense of almost joy. The story itself can be told in one single short paragraph, but I will refrain to do that and tell you to read it instead. It is very much worth it. Such a strange and precious thing. Michael Hofmann, the translator of my book, explains the lightness of this story in a single sentence: "A drinker's blackouts, confusions and carelessness — or liberality — are a way of experiencing the world." Roth, a heavy...