North Station

I adored Untolf Day and Night.

But this one...My God, it was atrocious. A German in one of the - horrible- stories complains that a relative of his was murdered when the war ended by one of ‘those inmates who had been liberated from a concentration camp. They had come to rob him.'

Well, you idiot of a writer, my grandfather was someone who fought during the war, killed a fair share of Nazis who had slaughtered Jews and gentiles alike, and he wasn't liberated. He escaped, killing one or two Nazis in the process. And he sure did well and is in Heaven for that. Where are your ancestors, writer, I wonder...

I will never read another book by a writer who is so blinded by admiration for the (excellent, no doubt about that) German writers that she practically turned into a Nazi sympathiser. And I stand by my opinion no matter what. There are certain sentences that NO literary license can ever forgive.