Erich Maria Remarque's Zeit zu Leben und Zeit zu Sterben. I read an abridgment for students published in 1961 with a dull cover that I couldn't find a picture of anyway. The title translates to A Time to Live and a Time to Die, and it's a lesser-known (at least to me) work by the author of All Quiet on the Western Front.
A love for human beings and hatred of war run throughout Remarque's work. I felt that even with my elementary knowledge of German. Like the earlier novel, this one explores the terrible waste of war through the experiences of a young German soldier. Unlike the first, this book is set during the second war, and its hero, Graeber, is profoundly anti-Nazi, although he fights in Russia. The bulk of the book takes place while he is on leave in his hometown. His time in Russia before and after his leave bookends the beginning and end of the story.
I had a fairly easy time reading this, no doubt because it was an abridgement, of course. The occasional slang expressions were footnoted at the bottom of the page, and there was a glossary. I found that I could breeze through parts which were straightforward narrative, but slowed down considerably in passages describing characters' thoughts, esoteric conversations, and descriptions of scenery, flipping back to the glossary frequently, because I wanted to understand the subtleties of thought and feeling. Remarque gives close attention to his characters' inner lives, I suppose as a way of making us feel the tragedy of their deaths. Here are Graeber's thoughts as he looks out the train window at the landscape of his childhood:
...es war die Landschaft selber, die plotzlich sprach. Sie kam von allen Seiten, suss, besturzend, und voll jaher Erinnerungen. Sie war nicht klar, sie hatte nichts von Tatsachen, sie war kaum mehr als die Ahnung von Wiederkehr, nicht Wiederkehr selbst; aber gerade dadurch war sie um vieles starker. Die dammernden Alleen der Traume waren in ihr, und sie hatten kein Ende.
My translation (after looking up besturzend and Wiederkehr):
...it was the landscape itself, that suddenly spoke. It came from all sides, sweet, disconcerting, and full of sudden memories. It was not clear, it had nothing of reality, it was hardly more than the idea of return, not return itself; but just because of that it was much stronger. The dusky avenues of dreams were in it, and they had no end.
I struggled with gerade dadurch. Gerade can mean "just," "straight," or maybe "immediately," in different contexts, and dadurch means "therethrough" or "through it." In this passage it seems to mean something like "just through that," which sounds better as "just because of that."
Anyway, in my head, without trying to translate word for word, it was beautiful.