Yet not in the
obscene way of a rigidly viewed superior, more the faith of doubt is teased out
among those who share relations.
Take the fleeting
memory of the Émigré Eminence, Great Uncle Ambros Adelwarth in “The Emigrants.”
There is a seed of
Sebald here; something that presages for him a path out of the ordinary. Not a
stranger, a person encountered in a book, but someone who shares a common
lineage. One of them.
Sebald was one who
had to read, think, reflect on what he knew, then dip all that into the vat of
his capacious, serum-enriched mind of aggregate knowledge and experience,
capture the byproduct – not just mental – but spiritual and physical, a charge
of feeling, say, or a shiver of awareness, if not certainty.
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