“Please allow me to invite you. I don’t have the means for a proper dinner. But I could treat you to a glass of rosé and a slice of pizza. Come sit with me! What would you rather see? How they bake pizza on the open fire? Then sit right next to me. The old port? Then you should sit opposite me instead. From here you’ll be able to see the sun go down behind Fort Saint-Nicolas. I’m sure that won’t bore you.”
Anna Seghers, Transit
Anna Seghers’ 1944 novel Transit begins with bad news. On the run from a Nazi concentration camp, the protagonist reaches the port of Marseille. Here, he’s greeted by the rumor of a ship named “Montreal” having hit a naval mine and sunk with refugees on board. Any hope of leaving a continent drowning in fascism seems dashed from the start. And the reader is led to believe that instead of Transit, a more fitting title for this novel may have been Terminus.
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