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112 pages, Paperback
First published January 1, 1947
And then there was also a little embarrassment, a little disappointment. Why did he of all people have to die? It was practically a trick he had played on them with this death, on the people who had kept him hidden for an entirely different purpose. He didn't need to go into hiding in order to die, he could have just simply…, like all the countless others….It breaks off in strings of dots. For those are ellipses they cannot fill, outcomes they cannot allow. In the understatement of those unspoken thoughts lies the true power of this tribute to the bravery of ordinary people in a dangerous time.
He had defended himself against death from without, and then it had carried him off from within. It was like a comedy where you expect the hero to emerge onstage, bringing resolution, from the right. And out he comes from the left. Later, though, the audience members go home surprised, delighted, and a little bit wiser for the experience.Only I didn’t find it very funny. Or if it was funny it was funny-sad.
The little thorn that grows invisibly in anyone who lives on the help and pity of others grew to gigantic proportions, became a javelin lodged deep in his flesh and hurting terriblyIt’s amazing that each of them—but especially Marie and Nico who are at home all day—manage to rein in their emotions. But they do. They establish rules and a routine and as long as each of them sticks to it things go smoothly. But you can’t always plan for the unexpected and that’s when things nearly go awry several times.
Between the two rooms on the second floor ran the stairs to the first floor. If you took out the side wall of the built-in closet in Nico’s room, on the side where the stairs were, you found an empty space roomy enough to hide someone.It’s simply a matter of being creative and Keilson certainly is. We get told what we need to know. He wrote this in 1947 and so little would’ve needed to be explained back then. Everyone would’ve been well away of what had gone on in Europe during the war. Nowadays not so much but the fact is it doesn’t matter which war is going on outside. What matters is the domestic drama. This isn’t a book about war; it’s a book about people. Three people forced together by circumstances. Sound like the setting to No Exit. Indeed when their daughter is talking about taking in ‘guests’ herself she says:
I’d take two or four! Just not three together, that’s bad in arguments and so on. It’s always two against one.This is a fine little book. Had I been writing it I might’ve left the ending hanging rather than resolve it the way Keilson chooses to do. His is not a bad ending and I suppose you want a comedy, even a black comedy, to have something of an upbeat ending. I just don’t think this needed it.