Badenheim 1939

It is the spring of 1939 in the age of anxiety. In months Europe will be Hitler's. And Badenheim, a resort town vaguely in the orbit of Vienna, is preparing for its summer season. The vacationers arrive as they always have, a sampling of Jewish middleclass life: the impresario Dr. Pappenheim, his musicians, and their conductor; the gay Frau Tsauberblit; the historian Dr. Fussholdt and his much younger wife; the 'readers,' twins whose passion for Rilke is featured on their program; a child prodigy; a commercial traveler; a rabbi. The list lengthens as the summer ages. To receive them in the town are the pharmacist and his worried wife, the hotelier and his large staff, the pastry shop owner and his irritable baker, Sally and Gertie (two quite respectable prostitutes), and, mysteriously, the bland inspectors from the 'Sanitation Department.'

The story unfolds as matter-of-factly as a Chekhov play. The characters on stage are so deeply held by their defensive daily trivia that they manage to misconstrue every signal of their fate. Finally, de facto prisoners in their familiar resort, the vacationers, now increased by the forced crowding-in of other Jews hardly on vacation, take on the lineaments of undefined disaster. The text builds a sense of foreboding in which each human detail is so persuasive, so right in its fidelity to the terrible evasions of the time, that it leaves the reader transformed by what he and the author know must happen to Badenheim's people.

Badenheim 1939, bound to be seen as one of this century's characteristic works of art, owes everything to its author's astonishing capacity to recreate the energies and confusions of a failing world's victims and without loss of that world's illusions of civility, the force of its social customs, or the cruel terms of its collapse.

In publishing the complete text of Appelfeld's short novel in translation for the first time, we introduce an writer of international stature to the English-speaking world.