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Well, I don't want to spoil the end for you, but I was genuinely surprised when I reached the last page of All Quiet on the Western Front: it's a first-person narrative, and as as the narrator's friends get killed, you reflect on the fact that there's less tension because you know he survived and is telling the story ... and then the narrative suddenly shifts to third person with the discovery of his body, shot dead in the final weeks of WW1. No "these pages were taken from his diary", no nothing. Very effective and quite shocking, actually.
I can't recommend the book (author Erich Maria Remarque, Brian Murdoch Vintage translation) highly enough. |
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