Written in exile when its author was barely 21 and published only in Swedish during his lifetime, Berlin Shuffle is a portrait of the human wreckage German capitalism produced in the year the Great Depression began. Its English appearance, nearly nine decades later, is a significant literary event. It also arrives at a moment when the social conditions it depicts mass impoverishment, a political establishment indifferent to low-income people, and the far right’s cultivation of resentment are again visible across Europe and the United States.
Ulrich Alexander Boschwitz (1915–1942) is now best known for The Passenger (Der Reisende), written a few weeks after the November 1938 Kristallnacht pogrom and rediscovered in an archive eight decades later. Philip Boehm’s 2021 English translation became an international bestseller. Berlin Shuffle, the English title for Boschwitz’s debut Menschen neben dem Leben (literally “People Beside Life”), was first published in German in 2019. Boehm’s translation appeared in the US in December 2025 and in Britain in January 2026.
The novel follows a handful of Berlin down-and-outs over a single day in 1929, ending in a drunken eruption of violence in a dance hall on the city’s edge. It contains no Nazis and barely mentions politics. Yet, as several reviewers have noted, it captures with uncanny clarity the social atmosphere from which fascism drew its shock troops. That achievement, and its limits, deserve careful examination.
A life shaped by war, fascism and exile
Boschwitz was born in Berlin on 19 April 1915. His father, Salomon Boschwitz, a Jewish factory owner who had converted to Christianity, served in the Imperial Army and died weeks after his son’s birth. His mother, Martha, came from a patrician family in Lübeck.
In 1935, the year of the Nuremberg race laws, Boschwitz’s uncle, the lawyer Alexander Wolgast, was murdered in the street after criticising the Nazi legislation. That same year, Ulrich received call-up papers for the Wehrmacht and fled to Scandinavia with his mother. In Norway he wrote Menschen neben dem Leben, which appeared in Stockholm in 1937 as Människor utanför, under the pseudonym John Grane. Its modest success allowed him to study at the Sorbonne.
The next years were an odyssey through Luxembourg, France and Belgium before mother and son reached England in 1939. On the outbreak of war, the British government interned them as “enemy aliens,” indifferent to the fact that they were refugees from Hitler. In July 1940, Boschwitz was deported to Australia aboard the HMT Dunera, notorious for the brutal treatment of its passengers. During the voyage, a guard threw overboard the only draft of his third novel.
He spent two years in camps at Hay and Tatura, revising The Passenger and beginning another novel. Released in 1942, he sailed for Britain. On 29 October 1942, his ship, the MV Abosso, was torpedoed by the German submarine U-575. Boschwitz was among the 362 who died. He was 27, and his manuscripts went down with him.
His life thus traced, in compressed form, the fate of a generation: born into the imperialist slaughter of 1914–18, driven out by fascism, and then treated as suspect by the “democratic” powers that claimed to be fighting it.
One day among the “people beside life”
The novel’s German title is more precise than its English one. Boschwitz’s characters live beside life: pushed to the margins of a society that has no use for them. The action unfolds over one day in 1929. Philip Boehm’s introduction rightly draws attention to its “cinematic structure”, cutting between figures who drift across the city before converging at night on a cheap dance hall and bar, the Jolly Huntsman.
At the centre is Fundholz, a beggar who had a respectable life only a decade earlier, and his companion Tönnchen, an obese, childlike man damaged by a tragedy in his youth. Fundholz shepherds him with exasperation and tenderness. The pair begin the novel in a damp cellar room and spend much of the day avoiding the police, who see any poor man as a potential vagrant.
Around them circle others. Grissmann, an unemployed former streetcar conductor sacked years earlier over 20 missing marks, is consumed by humiliation and a craving for power. Max Sonnenberg, blinded in the war, bullies his young wife, Elsi. Minchen Linder, a mistress to older men, and her boyfriend Wilhelm Winter, a petty criminal and pimp, round out the night’s company. A widow, Frau Fliebusch, wanders the streets refusing to believe that her husband died in the war more than ten years before.
Over drink and dancing, Elsi turns to Grissmann. Jealousy and schnapps do the rest: a quarrel between Grissmann and Sonnenberg ends in catastrophe and a collective frenzy. The Guardian’s reviewer called the conclusion fittingly explosive, while describing the whole as funny and light on its feet despite its grim material.
Boschwitz is unsentimental. His men treat women with contempt, and David Herman, reviewing for the Jewish Chronicle, identifies misogyny as perhaps the book’s dominant theme. Nor does he idealise poverty. Hunger makes people cunning and cruel; solidarity, where it exists, is fragile and grudging. Yet the novel is also full of grotesque comedy, and its shabby figures move through a Berlin of trams, the U-Bahn, cinemas and taxis, the bright surface of Weimar modernity that excludes them.
Berlin, 1929: the year everything broke
The choice of 1929 is not incidental. The brief “stabilisation” of the mid-1920s, financed by American loans, was ending. After the Wall Street Crash in October, lenders recalled those loans, and German unemployment climbed from around 1.3 million in mid-1929 to more than 6 million in 1932, nearly a third of the workforce.
The political consequences were swift. The Nazi Party won just 2.6 per cent of the vote in the 1928 Reichstag election. By September 1930 it took 18.3 per cent, and by July 1932, 37.3 per cent, making it the largest party. Its electoral base lay above all in the ruined middle classes. Still, it also recruited heavily among the declassed, the long-term unemployed and embittered war veterans: precisely the milieu Boschwitz describes.
1929 was also the year of the Blutmai. On 1 May, Berlin’s Social Democratic (SPD) police chief, Karl Zörgiebel, enforced a ban on May Day demonstrations. Over three days, police killed 33 people, most of them uninvolved residents of working-class districts, and arrested more than 1,200. The massacre deepened the gulf between the two mass workers’ parties, the SPD and the Communist Party (KPD).
That split proved fatal. The SPD leadership tied the working class to defending a bankrupt bourgeois republic. The Stalinised KPD, following the Comintern’s ultra-left “Third Period” line, denounced Social Democrats as “social fascists” and rejected a united front against the Nazis. From exile, Leon Trotsky repeatedly warned from 1930 that this policy was leading to catastrophe and called for a workers’ united front to smash the fascist gangs before they took power.
Trotsky’s analysis also illuminates Boschwitz’s characters. In his September 1930 article on the German elections, he explained how the crisis drove the petty bourgeoisie and the declassed toward fascism when the workers’ parties offered no revolutionary way out. Writing after Hitler’s victory, he observed that “a particle of Hitler is lodged in every exasperated petty bourgeois”. Fundholz, Grissmann and Sonnenberg are not petty bourgeois in the strict sense; several have fallen out of the working class or the lower middle class altogether. But their rage, impotence and contempt for those weaker than themselves are the raw material that fascism organised.
Achievement and limits
Boschwitz’s greatest strength is his eye. He renders the physical texture of poverty- the damp walls, the hunger that never quite lets up, the calculations over a few pfennig- with a concreteness that recalls the drawings of George Grosz and the paintings of Otto Dix. The Jewish Chronicle review compares the atmosphere to Brecht and Weill’s Threepenny Opera and Max Beckmann’s work. Lawrence De Maria, in the Washington Independent Review of Books, writes that the author recreates Berlin’s squalor so completely that the reader can almost taste it.
The novel also shows a psychological acuity remarkable for such a young writer. Grissmann’s self-pity curdling into a desire for revenge, Sonnenberg’s tyranny over the one person weaker than himself, the crowd’s readiness to be swept up in violence: these are drawn without moralising. Kirkus found the book’s main strength in showing, in everyday terms, the atmosphere in which a fascist government could arise.
But the limits are real and should be stated. The novel views society largely from below and from the side, among those already expelled from production. The organised working class, millions strong in Berlin, the city of “Red Wedding,” of strikes, mass parties and mass demonstrations, is almost absent. As Herman notes, there are passing references to Hindenburg and Ludendorff but little sense of the rising far right. Low-income people appear as victims of fate and of one another, not as members of a class capable of changing their conditions.
This is not simply the author’s personal failing. Boschwitz wrote in 1936–37, after the German working class had gone down to defeat without a fight, betrayed by the leaderships of both the SPD and the KPD. The novel’s pervasive pessimism, its sense of people trapped and turning on each other, reflects that historic defeat. It also helps explain why the book is so compelling: it captures what happens when society’s most oppressed layers see no progressive way out.
The reception has been almost uniformly enthusiastic. The Financial Times called it a cautionary tale for our times; The Times found its parallels with the present surprising. Publishers Weekly praised its insight into a country’s descent into madness. Several reviewers, while admiring, have also admitted that they found its characters hard to like and its outlook bleak.
A warning from 1929
Publishers and critics have presented Berlin Shuffle as a “warning” to our own time. The description is apt, but the warning needs to be made concrete. The novel shows how capitalist crisis grinds people down until resentment, rather than solidarity, becomes the dominant social emotion. It does not show, because history had not yet shown its author, that this outcome was not inevitable.
The parallels today are hard to miss. In February 2025, the far-right Alternative for Germany won 20.8 per cent of the vote, doubling its share and becoming the second-largest party in the Bundestag, while the SPD fell to 16.4 per cent, its worst result ever. Across Europe and in the United States, governments impose austerity on the working class while pouring resources into militarism, and scapegoat migrants and refugees for the consequences.
Boschwitz himself was such a refugee, interned and deported by a British government that saw a German Jew as an enemy alien. He died at 27 in the Atlantic, cutting short exceptional promise.
Berlin Shuffle is not a political novel in the narrow sense, and it offers no answers. But as a document of the social decay that preceded fascism, written by a young man who lived through it, it deserves a wide readership. Philip Boehm’s translation has been widely praised [7][8]. The lesson the novel cannot draw, and that readers today most need to draw for themselves, is that only independent, united working-class political mobilisation can block the road to fascism.
Notes
- Pushkin Press, Berlin Shuffle, book page (UK hardback, 15 January 2026).
- Library Journal, review of Berlin Shuffle, November 2025.
- Publishers Weekly, review of Berlin Shuffle, 17 September 2025.
- Wikipedia, “Ulrich Alexander Boschwitz”, accessed 24 October 2026.
- Glenn Nicholls, “Hell or high waters”, Inside Story, 7 April 2018.
- Shiny New Books, review of The Passenger.
- Lawrence De Maria, “Berlin Shuffle: A Novel”, Washington Independent Review of Books, 13 January 2026.
- David Herman, “Berlin Shuffle review: Pimps, prostitutes and peddlers in Weimar Germany”, Jewish Chronicle, 9 January 2026.
- Jewish Book Council, review of Berlin Shuffle, 8 December 2025.
- Harvard Book Store, Berlin Shuffle listing, collecting review extracts from the Guardian, Financial Times, The Times and Kirkus Reviews.
- Wikipedia, “Blutmai”, drawing on Chris Bowlby, “Blutmai 1929: Police, Parties and Proletarians in a Berlin Confrontation,” Historical Journal 29:1 (1986).
- History Today, “Who Voted for the Nazis?”
- Leon Trotsky, “The Turn in the Communist International and the Situation in Germany”, 26 September 1930.
- Leon Trotsky, “What Is National Socialism?”, 10 June 1933; French text, Qu’est-ce que le national-socialisme ?, Marxists Internet Archive. English quotation from the standard Pathfinder translation in The Struggle Against Fascism in Germany.
- Leon Trotsky, “Germany, the Key to the International Situation”, 26 November 1931.
- The Federal Returning Officer, “2025 Bundestag election: final result”, 14 March 2025; provisional result, 24 February 2025.
- Ruth Margalit, review of The Passenger, New York Review of Books, 18 November 2021.
- Cognito, “Depression, Unemployment & Crisis, 1929–32” (summary of standard figures).
Bibliography
Works by Ulrich Alexander Boschwitz
- Boschwitz, Ulrich Alexander. Berlin Shuffle. Translated by Philip Boehm. London: Pushkin Press, 2026. ISBN 9781782279143.
- Boschwitz, Ulrich Alexander. Berlin Shuffle: A Novel. Translated by Philip Boehm. New York: Metropolitan Books/Henry Holt, 2025. ISBN 9781250869494.
- Boschwitz, Ulrich Alexander. Menschen neben dem Leben. Edited by Peter Graf. Stuttgart: Klett-Cotta, 2019.
- Grane, John [Ulrich Alexander Boschwitz]. Människor utanför. Stockholm, 1937.
- Boschwitz, Ulrich Alexander. The Passenger. Translated by Philip Boehm. London: Pushkin Press, 2021; New York: Metropolitan Books, 2021.
- Boschwitz, Ulrich Alexander. Der Reisende. Edited by Peter Graf. Stuttgart: Klett-Cotta, 2018.
- Boschwitz, Ulrich Alexander, and Jonathan Freedland. King Winter’s Birthday. Illustrated by Emily Sutton. London: Pushkin Press, 2024.
The Passenger: A Jewish businessman’s flight across Nazi Germany in November 1938
“Perhaps their idea is to undress us carefully before killing us, so that our clothes won’t be bloodstained and our banknotes ruined. Murder is carried out economically these days.”
Ulrich Alexander Boschwitz wrote The Passenger at extraordinary speed in the immediate aftermath of the November 1938 pogrom known as Kristallnacht. He was 23 years old, himself an exile from Nazi Germany. The novel appeared in English before the war, first in the United States as The Man Who Took Trains and subsequently in Britain as The Fugitive, before largely disappearing from view.
Boschwitz did not live to see Nazi Germany’s destruction. Interned by the British as an “enemy alien” after the outbreak of war, he was deported to Australia in 1940. After gaining permission to return to Britain in 1942, he boarded the MV Abosso. On 29 October, the ship was torpedoed and sunk by the German submarine U-575. Boschwitz, aged only 27, was among those killed.
The novel itself survived. Boschwitz revised it while interned in Australia, and editors used instructions he left in correspondence with his mother to edit the rediscovered German typescript. Philip Boehm translates the modern English version.
The book’s recovery is important. Its significance lies not simply in having been written “at the time”, though that immediacy matters enormously. It records with unusual psychological intensity the experience of an assimilated Jewish businessman discovering, almost from one hour to the next, that the social order in which he has invested his identity, property and confidence has turned against him. That experience is also a political lesson.
A man without a place
The novel opens in Berlin in November 1938. Otto Silbermann is a prosperous Jewish businessman, a First World War veteran and, in his own estimation, a thoroughly respectable German citizen. As the violence of Kristallnacht engulfs the country, Nazi stormtroopers arrive at his home, and Silbermann escapes through the back door. He begins boarding trains, desperately seeking some route out of Germany.
What follows is a kind of nightmare picaresque. Silbermann can neither stay safely where he is nor escape. Public spaces have become dangerous and former relationships uncertain. He therefore travels ceaselessly across Germany. The railway carriage, with its anonymity, constant movement, and temporary suspension between departure and arrival, becomes almost the only place where he can exist.
Boschwitz turns this movement without progress into the novel’s organising principle. Silbermann is always going somewhere but never escaping. Each journey offers the possibility of deliverance before returning him to essentially the same situation. The result is a claustrophobia that works all the more effectively because the protagonist spends so much of the novel physically in motion.
The people he encounters form the book’s social heart. Nazis, opportunists, functionaries, fellow victims and apparently respectable citizens pass through the railway compartments. Some embrace the regime; others accommodate themselves to it. Silbermann’s appearance enables him temporarily to conceal the identity that Nazi racial ideology has made decisive. Contemporary descriptions of the novel emphasise precisely this contradiction: a man who considers himself German and can outwardly “pass” as such discovers that neither patriotism nor appearance provides security.
The absurdity of the racial categories does not diminish their power. That is part of Boschwitz’s point. Backed by state institutions, a fiction becomes a material force governing where Silbermann can sleep, travel, work, and ultimately whether he can continue to exist in his own country.
Property and its illusions
Boschwitz is unsparing toward Silbermann, and this is one of the novel’s greatest strengths. Silbermann is not constructed as a conventional heroic figure. He is a prosperous businessman who sees himself as an established member of German society. His wealth, military service, marriage and social standing have encouraged the belief that he somehow occupies a more secure position than Jews who appear more obviously exposed to persecution. The events of November 1938 destroy these assumptions one after another.
Especially important is his relationship with Becker, his non-Jewish business associate and former wartime comrade. The relationship demonstrates how political persecution creates opportunities for private enrichment. Personal loyalty, commercial partnership, and patriotic comradeship therefore prove far weaker than the new realities the regime creates.
Here Boschwitz touches on one of the darkest features of the persecution of German Jews: dispossession occurs not simply through spectacular public violence but through ordinary economic relationships. The destruction of legal and social protection produces beneficiaries. People who yesterday dealt with Jewish neighbours as business partners or customers discover opportunities in their vulnerability.
Silbermann’s attachment to the money he carries therefore takes on greater symbolic importance. It is the portable remnant of his former existence. He has spent his adult life in a society that supposedly confers independence and social status through property. Now he discovers that possession without enforceable rights provides remarkably little protection.
This is what gives the novel’s treatment of bourgeois respectability its particular force. Silbermann has trusted the categories through which established society understood itself: property, citizenship, military service, respectable marriage, commerce and obedience to law. Under fascism these protections collapse because the state itself has become the instrument of persecution.
His journey therefore records more than the destruction of an individual. It dramatises the destruction of an illusion: that accumulated property and social respectability can provide security independently of the political and social order upon which property rights themselves depend.
Big business, fascism and the defeat of the working class
The catastrophe that overtakes Silbermann cannot be understood solely through the history of antisemitism. It unfolded within the crisis of German capitalism and after the destruction of a workers’ movement that had once constituted the most formidable organised social opposition to the German right.
The relationship between Adolf Hitler and German big business before 1933 has been the subject of an extensive historiographical dispute. The crude proposition that German industrialists acted as a single bloc, financed the Nazi movement from its inception and appointed Hitler as their instrument does not withstand scrutiny. Henry Ashby Turner Jr., one of the historians most closely associated with challenging this interpretation, emphasised both the unevenness of business support and the problems with some of the evidence traditionally used to demonstrate extensive industrial financing of the Nazis before they assumed power. [jstor.org]
But rejecting a conspiracy theory of Hitler’s rise is not the same thing as denying the profound convergence that developed between important sections of German capital and the Nazi dictatorship. By February 1933, after Hitler had already become chancellor, leading industrialists met Hitler and Hermann Göring at a gathering intended to raise money for the Nazi election campaign. Under the Third Reich, major German businesses would subsequently participate in and profit from forced labour, the “Aryanisation” of Jewish businesses and the exploitation of occupied Europe.
More immediately, the new regime moved quickly against working-class organisations. Following the Reichstag fire, the government used emergency powers to suspend fundamental civil liberties and incarcerate political opponents. The United States Holocaust Memorial Museum records that the regime rapidly dismantled democratic freedoms and transformed Germany into a dictatorship. The regime destroyed independent trade unionism almost immediately. On 2 May 1933, SA detachments occupied union offices throughout Germany and forced the unions to dissolve. Union buildings and records were seized, leaders were attacked or imprisoned, and the Nazi-controlled German Labour Front replaced the independent organisations of labour.
This sequence is fundamentally significant. National Socialism did not merely persecute Jews while leaving the existing configuration of class organisations intact. Consolidating power required destroying the institutions through which millions of German workers had previously organised politically and industrially. Communists, Social Democrats, trade unionists and other political opponents were among the early targets of Nazi repression.
From a Marxist standpoint, this relationship between capitalist crisis, political reaction, and the smashing of working-class organisation is indispensable to understanding fascism. It also supplies a social background that necessarily lies outside Silbermann’s immediate field of vision. His tragedy takes place after a historic political defeat.
That fact gives meaning to Boschwitz’s focus on businesspeople, officials, and frightened middle-class members. Silbermann searches desperately for individual protection because the collective social and political forces that might have opposed the regime have already been crushed. By November 1938, the possibility of answering Nazi violence through the powerful mass organisations that had characterised working-class life during the Weimar Republic has been eliminated.
The historical irony is devastating. Silbermann has trusted precisely those institutions of bourgeois society that now offer him no defence: property, law, respectable commerce, military service and citizenship. His former business associate can exploit his vulnerability because persecution has altered the balance of power between them. The state no longer stands above their commercial relationship as the impartial guarantor Silbermann once imagined.
His endless railway journey therefore carries a deeper social meaning. Silbermann’s individual security is destroyed in a society where the organised power of the working class has already been broken, and significant sections of economic privilege have accommodated themselves to, collaborated with, or benefited from the new dictatorship. That does not mean that every capitalist supported Hitler or that Nazism can be explained as nothing more than a conspiracy of industrialists. The historical record is considerably more complex. It does mean that the persecution portrayed by Ulrich Alexander Boschwitz developed within a dictatorship whose consolidation entailed both the destruction of organised labour and, subsequently, extensive collaboration with German industry.
That broader historical framework makes The Passenger still more devastating. Boschwitz shows the catastrophe through the consciousness of one frightened bourgeois individual. History shows the social defeats that made his isolation possible.
Fascism and the “democracies”
Silbermann is certainly alienated, frightened and increasingly disoriented, but he has not accidentally wandered into a meaningless Kafkaesque universe. He has been placed in an historically specific situation. The Nazi state has deprived Jews of elementary rights and unleashed organised persecution against them.
In his discussion of the novel, André Aciman stresses the terrifying position of someone trapped as Germany becomes impossible to inhabit. At the same time, other countries refuse to admit him. His account describes a Germany where Silbermann discovers that escape has become effectively impossible: “Germany won’t let you out, and other countries don’t want to let you in.”
The international dimension is crucial. Persecution creates the refugee, but borders can transform persecution into entrapment. Silbermann becomes a man who desperately needs to leave one territory without a guaranteed right to enter another.
Boschwitz understood that condition personally. His family left Germany after the Nuremberg Laws in 1935. He subsequently lived outside Germany before reaching Britain in 1939, where the war transformed him from a refugee from Hitler into an “enemy alien” in the eyes of the British authorities. He was ultimately transported to Australia.
This is a bitter historical irony. A young German writer driven into exile by the Nazi regime was interned by the country in which he had sought refuge and transported halfway around the world, only to die aboard the ship carrying him back.
Strengths and limitations
As fiction, The Passenger has the strengths and some weaknesses of a novel written with extraordinary urgency. Boschwitz reportedly produced it in approximately four weeks after Kristallnacht. That urgency survives in the work’s construction. Its movement is rapid and anxious, its recurring trains reproducing Silbermann’s inability to find safety or repose.
The railway compartment is Boschwitz’s most effective artistic device. It brings Silbermann into temporary proximity with strangers whose political attitudes he must continually assess while concealing the fact upon which his survival now depends. Conversation becomes dangerous because the most banal exchange can expose him.
This also explains the recurrence of similar situations. Structurally, the novel can feel repetitive, but the repetition has an artistic function. Silbermann cannot escape the same fundamental problem. Each departure promises a geographical solution to what is ultimately a political catastrophe.
The novel’s perspective nevertheless has limits. Its central social world is that of businesspeople and middle-class members. The reader experiences fascism principally through a bourgeois Jewish protagonist whose assumptions about citizenship, property and assimilation are being violently demolished.
That restriction is historically revealing in itself. Silbermann understands that his former life has ceased to exist long before he can adequately explain why it has disappeared. Boschwitz therefore captures, with remarkable immediacy, the consciousness of a man experiencing a historical catastrophe faster than he can comprehend.
André Aciman’s preface emphasises the novel’s psychological and sociological power, describing it as both an account of Jewish existence immediately before the war and an extraordinarily penetrating portrait of its protagonist. That emphasis is valuable, provided Silbermann’s specific circumstances don’t dissolve into a timeless parable of displacement. Silbermann is not simply modern man lost in an absurd universe. He is a Jewish citizen being destroyed by a definite political regime.
A book to read
The Passenger deserves the wide readership its rediscovery has brought it. Its revived edition achieved substantial international success, including translation into more than 20 languages. Yet its importance ultimately has little to do with the remarkable history of its disappearance and recovery.
Its enduring power comes from the immediacy with which Boschwitz captures the moment when ordinary social existence becomes impossible. Silbermann begins with many of the assumptions of the respectable bourgeois citizen. He possesses property, has served his country, conducts business and regards himself as thoroughly German. He discovers that none of these things protects him once political power decides he no longer belongs.
The horror of The Passenger lies in the incremental character of this discovery. Silbermann has no secure place from which to stand outside events and comprehend them as a whole. Instead, he passes from train to train, conversation to conversation, and humiliation to humiliation, still trying to behave according to the rules of a society whose rules have ceased to protect him.
That gives Boschwitz’s novel a significance beyond its considerable documentary value. Written by a 23-year-old refugee before the full catastrophe of European Jewry had unfolded, it records the atmosphere of persecution with an immediacy unavailable to retrospective historical fiction. Boschwitz did not know what would follow. He did understand that a decisive boundary had already been crossed.
His protagonist’s movement across Germany therefore becomes an image of terrifying simplicity: a man remains physically inside the country he regards as his own while discovering that, politically and socially, there is no longer any place in it where he is permitted to belong. That is what makes The Passenger so disturbing. That is why it remains a book worth reading.
[1] The Passenger, by Ulrich Alexander Boschwitz, translated by Philip Boehm, with an introduction by André Aciman (Pushkin Press Classics)
