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...this too simple concept, one man wrote an obituary last week. The man who carved the epitaph was a Leftist, who translated his hopes into the terms of international socialism. His right to bury the hope was as good as any Leftist's: Arthur Koestler, of Budapest, Vienna, Berlin, Haifa, Cairo, Moscow, Paris, Zurich, Seville, and now of London, is a veteran of many of Europe's military and ideological battlefields, concentration camps, hospitals, prisons, a journalist of repute, the author of one of the most brilliant and powerful novels of the present day (Darkness at Noon; TIME...
Dialogue With Death, by Arthur Koestler ($2), was a description of the thoughts and actions of a man (Koestler himself) condemned to death in a Fascist prison...
...writes Koestler, "even in the service of an impersonal cause-is always a personal and intimate affair. Thus it was inevitable that this book, written for the most part in the actual expectancy and fear of death, should bear a private character...
...records within the reach of everyone. Imprisonment and violent death, which civilization believed that it had abolished for all but criminals, have become a common experience of our time. No one in this "century of the great social wars" is safe from them. But few writers have Novelist Koestler's talent for recreating their minute-by-minute impact on the raw nerves of sensitive, civilized man, his extraordinary ability to observe and record the details of suffering while he is suffering...
...Door Shuts. Arrest came to Author Koestler with the words "Hands up!", and he learned how it feels to have a revolver chilling the back of one's neck. Near the base of his skull he felt "a faint itching, a sort of sucking void, not entirely unpleasant." At the police station his hypodermic needles and morphine tablets (for suicide) and his golf stockings (he wore them because he dislikes garters) caused a minor sensation. He was registered as wearing women's stockings. Then the cell door slammed shut. Koestler's description of what happens to prisoners...