Word: roitschwantz
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...thoughts, has scarcely any explanation for the abrupt shifts in his career. A confirmed skeptic in the 1920s, he was dubbed "the caraboid," the name of a beetle which ejects a fine stinging spray. In his early novels, Julio Jurenito and The Stormy Life of Lasik Roitschwantz, Ehrenburg mocked Right and Left, capitalism and Communism (when Roitschwantz was republished in the U.S. in 1960, it was much to his embarrassment). But in the 1930s, he became a militant Communist, began cranking out "social realism" clinkers that glorified the Russian regime. His reasons are unconvincing: "I came to realize that...
Religious Black Market. In their speculative notes on the unknown author, the editors of Encounter compare "Abram Tertz'' with Ilya Ehrenburg-in-exile, the scoffer who could write The Stormy Life of Lasik Roitschwantz (TIME, Aug. 22) before he turned party hack. It would not be the oddest thing about this strange and wonderful book if it turned out that Ehrenburg was in fact "Abram Tertz." Perhaps only the "psychoscope," a plug-in device invented by the secret policemen Tolya and Vitya to trace the private thoughts of citizens, will ever know the truth...
...Stormy Life of Lasik Roitschwantz, by Ilya Ehrenburg. In 1927 the slithiest tove in the Soviet literary propaganda corps aimed this sizzling satirical poker at the Russian Revolution. Ehrenburg recently denounced its publication in the West, an act the non-hero of this kosher Candide would have relished...
...Stormy Life of Lasik Roitschwantz, by Ilya Ehrenburg. A previously untranslated 1927 satire of revolutionary Russia by the man who is now Communism's No. 1 journalistic Pooh-Bah. This kosher Candide reincarnates the nonhero of Jewish folklore: Peter Schlemiel, the enemy of commissar...
...wonder why a man like Ehrenburg, who could swear so eloquently against everything that is ridiculous in sacred Soviet institutions, should have been a willing Communist straight man for the last 30 years. Perhaps the answer lies in Ehrenburg's epitaph for his hero: "Rest in peace, poor Roitschwantz! You will not dream any longer of justice, or of a piece of sausage." Ehrenburg may simply have settled for the piece of sausage...