Ernst Weiss, born in 1882 in Bruunn, Moravia in the Austro-Hungarian Empire, was a trained physician. His years as a ship's doctor are apparent in much of the detail in Georg Letham. Weiss' work emerges from an expressionist background but belongs with the modernist classics. Joel Rotenberg translated Chess Story and The Post-Office Girl by Stefan Zweig and Hugo von Hofmannsthal's The Lord Chandos Letter for the New York Review Books Classics series.
I wonder why Weiss isn't better known here. A doctor as well as a writer, he knew about the body as well as the heart, and you can trust him when he describes how each can act on the other. -The Guardian A compelling, creepy read. - Monica Carter, Three Percent Ernst Weiss is in fact one of the few writers who may justly be compared to Franz Kafka . . . This is easily one of the most interesting books I have come across in years . . . One is filled with impressions, stimulated, gripped by images, characters, and episodes that are strangely real but also unforgettably fashioned. And, incidentally, it's all very Austrian. -Thomas Mann What an extraordinary writer he is! -Franz Kafka If one could write a book about the internal feelings of Hitler, Mussolini, Stalin, or any other man who brings nightmares to life - this would be it. -Zahar Laor, ManofLaBook.com Vivid. . . . [With] the thrill of intellectual obsession. . . . Weiss's novels are remarkable for their ambitious conceits, stylistic variation, and unusual characters. . . . He uncovers the fear, apathy, longing and rage for which the now cliched psychoanalytic terms were invented. -The Nation Part medical detective story and part criminal confession. . . . the story addresses . . . justice, punishment, altruism, the fear of illness, the joy of recovery, the ecstasy of being alive, and the absolute worth of a single human life. . . . From a literary standpoint, readers can expect a sizeable reward. -Journal of the American Medical Association What makes Georg Letham so fascinating is not that he is a murderer, but that he knows this and is still plagued with a compulsion to contribute to humanity . . . He kills for money, but when stripped of the need for money and forced to live, he becomes more of a human being. -Salonica