The Mastersinger From Minsk (2012) - Plot & Excerpts
“Remember, Hermann,” she would say, “we are creatures of God. He loves us all, each and every one. Therefore we too must love each and every one.” My father, on the other hand, adhered unswervingly to a set of self-made rules that governed his reaction to people’s physical characteristics. “Remember, Hermann,” he would say, in tones as solemn as my mother’s, but grimacing as though he had just swallowed vinegar, “small eyes are a sign of a sneaky personality; warts are a sign of an evil mind; and beware of men who are underweight because they will cut your throat for a crust of bread!” I will swear on the Bible that I made an earnest attempt to look at Thilo Rotfogel through my mother’s charitable eyes. But it was no use. Rotfogel’s features met my father’s criteria one by one and to perfection. To regard this fellow as a creature of God would have taxed even the most willing believer. Two things were beyond imagination: that Rotfogel could manufacture sufficient wind to bring alive the most fickle musical instrument ever invented; and that Rotfogel could manufacture sufficient charm that Cornelia Vanderhoute would agree to share a bed with him not just once, apparently, but several times.
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