Michael Hofmann
Michael Hofmann is a poet, translator and critic. His latest book of poems is One Lark, One Horse. He recently translated Jenny Erpenbeck’s novel Kairos.
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Essays & Memoir | The Online Edition
A Letter to my Sons: War’s End
Heinrich Böll
‘No, it's not easier for you than it was for us: don't let them tell you otherwise.’
Essays & Memoir | The Online Edition
Resistance
Günter Grass
‘Isn’t it already apparent how the peace movement is slowing down, flagging, impotent?’
Essays & Memoir | Issue 42
Losses
Günter Grass
‘In the summer, my wife and I visited the small Danish island of Møn.’
Poetry | Issue 42
End of the Pier Show
Michael Hofmann
‘They were fascinated / by what they seemed to have contained.’
Essays & Memoir | Issue 165
Out of Germany
Michael Hofmann
‘It is pleasant – to me, confusingly so.’
Michael Hofmann on returning to Germany.
Essays & Memoir | Issue 149
Michael Hofmann | On Europe
Michael Hofmann
‘For all its flimsiness, the cage takes itself terribly seriously, restricting access, glorying in the name of Fatherland.’
Essays & Memoir | Issue 152
1 April 2020
Michael Hofmann
‘Living on money from the government, excused our duties and our liabilities, reducing our wants to eating and sleeping and what in the eighteenth century may have passed for exercise, the alderman’s stroll.’
Essays & Memoir | Issue 129
Where the World War Began
Joseph Roth
The World War began in Sarajevo, on a balmy summer afternoon in 1914. It...
Essays & Memoir | Issue 129
On Europe | Peter Stamm
Peter Stamm
Peter Stamm on the Swiss referendum to join the EU. Translated from the German by Michael Hofmann.
Essays & Memoir | Issue 129
A Clean, Well-Lighted Place
Peter Stamm & Michael Hofmann
Peter Stamm on the oldest barber in Switzerland, and Michael Hofmann on translating Peter Stamm.
In Conversation | Issue 129
The Stone-Thrower from Eisenhuttenstadt
Max Thomas Mehr & Regine Sylvester
‘It has nothing to do with the question of the foreigners. No one in Eisenhuttenstadt wants the foreigners here.’