The Maimed
Language: English
Pages: 220
ISBN: 8086264130
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
Set in Prague, The Maimed relates the story of a highly neurotic, socially inept bank clerk who is eventually forced to have sexual relations with his widowed landlady. At the same time he must witness the steady physical and mental deterioration of his lifelong friend who is suffering from an unnamed disease. Part psychological farce, Ungar tells a dark, ironic tale of chaos overtaking onesssssssss meticulously ordered life. Having died young, Ungar wrote only two novels, in addition to a handful of plays and short stories; this is the first time his work has appeared in English.
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you come to visit, Polzer, I will call her. I want you to watch, Polzer. You should see how much she loves me.” Polzer was horrified by Karl Fanta’s face, which was twisted into a rigid laugh. He turned away and looked out the window at the river and the green hills on the other side. Karl Fanta sank back into his easy chair. Even though he had been speaking softly, the conversation had exhausted him. “A glass of water,” he said. Polzer handed it to him. Karl Fanta drank. Then he took
you still dare to stand here, right before our eyes ... sir ...” He stepped closer. Polzer did not move. He stared at Fogl’s mouth. He knew they were about to attack, that Fogl would raise his hand and tear the suit from Polzer’s body. What he had been afraid of had happened. Franz Polzer breathed calmly. They would punish him. But they did not punish him. Slowly, Fogl retreated. They looked at him as though they were waiting for something. Then Polzer understood he would have to leave, to
could no longer flee. She approached him, and laughed because she saw that he was afraid of her. Her hands grasped him. He did not move. Her hands fumbled at his buttons. Polzer trembled. She took hold of his penis. Milka laughed when his semen came. Then she slapped him, and he staggered. As soon as the shadow of his aunt fell across the lighted door, Polzer had known that a woman’s nakedness was something horrid. Even before seeing his aunt’s shadow, he was tormented by the horrible thought
name of Jesus, whom I love. I seek him with the blood of my heart, in the blood of my sin, my unatonable sin, my eternal sin. Do you believe me?” He stood right in front of the doctor. His voice was trembling. He looked at the doctor. The doctor did not know if he was beseeching him or threatening him. But he waited. “Yes ...” the doctor said hesitantly, “I ... believe you.” Then Sonntag took the doctor’s hand and pulled it to him and fell to the rain-drenched street and kissed the hand. The
late – Ungar was a notorious hypochondriac and apparently the doctors did not take his complaints seriously – he died at the age of thirty-six on October 28, 1929. He is buried in the small Jewish section of Prague’s Malvazinka Cemetery. His wife and two sons immigrated to England before Nazi Germany occupied the country. His father died in Boskovice in 1941 and is buried in the town’s Jewish cemetery in an unmarked grave. Ungar’s mother and brother and his brother’s entire family died in the