• Night Falls on the City

    Night Falls on the City (Hardback) By (author) Sarah Gainham

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    Title
    Night Falls on the City
    Authors and contributors
    By (author) Sarah Gainham
    Physical properties
    Format: Hardback
    Number of pages: 573
    Width: 167 mm
    Height: 232 mm
    Thickness: 28 mm
    Weight: 717 g
    ISBN
    ISBN 13: 9780002435567
    ISBN 10: 000243556X
    Classifications

    Nielsen BookScan Product Class 3: Z99.9
    Edition statement
    New impression
    Publisher
    HarperCollins Distribution Services
    Imprint name
    HarperCollins Distribution Services
    Publication date
    18 January 1971
    Review text
    Sarah Gainham has written a number of light intrigues, rather like Martha Albrand's, here dilated to a novel of some 600 pages, considerable surface spread and not much depth. Certainly not that of Olivia Manning's trilogy on the death of Bucharest. The city is Vienna from the Anschluss through to the end of the war, a primary world of events and people caught up in them. Center stage throughout is a prominent actress, Julie Homburg, married to Franz, a Jewish liberal politician, and Kerenyi, their closest friend, editor of the independent newspaper. Right after the takeover, Franz, at first unaware of the gravity of his position, attempts to reach Prague but returns to be hidden throughout the next seven years in the apartment, faithfully attended by their servant. Franz is an ailing, failing, sometimes querulous prisoner, while Julie keeps up all kinds of appearances on and off stage while drifting away from him into an easy, sentimental affair with a young officer. Then there's Ruth, Franz' niece, whom she salvages for a time but who eventually is the victim of a round-up. On and on it goes, densely, sometimes ornamentally, detailed through the months and years of day to day survival. Miss Gainham is adroit and sustains this sympathetically. But does the large cast of characters obviate the necessity of individuating them, or the prose, while easy, excuse its absence of any real style? Still the novel does have that Remarque-ability of making a painful experience painless to read, a fact certified by the Book-of-the-Month Club selection as well as strong publisher promotion. (Kirkus Reviews)