It is this mental, and physical, state that Sebald writes about in this book, the first of his four great novels.
The typically produces a period of rapid eye movements known as in this condition.
Apply it, inhale it, diffuse it, make it your go-to soothing oil.
Reading Sebald, my second, is like drinking red wine.
The flatter ground where my parents lie in Pennsylvania's soft coal country.
He worked on adapting the novel during Hitchcock's absence abroad, and submitted a treatment in September 1956.