
I first encountered Thomas Bernhard in a university Waterstones in 1997, when I picked up a book because of its cool, doomy cover and intriguing title: The Voice Imitator. It fell open to a very short story called “Hotel Waldhaus”:
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His work was powered by bile and dread, but the Austrian novelist found laughter in the dark.
I first encountered Thomas Bernhard in a university Waterstones in 1997, when I picked up a book because of its cool, doomy cover and intriguing title: The Voice Imitator. It fell open to a very short story called “Hotel Waldhaus”: