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Eduard Scham is a drunken, grandiose, hypochondriac Jewish railway official. He writes a travel timetable whose revised editions keep swelling into a would-be encyclopedia of every route on earth and in the cosmos. As the family drifts through wartime Hungary in poverty, he is taken away in the deportations and never returns. His son Andreas keeps half-believing he glimpses him alive in disguise, unable either to mourn him or to make him real.
When the central fact, what happened to the father, cannot be known, the narrator piles up sensory detail, catalogues and digressions about everything around him. The dense surface does not fill the hole. It traces the outline of the missing person, so the overabundance of language measures the size of the loss.
The father's guide tries to map every possible connection between places, an attempt to master chaos by charting all movement. The same railway network he catalogues becomes the machinery that carries him to his death. His dream of a legible, connected world is turned into its opposite.
History reaches the reader only at the edges of a child's attention: hunger, sudden moves, the father's strange behavior, a yellow star, adults' silences. The Holocaust is never shown directly. It is felt as distortion inside an ordinary world of smells, gardens and games, and this indirectness makes the terror more pervasive rather than less.