There is really no reason for me to point this out besides my obvious and shameless fondness for out ’n out torturous mobster Edgar “The Armenian” Last-name-unknown. But look, ya cannot deny that at one quarter of the way through the show, all the real bad shady shit has actually been Soviet Embassy jobs. They slaughtered the Red Fortress, and tortured and killed Pointy Revolutionary Train Lad, and have generally behaved exactly like the ruthless gangsters you’d believe Edgar’s faction to be. Meanwhile, all Edgar’s crew has actually done is very stylishly intimidate people who on the whole appear to have deserved to have tattoo-bound priests materialize in their jail cell to threateningly pray with them or consume dubious octopus dishes under alarming theremin music. God even just writing it out….the man’s taste in villainy is fucking superb.. I love Edgar and you can @ me.
And I do have a reason for this one I promise, but there’s a whole section in What I Saw (that collection of Joseph Roth’s Weimar essays) just on the traffic of Berlin. It’s kind of incredible, and there’s this one tremendous bit where the collector & translator offers his own brief editorial note that goes like:
Roth, 1924: Potsdamer Platz looks like a suppurating wound.*
Hofman: *When last seen, (August 2001), it still did.
Haha, *zeing!*, Berlin city planning!
But I bring this up because I’ve realized why I think Gereon ended up on the wrong side of the Red Rover line (I’m so proud of this joke I am abso-lutely repeating it), which is that he TOOK PUBLIC TRANSIT with the REST OF THE PROLETARIAT to get to his police position for May First. Oh you sweet Cologne child, still learning how the capital’s traffic arteries work.
Anyway, this ep’s main notes contain several more extended asides, and several further Adorable Photographs of Charlotte Ritter—a-read on:
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