One rainy day in Berlin, five years ago, Adolf Hitler's monoliterate Nazis solemnly heaped up a bonfire of books, solemnly burned them to death. Among the victims of this auto-da-fé were the books of such great Germans as Thomas Mann, as well as such "unGerman" writers as Jack London, Sinclair Lewis, Ernest Hemingway, Judge Ben Lindsey. Drizzling skies kept the bonfire from blazing, but the smoke of it still stinks in democratic nostrils. Last week, with plans afoot for the next session of the International Congress of Book Publishers, to be held...
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