I felt instantly drawn to H.G. Adler’s thinly disguised autobiographical story, The Wall: A Novel, and never really recovered from the audaciousness of this brilliant writer – who allows us unfettered access to the deepest crevices of his tortured mind.Arthur Landau is a Holocaust survivor living quietly in England, which he refers to only as the “metropolis,” where he has fled after the war. He has suffered heinous losses and speaks to us directly, though we sense he is really only talking to himself.There are no chapter breaks, and many abrupt changes in time and place that can catch the reader off-guard. There are quiet moments when Landau is gardening outside with his children playing nearby, which are suddenly interrupted by blurry images of dead people he used to know flashing before his eyes. Sometimes he is even able to travel backwards in time, and it feels like he is almost trying to change the past.