Meyer Levin, photo courtesy of the Leo Baeck Institute.

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Part 2 of 3 (Part 1 here)

In that moment I sensed the deep psychic truth that lies in folk legendry. For truly the Lorelei land was the symbol of the German soul, the depth of evil hidden under the pretty surface of sentiment.[1]

The most disgusting passages of In Search are undoubtedly Levin’s sexual fantasies about German women. I’ll quote one glaring and rather long example. I’ll try to break it down into readable pieces as much as I can, but in order to give you an impression of both Levin’s lyrical style of writing (if anyone cares to analyze its similarities with The Diary of Anne Frank) and his version of Jewish revenge porn, I need to quote him in all his despicable glory: