sebald

A posthumous piece in the New Yorker. Starts describing how in the late forties as a child he was playing Cities Quartet. With Sebald you never know when it is an invention... but for me after forty or so years Dichter Quartet popped up as the forgotten game defining my childhood-not soccer, not backgammon, not even chess. We were cutting cardboards and picking writers and listing four pieces in different orders...Where are the players? Who will ever remember? Not even I. Only Sebald who died a year ago...