Bingo Square Rep But not what you think. Let Wollheim explain. “. . . such was the hope, I would, in saying one thing after another after another after another, each with a grain more of truth to it than its predecessor, come to spill the beans: I might, if only the ear stayed steady, and that was another hope, find myself, with one broad archaic gesture, scattering the germs.” Wollheim was born in England between the two wars to a German Jewish theatrical producer […]
Definitely one of the oddest childhood memoirs I’ve read
Germs: A Memoir of Childhood by Richard Wollheim
