Sodoms Ende
Summary
Berlin, a city devouring its own children, swallows a painter whose canvases once blazed like comets across cafés soaked in absinthe and apocalypse. He arrives hungry, leaves ghost-thin, trading pigment for pawn-shop bread while his muse—an actress with moth-wing eyes—ascends the variété staircase, applause slick as arsenic. Sudermann’s quill traces a scalpel line between lust and livelihood: the artist signs his name to forgery, the actress sells her laughter by the gram, both bartering scraps of soul until the city coughs up a final reckoning in a garret where the stove never lit and the wallpaper peels like old scabs. When the last tube of ultramarine dries on the cracked palette, only the echo of unpaid rent and a half-finished triptych remain, its central panel a gaping maw of cobalt that seems to inhale the very gaslight. In the fog outside, a poster for next week’s sensation flutters, already forgetting the pair who believed art could ransom mortality.
Synopsis
A tragedy of an artistic life in Berlin.
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