A week ago yesterday, Werner Herzog turned 80. Last week, for The Nation, I wrote about his most recent work, a novel (more strictly, a brief tale in prose) and how, in Hiroo Onodoa, most famous of the so-called “Japanese holdouts” after WWII, the great German filmmaker has found an almost too perfect protagonist. (As I wrote in a line left on the cutti…
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