Berlin Alexanderplatz

The 41 tram into the city

Still not there

The example of Zannovich

The story is concluded in an unexpected way; helping the freed man to acquire new strength

Markets opening directionless, gradually drifting lower, Hamburg out of bed the wrong side, London continuing weak

Victory all along the line! Franz Biberkopfy buys a veal escalope

In which Franz swears to all the world and himself, to remain decent in Berlin, money or not

Franz Biberkopf enters Berlin

Franz Biberkopf is on the job market, you need to earn money, a man can't live without money. And all about the Frankfurt Topfmarket

Lina takes it to the queers

The Neue Welt, in Hassenheide, if it's not one thing it's another, no need to make life any harder than what it is already

Franz is a man of some scale, and he knows what's what

The scale of this Franz Biberkopf. A match for the heroes of old

Yesterday on the backs of steeds ...

Today, shot through the chest he bleeds

Tomorrow in the chill tomb, no, we'll keep our composure

A handful of people round the Alex

Biberkopf anaesthetized, Franz curls up, Franz doesn't want to see anything

Franz, on the retreat, plays a farewell march for the Jews

For as with animals, so it is with man; the one must die, the other likewise

Conversation with Job, it's up to you, Job, you don't want to

And they all have one breath, and man has no more than the beasts

Franz's window is open, sometimes amusing things happen in the world

Hopp, hopp, hopp, horsey does gallop

Reunion on the Alex, bitching cold. Though next year, 1929, will be even colder

Nothing for a while, pause for rest and recuperation

Booming trade in girls

Franz reflects on the trade in women, and suddenly he's had enough, and wants something else

Local news

Franz takes a calamitous decision. He fails to realize he is sitting in a nettle patch

Sunday, 8 April 1928

Crime pays

The night of Sunday

Monday, 9 April

Franz won't go down, and they can't make him go down

Get up, you feeble spirit, and stand on your own two feet

Third conquest of Berlin

Clothes make people, and a new person gets a new set of eyes

A new person gets a new head as well

A new man needs a new job or he needs none at all

A girl shows up, and now Franz is back to strength

Defensive war against bourgeois values

Conspiracy of females, our dear ladies take the floor, the heart of Europe is unchanged

Enough politics, idleness is much more dangerous

The fly clambers up, shaking the sand from its wings; before long it will buzz some more

Forward, in step, drum roll and battalions

The fist on the table

Pussi Uhl, the flood of American visitors, and do you write Wilma with a V or a W?

The duel begins! It continues rainy

Franz breaking and entering, Franz not under the wheels, he's in the box seat now, he's made it

Love's weal and woe

Dazzling harvest in prospect, but miscalculations have been known to happen

Wednesday, 29 August

Saturday, 1 September

Franz notices nothing, and the world goes on its way

A few bonds are loosened, the criminals fall out among themselves

Keep your eyes on Karl the plumber: something's going on with him

Things come to a head, plumber Karl gets caught and spills some beans

So I returned, and considered all the oppressions that are done under the sun

And behold the tears of such as were oppressed, and they had no comforter

Then I praised the dead which are already dead

The fortress is completely surrounded, the last sallies are undertaken, but they are nothing but diversionary tactics

Battle is joined. We ride into hell with a great fanfare

The Police HQ is on Alexanderplatz

Reinhold's Black Wednesday-but this section can be skipped

Buch insane asylum, closed ward

Dextrose and camphor injections, but in the end a different consultant is involved

Death sings his slow, slow song

And now Franz hears the slow song of Death

In which is described what pain is

Departure of the evil harlot, triumph of the great sacrifice, drummer and axe-swinger

Beginnings are difficult

Dear Fatherland, don't worry, I shan't slip again in a hurry

And by the right quick march left right left right.