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In the Garden of Beasts: Love, Terror, and an American Family in Hitler's Berlin Paperback – January 1, 2011
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The time is 1933, the place, Berlin, when William E. Dodd becomes America’s first ambassador to Hitler’s Nazi Germany in a year that proved to be a turning point in history.
A mild-mannered professor from Chicago, Dodd brings along his wife, son, and flamboyant daughter, Martha. At first Martha is entranced by the parties and pomp, and the handsome young men of the Third Reich with their infectious enthusiasm for restoring Germany to a position of world prominence. Enamored of the “New Germany,” she has one affair after another, including with the suprisingly honorable first chief of the Gestapo, Rudolf Diels.
But as evidence of Jewish persecution mounts, confirmed by chilling first-person testimony, her father telegraphs his concerns to a largely indifferent State Department back home. Dodd watches with alarm as Jews are attacked, the press is censored, and drafts of frightening new laws begin to circulate. As that first year unfolds and the shadows deepen, the Dodds experience days full of excitement, intrigue, romance—and ultimately, horror, when a climactic spasm of violence and murder reveals Hitler’s true character and ruthless ambition.
Suffused with the tense atmosphere of the period, and with unforgettable portraits of the bizarre Göring and the expectedly charming--yet wholly sinister--Goebbels, In the Garden of Beasts lends a stunning, eyewitness perspective on events as they unfold in real time, revealing an era of surprising nuance and complexity. The result is a dazzling, addictively readable work that speaks volumes about why the world did not recognize the grave threat posed by Hitler until Berlin, and Europe, were awash in blood and terror.
- Print length448 pages
- LanguageEnglish
- PublisherCrown
- Publication dateJanuary 1, 2011
- Dimensions5.19 x 1.23 x 7.96 inches
- ISBN-10030740885X
- ISBN-13978-0307408853
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“By far his best and most enthralling work of novelistic history….Powerful, poignant…a transportingly true story.” —New York Times
“Reads like an elegant thriller…utterly compelling… marvelous stuff. An excellent and entertaining book that deserves to be a bestseller, and probably will be.”
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“The most important book of 2011.” —O, The Oprah Magazine
“A dazzling amalgam of reportage….Reads like a suspense novel, replete with colorful characters, both familiar and those previously relegated to the shadows. Like Christopher Isherwood’s Berlin Stories or Victor Klemperer’s Diaries, IN THE GARDEN OF BEASTS is an on-the-ground documentary of a society going mad in slow motion.” —Chicago Sun-Times
“Fascinating...A master at writing true tales as riveting as fiction.” —People (3 1/2 stars)
“Larson has meticulously researched the Dodds’ intimate witness to Hitler’s ascendancy and created an edifying narrative of this historical byway that has all the pleasures of a political thriller….a fresh picture of these terrrible events.”
—New York Times Book Review
“Larson, a master of historical nonfiction, has written a fascinating book that, although carefully researched and documented, reads like a political thriller...highly recommended to anyone interested in the rise of the Third Reich and America’s role in that process.” —Jewish Book World
“Larson's strengths as a storyteller have never been stronger than they are here, and this story is far more important than either "The Devil in the White City" or "Thunderstruck." How the United States dithered as Hitler rose to power is a cautionary tale that bears repeating, and Larson has told it masterfully.”
—Cleveland Plain Dealer
“Larson has done it again, expertly weaving together a fresh new narrative from ominous days of the 20th century.” —Associated Press
“Mesmerizing...cinematic, improbable yet true.” —Philadelphia Inquirer
“Compelling...the kind of book that brings history alive.” —USA TODAY
“[G]ripping, a nightmare narrative of a terrible time. It raises again the question never fully answered about the Nazi era—what evil humans are capable of, and what means are necessary to cage the beast.” —Seattle Times
“A stunning work of history.” —Newsweek
“Tells a fascinating story brilliantly well.” —Financial Times
“A cautionary tale not to be missed.”—Washington Times
“Highly compelling...Larson brings Berlin roaring to life in all its glamour and horror...a welcome new chapter in the vast canon of World War II literature.”
—Christian Science Monitor
“Terrific storytelling.” —Los Angeles Times
“Vivid and immediate...a fascinating and gripping account.” —Washington Independent Review of Books
“Gripping...a story of stunning impact.” —New York Daily News
“Larson is superb at creating a you-are-there sense of time and place. In the Garden of Beasts is also a superb book...nothing less than masterful.” —Toronto Globe and Mail
“Harrowingly suspenseful.” —Vogue.com
“Larson has taken a brilliant idea and turned it into a gripping book.” —Women's Wear Daily
“A gripping, deeply-intimate narrative with a climax that reads like the best political thriller, where we are stunned with each turn of the page.” —Louisville Courier Journal
“Electrifying reading...fascinating.” —Minneapolis Star-Tribune
“Larson's books are tightly focused and meticulously researched, but they also are rich in anecdote and detail from the homey mundane to the tragic, the absurd and the downright funny. His prose has an austere, compassionate lyricism. His narratives have novelistic pull...his psychological perception and empathic imagination lend flesh to the documents, music to the ballrooms. He gives a throbbing pulse to the foolish and the wise, the malignant and the kind.” —The Oregonian
“A masterly work of salacious nonfiction that captures the decadent and deadly years of The Third Reich.” —Men's Journal
“Even though we know how it will end — the book's climax, the Night of the Long Knives, being just the beginning, this is a page-turner, full of flesh and blood people and monsters too, whose charms are particularly disturbing.” —Portsmouth Herald
“Larson’s latest chronicle of history has as much excitement as a thriller novel, and it’s all the more thrilling because it’s all true.” —Asbury Park Press
“Larson succeeds brilliantly…offers a fascinating window into the year when the world began its slow slide into war.” —Maclean's
“Larson's scholarship is impressive, but it's his pacing and knack for suspense that elevates the book from the matter-of-fact to the sublime.” —Pittsburgh Tribune-Review
“[A] brilliant tour de force of nonfiction writing...Larson, as always, conjures magic with the details, and often injects a welcome dollop of dark humor...In the Garden of Beasts serves as both a serious, insightful look at history, and a stern warning against national complacency when you’re being run by a dictator who is both vicious and undeniably off his rocker.” —Dallas Morning News
“Like slipping slowly into a nightmare, with logic perverted and morality upended….It all makes for a powerful, unsettling immediacy.” —Vanity Fair
“A master of nonfiction storytelling...Larson once again gathers an astounding amount of historical detail to re-create scene after vivid scene...a stunning, provocative immersion...a call to citizens in all nations to investigate the motives of power brokers and government officials, to stand our ground when we see others' moral compasses going awry.” —Dallas/Fort Worth Star-Telegram
“Excellent.” —Salon.com
“No other author...has the ability to actually live up to that old adage of making history come alive. What Larson is doing is creating a world that no longer exists on the page...[He] not only succeeds but is able to turn what one would expect to be tedium into page-turning brilliance.”—Digital Americana
“Narrative nonfiction at its finest, this story drops into 1933 Berlin as William E. Dodd becomes the first U.S. ambassador to Hitler's Germany—a tale of intrigue, romance, and foreboding.” —Kansas City Star
“One of the most popular history books this year...offers something for both serious students of the 1930s and for lovers of charming stories.” —St. Louis Post-Dispatch
“Erik Larson tackles this outstanding period of history as fully and compellingly as he portrayed the events in his bestseller, The Devil in the White City. With each page, more horrors are revealed, making it impossible to put down. In the Garden of Beasts reads like the true thriller it is.” —BookReporter.com
“In this mesmerizing portrait of the Nazi capital, Larson plumbs a far more diabolical urban cauldron than in his bestselling The Devil in the White City...a vivid, atmospheric panorama of the Third Reich and its leaders, including murderous Nazi factional infighting, through the accretion of small crimes and petty thuggery.” —Publishers Weekly (Starred Review)
“An excellent study, taking a tiny instant of modern history and giving it specific weight, depth and meaning.”—Kirkus Reviews (Starred Review)
“A brilliant and often infuriating account of the experiences and evolving attitudes of the Dodd family during Hitler’s critical first year in power. With the benefit of hindsight, of course, the Dodds seem almost criminally ignorant, but Larson treats them with a degree of compassion that elevates them to tragic status.”—Booklist (Starred Review)
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Means of Escape
The telephone call that forever changed the lives of the Dodd family of Chicago came at noon on Thursday, June 8, 1933, as William E. Dodd sat at his desk at the University of Chicago.
Now chairman of the history department, Dodd had been a professor at the university since 1909, recognized nationally for his work on the American South and for a biography of Woodrow Wilson. He was sixty-four years old, trim, five feet eight inches tall, with blue-gray eyes and light brown hair. Though his face at rest tended to impart severity, he in fact had a sense of humor that was lively, dry, and easily ignited. He had a wife, Martha, known universally as Mattie, and two children, both in their twenties. His daughter, also named Martha, was twenty-four years old; his son, William Jr.--Bill--was twenty-eight.
By all counts they were a happy family and a close one. Not rich by any means, but well off, despite the economic depression then gripping the nation. They lived in a large house at 5757 Blackstone Avenue in Chicago’s Hyde Park neighborhood, a few blocks from the university. Dodd also owned--and every summer tended--a small farm in Round Hill, Virginia, which, according to a county survey, had 386.6 acres, “more or less,” and was where Dodd, a Jeffersonian democrat of the first stripe, felt most at home, moving among his twenty-one Guernsey heifers; his four geldings, Bill, Coley, Mandy, and Prince; his Farmall tractor; and his horse-drawn Syracuse plows. He made coffee in a Maxwell House can atop his old wood-burning stove. His wife was not as fond of the place and was more than happy to let him spend time there by himself while the rest of the family remained behind in Chicago. Dodd named the farm Stoneleigh, because of all the rocks strewn across its expanse, and spoke of it the way other men spoke of first loves. “The fruit is so beautiful, almost flawless, red and luscious, as we look at it, the trees still bending under the weight of their burden,” he wrote one fine night during the apple harvest. “It all appeals to me.”
Though generally not given to cliche, Dodd described the telephone call as a “sudden surprise out of a clear sky.” This was, however, something of an exaggeration. Over the preceding several months there had been talk among his friends that one day a call like this might come. It was the precise nature of the call that startled Dodd, and troubled him.
For some time now, Dodd had been unhappy in his position at the university. Though he loved teaching history, he loved writing it more, and for years he had been working on what he expected would be the definitive recounting of early southern history, a four-volume series that he called The Rise and Fall of the Old South, but time and again he had found his progress stymied by the routine demands of his job. Only the first volume was near completion, and he was of an age when he feared he would be buried alongside the unfinished remainder. He had negotiated a reduced schedule with his department, but as is so often the case with such artificial ententes, it did not work in the manner he had hoped. Staff departures and financial pressures within the university associated with the Depression had left him working just as hard as ever, dealing with university officials, preparing lectures, and confronting the engulfing needs of graduate students. In a letter to the university’s Department of Buildings and Grounds dated October 31, 1932, he pleaded for heat in his office on Sundays so he could have at least one day to devote to uninterrupted writing. To a friend he described his position as “embarrassing.”
Adding to his dissatisfaction was his belief that he should have been farther along in his career than he was. What had kept him from advancing at a faster clip, he complained to his wife, was the fact that he had not grown up in a life of privilege and instead had been compelled to work hard for all that he achieved, unlike others in his field who had advanced more quickly. And indeed, he had reached his position in life the hard way. Born on October 21, 1869, at his parents’ home in the tiny hamlet of Clayton, North Carolina, Dodd entered the bottom stratum of white southern society, which still adhered to the class conventions of the antebellum era. His father, John D. Dodd, was a barely literate subsistence farmer; his mother, Evelyn Creech, was descended from a more exalted strain of North Carolina stock and deemed to have married down. The couple raised cotton on land given to them by Evelyn’s father and barely made a living. In the years after the Civil War, as cotton production soared and prices sank, the family fell steadily into debt to the town’s general store, owned by a relative of Evelyn’s who was one of Clayton’s three men of privilege--“hard men,” Dodd called them: “. . . traders and aristocratic masters of their dependents!”
Dodd was one of seven children and spent his youth working the family’s land. Although he saw the work as honorable, he did not wish to spend the rest of his life farming and recognized that the only way a man of his lowly background could avoid this fate was by gaining an education. He fought his way upward, at times focusing so closely on his studies that other students dubbed him “Monk Dodd.” In February 1891 he entered Virginia Agricultural and Mechanical College (later Virginia Tech). There too he was a sober, focused presence. Other students indulged in such pranks as painting the college president’s cow and staging fake duels so as to convince freshmen that they had killed their adversaries. Dodd only studied. He got his bachelor’s degree in 1895 and his master’s in 1897, when he was twenty-six years old.
At the encouragement of a revered faculty member, and with a loan from a kindly great-uncle, Dodd in June 1897 set off for Germany and the University of Leipzig to begin studies toward a doctorate. He brought his bicycle. He chose to focus his dissertation on Thomas Jefferson, despite the obvious difficulty of acquiring eighteenth-century American documents in Germany. Dodd did his necessary classwork and found archives of relevant materials in London and Berlin. He also did a lot of traveling, often on his bicycle, and time after time was struck by the atmosphere of militarism that pervaded Germany. At one point one of his favorite professors led a discussion on the question “How helpless would the United States be if invaded by a great German army?” All this Prussian bellicosity made Dodd uneasy. He wrote, “There was too much war spirit everywhere.”
Dodd returned to North Carolina in late autumn 1899 and after months of search at last got an instructor’s position at Randolph-Macon College in Ashland, Virginia. He also renewed a friendship with a young woman named Martha Johns, the daughter of a well-off landowner who lived near Dodd’s hometown. The friendship blossomed into romance and on Christmas Eve 1901, they married.
At Randolph-Macon, Dodd promptly got himself into hot water. In 1902 he published an article in the Nation in which he attacked a successful campaign by the Grand Camp of Confederate Veterans to have Virginia ban a history textbook that the veterans deemed an affront to southern honor. Dodd charged that the veterans believed the only valid histories were those that held that the South “was altogether right in seceding from the Union.”
The backlash was immediate. An attorney prominent in the veterans’ movement launched a drive to have Dodd fired from Randolph-Macon. The school gave Dodd its full support. A year later he attacked the veterans again, this time in a speech before the American Historical Society in which he decried their efforts to “put out of the schools any and all books which do not come up to their standard of local patriotism.” He railed that “to remain silent is out of the question for a strong and honest man.”
Dodd’s stature as a historian grew, and so too did his family. His son was born in 1905, his daughter in 1908. Recognizing that an increase in salary would come in handy and that pressure from his southern foes was unlikely to abate, Dodd put his name in the running for an opening at the University of Chicago. He got the job, and in the frigid January of 1909, when he was thirty-nine years old, he and his family made their way to Chicago, where he would remain for the next quarter century. In October 1912, feeling the pull of his heritage and a need to establish his own credibility as a true Jeffersonian democrat, he bought his farm. The grueling work that had so worn on him during his boyhood now became for him both a soul-saving diversion and a romantic harking back to America’s past.
Dodd also discovered in himself an abiding interest in the political life, triggered in earnest when in August 1916 he found himself in the Oval Office of the White House for a meeting with President Woodrow Wilson. The encounter, according to one biographer, “profoundly altered his life.”
Dodd had grown deeply uneasy about signs that America was sliding toward intervention in the Great War then being fought in Europe. His experience in Leipzig had left him no doubt that Germany alone was responsible for starting the war, in satisfaction of the yearnings of Germany’s industrialists and aristocrats, the Junkers, whom he likened to the southern aristocracy before the Civil War. Now he saw the emergence of a similar hubris on the part of America’s own industrial and military elites. When an army general tried to include the University of Chicago in a national campaign to ready the nation for war, Dodd bridled and took his complaint directly to the commander in chief.
Dodd wanted only ten minutes of Wilson’s time but got far more and found himself as thoroughly charmed as if he’d been the recipient of a potion in a fairy tale. He came to believe that Wilson was correct in advocating U.S. intervention in the war. For Dodd, Wilson became the modern embodiment of Jefferson. Over the next seven years, he and Wilson became friends; Dodd wrote Wilson’s biography. Upon Wilson’s death on February 3, 1924, Dodd fell into deep mourning.
At length he came to see Franklin Roosevelt as Wilson’s equal and threw himself behind Roosevelt’s 1932 campaign, speaking and writing on his behalf whenever an opportunity arose. If he had hopes of becoming a member of Roosevelt’s inner circle, however, Dodd soon found himself disappointed, consigned to the increasingly dissatisfying duties of an academic chair.
Now he was sixty-four years old, and the way he would leave his mark on the world would be with his history of the old South, which also happened to be the one thing that every force in the universe seemed aligned to defeat, including the university’s policy of not heating buildings on Sundays.
More and more he considered leaving the university for some position that would allow him time to write, “before it is too late.” The idea occurred to him that an ideal job might be an undemanding post within the State Department, perhaps as an ambassador in Brussels or The Hague. He believed that he was sufficiently prominent to be considered for such a position, though he tended to see himself as far more influential in national affairs than in fact he was. He had written often to advise Roosevelt on economic and political matters, both before and immediately after Roosevelt’s victory. It surely galled Dodd that soon after the election he received from the White House a form letter stating that while the president wanted every letter to his office answered promptly, he could not himself reply to all of them in a timely manner and thus had asked his secretary to do so in his stead.
Dodd did, however, have several good friends who were close to Roosevelt, including the new secretary of commerce, Daniel Roper. Dodd’s son and daughter were to Roper like nephew and niece, sufficiently close that Dodd had no compunction about dispatching his son as intermediary to ask Roper whether the new administration might see fit to appoint Dodd as minister to Belgium or the Netherlands. “These are posts where the government must have somebody, yet the work is not heavy,” Dodd told his son. He confided that he was motivated mainly by his need to complete his Old South. “I am not desirous of any appointment from Roosevelt but I am very anxious not to be defeated in a life-long purpose.”
In short, Dodd wanted a sinecure, a job that was not too demanding yet that would provide stature and a living wage and, most important, leave him plenty of time to write--this despite his recognition that serving as a diplomat was not something to which his character was well suited. “As to high diplomacy (London, Paris, Berlin) I am not the kind,” he wrote to his wife early in 1933. “I am distressed that this is so on your account. I simply am not the sly, two-faced type so necessary to ‘lie abroad for the country.’ If I were, I might go to Berlin and bend the knee to Hitler--and relearn German.” But, he added, “why waste time writing about such a subject? Who would care to live in Berlin the next four years?”
Whether because of his son’s conversation with Roper or the play of other forces, Dodd’s name soon was in the wind. On March 15, 1933, during a sojourn at his Virginia farm, he went to Washington to meet with Roosevelt’s new secretary of state, Cordell Hull, whom he had met on a number of previous occasions. Hull was tall and silver haired, with a cleft chin and strong jaw. Outwardly, he seemed the physical embodiment of all that a secretary of state should be, but those who knew him better understood that when angered he had a most unstatesmanlike penchant for releasing torrents of profanity and that he suffered a speech impediment that turned his r’s to w’s in the manner of the cartoon character Elmer Fudd--a trait that Roosevelt now and then made fun of privately, as when he once spoke of Hull’s “twade tweaties.” Hull, as usual, had four or five red pencils in his shirt pocket, his favored tools of state. He raised the possibility of Dodd receiving an appointment to Holland or Belgium, exactly what Dodd had hoped for. But now, suddenly forced to imagine the day-to-day reality of what such a life would entail, Dodd balked. “After considerable study of the situation,” he wrote in his little pocket diary, “I told Hull I could not take such a position.”
But his name remained in circulation.
And now, on that Thursday in June, his telephone began to ring. As he held the receiver to his ear, he heard a voice he recognized immediately.
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- Publisher : Crown; 1st edition (January 1, 2011)
- Language : English
- Paperback : 448 pages
- ISBN-10 : 030740885X
- ISBN-13 : 978-0307408853
- Item Weight : 14.1 ounces
- Dimensions : 5.19 x 1.23 x 7.96 inches
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Erik Larson is the author of five national bestsellers: Dead Wake, In the Garden of Beasts, Thunderstruck, The Devil in the White City, and Isaac’s Storm, which have collectively sold more than nine million copies. His books have been published in nearly twenty countries.
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Accompanied by his wild, beautiful and literary aspiring daughter, Martha, son Bill Jr. and wife, Mattie, the Dodds sail to Germany with high hopes yet wear rose colored glasses. For the elder Dodd, who had been a student years back at the University of Leipzig, those days recalled for him the old Germany, the Weimar Republic when free thinking people could express their ideas, and celebrate many cultures.
On the surface, Berlin 1933 looks and feels the same to Dodd. Yet small tremors begin to appear: Hitler's rise to Chancellor, the creation of the SA Stormtroopers, hints of blame and dismay against the Jewish population. In fact, early in his tenure, Ambassador Dodd was in agreement with the regimes newfound ideologies.
And slowly things begin to unravel. Dodd is viewed by many as a pedantic historian who lectures about the lessons from history. But his words fall on deaf ears. His pedantic style and quiet staid approach is at first taken as small minded and then downright ineffective.
It's clear throughout the book that Dodd is ill-fit for the position. Only at the end of the book is it evident that Dodd became a prophet of doom---a Cassandra like figure who tried to warn "isolationists" that Hitler would indeed bring the world into war---again.
Martha, Dodd's daughter features predominantly in the book. After having a brief affair with the head of the Gestapo, Rudolph Diels, she embarks on a long-term affair with Russian embassy correspondent, Boris Winogradov, someone she truly falls in love with. Martha, the consummate opportunist becomes involved with artistic and literary members of Berlin's avante-garde. She herself is an aspiring writer and will later on write a memoir and novel of her experiences.
Like a mosaic, Erik Larsen takes the reader through a day by day and at times hour by hour sojourn into the Berlin of 1933-34. The writing,"novelistic history" really transports the reader to a Berlin undergoing small but deadly changes. These small pieces add up to a terrifying portrayal of a country who will become beholden to a newly created dictator named Adolf Hitler.
Here also is the colorful cast of characters including Hermann Goring, Goebbles, Himmler and the rise of the SS. One of the inciting incidents leading to the rise of the Nazis is the June 30, 1934 mass killing of hundreds of dissenters and the infamous Ernst Rohm, head of the dreaded SA. The inner feuds between the SA Brown shirts and the Gestapo SS cause Hitler to renounce the SA as he chooses the SS, led now by Himmler.
This is a riveting, well-written and well- researched novel. Highly recommended.
Martha Dodd dated a series of dangerous boyfriends in Berlin, including a Soviet spy and the chief of the Gestapo secret police. In what may be the most ill-advised matchmaking attempt in world history, a mutual friend even tried to set her up with Adolf Hitler himself, although it never progressed beyond one brief meeting between the German leader and the American ambassador's daughter.
Foreign Service Officers may find the description of the 1930s-era Foreign Service to be of interest. Half-jokingly described as the "Pretty Good Club," the Foreign Service was then comprised mostly of wealthy men who were able to spend well beyond their government salaries while overseas. Anti-Semitic attitudes were both common and socially acceptable in the State Department of that era, which helps explain why America failed so miserably to accept Jewish refugees from Germany during the 1930s.
Wisconsin residents and University of Wisconsin alumni may be interested in a supporting character in the book, Milwaukee native and UW-Madison alumna Mildred Fish Harnack. She had moved to Germany and was a friend of the Dodd family in Berlin. Although she was an American citizen, she stayed in Germany after the war began, organized a anti-Nazi resistance group, and was executed by the guillotine on Hitler's orders in 1943. The University of Wisconsin Law School has an annual human rights lecture series named in her honor.
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This story is of course shocking, the rise of National Socialism (there was nothing socialist about it) Hitler and his gang of acolytes, the hate, the suffering, the rise and fall of Nazism, the death of democracy and the subjugation of an entire nation to the will of one man to dominate those around him. We have all read about what happened to Germany, an educated, civilised and cultured modern state turned into a living hell.
However for me this story is even more shocking than the writ large essays by leading historians who have covered this period endlessly. This story is about how all this affected a small and decent family from a far off land. How they saw at first hand how the Jewish community were being persecuted, how an orderly law abiding society was slowly changing into a thugs paradise. How the rule of law was perverted or more often then not just ignored, and how new laws were passed purely to allow certain members of society to be treated like criminals based purely on their religion. How these actions by a vindictive new force affected the family is just as interesting as what they eventually did to a nation.
The author has been honest with the reader and made it clear that these changes took place slowly over time, a new rule here, a new decree there, a beating in the street, a hanging in the park, communities put under siege, forced to move, forced to leave their jobs. All these incremental moves eventually added up and, as we all know, culminated in the Holocaust and the systematic murder of millions. The families struggles with what was happening all around them and how it affected each of them individually is illuminating and perhaps answers the often asked question as to how a cultured society was turned into a ferocious beast in a few short years.
Turning a blind eye, looking the other way, perhaps having little sympathy for the victims and holding Anti Semitic views, believing the crude lies of the propogandists, too little questioning of those in power, little or no oversight, or perhaps just too scared to stand out from the crowd and say something. People who did often lost their jobs or were turfed out of their homes or just disappeared one dark night after a knock at the door.
This is the truly shocking part of this story, how a civilised, cultured, educated and law abiding democracy in only a few short years became a terrifying beast through the normal democratic process. Germany wasn't invaded or taken over by a foreign power, there was no invasion, no coup or civil uprising, no revolution. The ordinary people voted for these changes and because of political unwillingness, cowardice or any kind of foresight by the ruling elite, the beasts were allowed to gain a small political foothold which was enough, over time, for them to rise to power and draw the whole world into a conflict like non ever seen before. Democracy was dismantled and slowly destroyed from within by the very people who used their democratic rights to remove those same rights from so many. A clear warning if ever there was one, that democracy is fragile and needs to be protected from those who would attempt to remove it.
Seen through the eyes of the family, the looming conflict of political isolation and possible world war is brought much closer, made more intimate. Stalin said "one death is a tragedy, a million is a statistic" and it's the writers ability to describe many small or even trivial despicable actions that make the big picture more understandable. The daughter seems to have struggled the most with how to deal with the new regime and it's loathsome views and policies, perhaps her youth, inexperience of politics and maybe a willingness to look away from the ugly side of this new world played a part in her getting confused as to what was right and wrong. Perhaps many German people were conflicted the same way and decided to say nothing or look the other way. When your very life and the lives of others you know are at stake it's is understandable that you would feel powerless to do anything.
In the end this is a book about an American family and how they tried to deal with extraordinary times, but I suspect their story is not very different from millions of similar German families also caught up in a conflict perhaps just too big to manage.
Superior writing about a very dark episode in Europe's history.

Dodd was born a southerner. He had studied at Leipzig University around 1900, so knew German and liked the country. He had become professor of History at Chicago University in 1909. He had been a supporter of the new American president, Franklin Roosevelt, and had hoped for a sinecure ambassadorship in a country like Holland or Belgium, that would give him time to complete a history of the American Old South. Instead, on June 8th, 1933, he was offered and accepted the Berlin Embassy, after four other men had declined the offer. At the time he was 64, and Martha was 24.
Dodd was born a southerner. He had studied at Leipzig University around 1900, so knew German and liked the country. He had been a history professor at Chicago University He had been a supporter of the new American president, Franklin Roosevelt, and had hoped for a sinecure ambassadorship in a country like Holland or Belgium, that would give him time to complete a history he was writing of the American Old South. Instead, on June 8th, 1933, he was offered and accepted the Berlin Embassy, after four other men had declined the offer. Dodd himself did not approve the ferocity of Nazi antisemitism, but thought the Germans had valid grievances against the Jews.
The family eventually moved into a house in the Tiergartenstrasse. (Tiergarten is translated as “the Garden of Beasts.)
As street violence against Jews decreased and those that did occur were disowned by the regime, Dodd reported that the Nazis were becoming more moderate – ignoring the fact that the regime was now banning Jews from more and more professions and was about to deprive them of German citizenship. Dodd did decline an invitation to attend a Nazi party rally at Nuremberg, on the grounds that it was a party and not a state occasion; but his decision met with displeasure at the State Department as being provocative.
In October 1933, Hitler withdrew Germany from the League of Nations and from a disarmament conference; but Dodd was initially convinced by Hitler’s assurance that he wanted peace. His despatch to Washington to that effect was contradicted by one sent by George Messersmith, the American Consul-General in Berlin. Dodd began to be dissatisfied with Messersmith, and suspected him of coveting his own job. He also thought, wrongly, that Messersmith was Jewish, and felt that in any case there were too many Jews working in the American embassy, and he mentioned this to the State Department. When Messersmith was in Washington on leave, he reinforced the State Department’s low opinion of Dodd. There were in fact people in the State Department who would have liked to move Dodd, but were unable to do so because he enjoyed the friendship and support of President Roosevelt.
In March 1934 Dodd went on two months’ leave back to Washington. He had to spend a lot of time defending himself against his detractors in the State Department – and trying to get Jewish leaders to moderate their attacks on the Nazis: it would only make matters worse for the Jews in Germany.
Dodd and the German government were increasingly at odds: the Germans expected the American government to clamp down on anti-German activities in the US; Secretary Hull replied that the American government, unlike the German one, could not suppress freedom of speech; and in turn made demands that Germans in the US cease anti-American activities.
Dodd was also beginning to feel that Hitler’s assurances that he wanted peace were simply a move to buy time in which to rearm, and he also now saw that the Nazi persecution of Jews, though less physically violent, was relentless. But in June 1934, jst before the Night of the Long Knives on June 30th, 1934, he believed that the regime could not last much longer.
But after that event, Dodd turned decisively against the Nazis and warned the State Department of Nazi ambitions and of the danger of American isolationism. Roosevelt shared his view, but the American public was more than ever isolationist. Dodd withdrew from as much contact with the regime as possible. The Germans were aware of his hostility and likewise cold-shouldered him. The State Department thought that he was now useless as an ambassador, and wanted him removed. By 1936 Dodd himself contemplated resigning, and he could have given his deteriorating psychosomatic state of health as an excuse; but he decided against it, as it “would be recognized as a confession of failure.” Instead, he took another period of leave in the United States. Roosevelt urged him to stay as ambassador for a while longer. In his absence, one Prentiss Gilbert, who was acting ambassador, attended one of the Nazi rallies in Nuremberg, something Dodd had always refused to do. Dodd wrote a letter of protest to the State Department; the letter was leaked; and the Germans indicated that he was now persona non grata. Dodd felt that if he resigned now, it would be seen as the result of German pressure, and he agreed with Roosevelt that he should stay as ambassador at least until March 1, 1938, and he returned to Berlin. But Roosevelt came under such pressure from the State Department that Dodd was asked to leave before the end of 1937. He was succeeded by Hugh Wilson, who praised Hitler, and promised Ribbentrop that he would do all he could to keep America out of war and accused the American press of being “Jewish controlled”.
Back at home, Dodd became an active opponent of isolationism, making speeches warning against Hitler and deploring the appeasement policies of the European democracies. He died in 1940.
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Martha was a real flirt. She had broken off several engagements. She had married in March 1932, but the marriage was rocky from day one, and she left her husband when her doting father asked her to go with him to Berlin, though she would not be divorced until 1934. She later described herself as having been “slightly antisemitic”, and believed that Germany was being reborn by the Nazis. She was taken with Berlin and with the Germans she met, and gave no credence to the horror stories she was told. Vivacious and attractive, she was soon a member of the diplomatic set, and attended lavish parties – a contrast to the modest entertainments proffered by her father, who was not a rich man and insisted on living modestly on his salary alone. Martha had several sexual affaires. She also met some senior Nazis, the first of whom was Ernst Hanfstaengl, the Nazi foreign press chief and a friend of Hitler’s.
Another was Rudolf Diels, the relatively moderate chief of the Gestapo, with whom she probably had an affaire. Her father also liked him: Diels occasionally released, at Dodd’s request, foreigners from concentration camps and punished SA men who had attacked Americans, usually for not giving the Hitler salute. But Himmler, then the head of the SS, clearly wanted to take over the Gestapo, too; and Diels told Martha that he feared for his life. He was in fact removed from his post in April 1934; was arrested after the plot of July 20th, 1944 against Hitler, but survived; testified for the prosecution in the Nuremberg trials, and became an official in the West German government.
Martha also had an affectionate relationship with one Boris Winogradov from the Soviet embassy. He was actually an NKVD operative; but he was probably genuinely in love with her. She spent a lot of enjoyable times with him, but did not allow herself to be seduced.
She attended the trial in November 1933 of the five men accused of having set the Reichstag Fire. She was disgusted by Goering’s performance and impressed by the defendant Dimitrov, whose aggressive defence led to the acquittal of four of the five defendants. She gradually became disillusioned with the Nazis, stopped defending them, and showed a new interest in the Soviet Union. She travelled to that country, without Boris, though he was in the Soviet Union at the same time, and, to her displeasure, pleaded that he was too busy to be with her. She wanted to marry him, and had actually written to Stalin asking for his permission; but the NKVD was displeased with the lack of energy of Boris’ work with Martha, and approached her directly, hoping to recruit her. To a minor extent, it got information from her. The NKVD posted Boris to Romania and then to Poland, where Martha would meet him again in 1937, on her way back from a second visit to Russia. She met him one last time in Berlin, just before she returned to the USA in 1937. Boris had come from Warsaw, without permission, to see her.
She returned to America two weeks before her father’s final departure in 1937 – and within six months married a left-wing America, Alfred Stern. He, too, would work for what was now the KGB. By the time Martha wrote to Boris to tell him of her marriage, he had been executed in one of Stalin’s purges.
Martha and Alfred were very public about their interest in communism, and were summoned by the Un-American Activities Committee in 1956. They fled to Mexico and later settled in Prague. There she gradually became disillusioned with communism, and deplored the Soviet occupation after the “Prague Spring” in 1968. But she remained in Prague, where she died in 1990.



It has two very good things going for it. First, it is an honest look at how real people viewed the rise of Adolph Hitler. And it is an honest look at how anti-Semitism played a huge part in those views. However, Larson doesn't condemn the characters for not protesting enough, or for their anti-Semitic beliefs, or even for openly accepting and admiring Hitler's government. Nor does he praise them in the end, when they finally realize how bad the situation really is. Rather he tries to understand their thoughts, feelings, and actions from their own vantage point and give us a good feeling of what it would have been like if we were there. It's a refreshing, more objective view of history and one I thoroughly enjoy.
The second wonderful part of this book is the feeling of walking the streets of Berlin. Larson has a good flair for narration and the reader is transported to those streets, and can feel, see, smell, and almost touch the sights and sounds of the end days of the Weimar Republic. I hope on my next trip to try and find some of those sights. The book had deepened my love and interest in the city and has opened my eyes to a part of its history I had thought to ignore.
As for history books, this is less a conventional history, and more a personal insight. There is a general overview of the events that led to Hitler's seizure of power, but if you are looking for a deeper reading, than Larson's book is not for you. This book is unlike his others and I don't think his intention was to write just narrative history, but rather to try and experience a historical moment from the eyes of its witnesses. Fascinating. Definitely worth five stars. I read it in less than 48 hours.