I'll never learn. While buying "Engineers of Victory" by Paul Kennedy, which proved to be an engrossing and fact-filled account of the problem-solvers and middle-men who helped the Allies win WW2, I decided to take up the bookshop's "Buy one get one half price" offer. To contrast with the worthy paperback I was really interested in, I made a rapid choice from the fiction pile and selected "Look Who's Back" by Timur Vermes, of which the review quotes on the cover said:
"Be warned. This book is funny. Very funny" , "
An audacious assault on a modern taboo ... An uproarious, disturbing book" , and
"Funny and frightening ... A powerful and important book".Well, I started reading this with an open mind, and found it to be a rather pedantic account of an unlikely premise, summarised as:
"Berlin, Summer 2011. Adolf Hitler wakes up on a patch of open ground, alive and well. Things have changed - no Eva Braun, no Nazi party, no war. Hitler barely recognises his beloved Fatherland, filled with immigrants and run by a woman". This was all written originally in German, and published in Germany, before being published in English. Maybe some of the quoted "fun" was lost in translation, but I considered it to be as amusing as a wet weekend in Wigan, and as frightening as Larry the Lamb in Toytown.
I managed to read the dire tale to the end, possibly aided by the mercifully short chapters, waiting expectantly for some flash of brilliance to lighten the tedious task, but it was not to be. Perhaps my "willing suspension of disbelief" in accepting the humorous aspects of Adolf as a bumbling time traveller was spoilt by my clear memory of being told by my mum about his suicide in that Berlin bunker on my 6th birthday in 1945. I remember being pleased at the time that this most unpleasant bogeyman had chosen to top himself as a sort of birthday present to me.