10.19.2021

Oregon Emporium (Dayton 1998 Mix)


I still have (not counting Boat Chips) ten or eleven cassettes. Most of these, sadly, are Nitpickers Guide to Star Trek: TNG audiocassettes. One is the Fletch soundtrack; another is the License to Kill soundtrack. A couple of others. And then there’s this one.



I moved to Dayton to study film at Wright State. My buddy AJ (RIP, seven years ago today) was already there, so I moved into his place on E. 5th St, the Oregon District. Got a job in the district at the coffee shop at the end of the street (which also sold fancy beers and pastries and eventually sandwiches) for rent and spending money. Eventually I stopped going to school altogether and just worked full time at the Emporium, officially "the Oregon Emporium," aka the coffee shop. 

E. 5th St. was full of bars and restaurants with lofts and apartments above most of them. We were the only coffee shop, though, so I soon got to know everyone on the block and their routines. It was a great place to live and work, early twenties, and I'm happy to have preserved some of it in musical amber with this mix tape. Anyone who listens to the same ten or eleven CDs over a thousand shifts knows how they can expand to explain or imbue every corner of your life whether you want them to or not.

I wrote a little bit about leaving Dayton the second time (1999) at the end of my DS9 post. This was the mix I made when I left the first time, mid-summer 1998. This was just before the iPhone / Instagram era, and I don't have as many pictures from Dayton and my time there as I wish I did. 

I'll link to things individually, but here's a mix of the whole thing, in order, if you prefer it that way. Without further ado, here's at least one of the soundtracks for twenty-one months of my early twenties.



SIDE ONE

1.  You and I – David Byrne

"You and I - may kill ourselves
You and I - go straight to hell
Where they have barbeque and beer
Better than they do up here
And you know all the words to the songs

Yeah - we smoke cigarettes
We dance with the dead
They're soft to the touch
We drink way too much

And darling, I think you'll like it here."



I've been fortunate to have had some good bosses over the years. One of them was Joe Miller, at the Emporium. He paid more attention to real-life stuff in my life than I did. I mean I was mostly focused on beer and my long distance girlfriend and hanging out with my friends. You know how it goes. You've seen these movies. Anyway, this was one of his CDs. I used to needle him by referring to "Got the Time" as either "that Anthrax song" or "isn't this just 'Walk Like an Egyptian' by the Bangles?"

Despite such things - and an erratic work ethic - I think Joe liked me. Before he employed me he made me read a book on the history of coffee, which I always thought was cool. I'd love to thank him for the thousand kindessness shown to me 1997-1999. You try tracking down someone named Joe Miller sometime, even in our exciting modern age. 


3. Rudies Don’t Care – Hepcat
4. No Worries - Hepcat

Here's a CD I only ever saw at the coffee shop. Some googling tells me Hepcat never really broke the big time. There was a lot of this sort of thing in the air at the time, at least in Dayton in 1997 and 1998: zydeco, swing band stuff. 

We've gotten used to the internet collecting things from all walks of life - and of lives before we were born - hell, that's what this post is, even. The past has an immediacy/ portability that it didn't used to have. I bring this up here because the "Underneath the Mango Tree" part of "Rudies Don't Care" was a throwback to my VHS childhood watching Dr. No over and over, and in 1997-1998, I loved that little connection.

Now it seems like, hey, what's the big deal? There was more segregation between past and present experiences back then. This is a bigger topic, perhaps, than how it relates to these specific remarks, but ah, the velocity of time. 



5. Mean Eyed Cat – Johnny Cash

Another of Joe's CDs. I found it so fascinating that guys my age (Joe was six or seven years older but still) were listening to Elvis and Johnny Cash. I was green enough to assume this was something unique to Dayton/ Ohio, thinking hey, they didn't do this back in Rhode Island. But they did do this back in Rhode Island, it just took me moving to Ohio to realize it.

I remember these liner notes pretty well. The coffee shop was sometimes very, very dead and I think I read the liner notes to everything, as well as the ingredients to everything in every cupboard. Anyway this was a song Johnny wrote in the 60s but never finished, so he added the last stanza for the Unchained CD. "She bought a ticket with her tips, and now we're curled up on the sofa / me and her and that mean-eyed cat."

And speaking of country:

6.  Private Conversation – Lyle Lovett. 


I made many attempts with other Lyle Lovett based only on my love of these two songs, but nothing ever clicked the same way. 

Years later, my wife (back when we were just long distance love banditos) and I were driving back from New Hampshire and this tape was in the deck and she remarked on how sweet the lyrics were. (Was there more? See title.) I had literally just been thinking that the sweetness of the lyrics was not something everyone appreciates when she said that. We got married a few years later; I won't lie - those two or three seconds in the car after she said that and realizing hey, she gets it - probably had a lot to do with it. 

So hey, thanks, Lyle.  



8.  Buck Naked - David Byrne
9.  Angels –  David Byrne


“I am just an advertisement /
for a version of myself” 


Not much to say here. Two great tunes. "I'm ready now / but where are you?"


10.  Make a Change - Buckwheat Zydeco


More zydeco. The summer of 1997 in the District was big with this kind of stuff, like I said up there. It's in the background of all my memories, just as DS9 was the spring and summer after. A weird match but such things happen, in life, mix tapes, and up there in the scrambled McBrains. 


11.  Tommy's Song - Hepcat


12Country Boy – Johnny Cash. 

Listening to this again reminded me of something I'd almost forgotten: this CD eventually got taken out of rotation because someone in the District complained about the "Jesus, Jesus" refrain of one of the songs.

My country appreciation more or less stopped with Johnny Cash, Patsy Cline, and Elvis, not counting some other stuff my friend Mike had back in the day. I later worked at a bar that had a lot of country in the jukebox - new country, old country, classic country, alt-country, you name it. Heard most of the big ones and more than a few of the older ones. More power to them all, but most of it's just not for me. 

Hip hop and country, pretty much: two genres that never hooked me then or now outside of a few outliers. Who knows what the future holds?


SIDE TWO

1.  Love Is Strange – Everything But the Girl 

I don't remember much about this one except it probably made me miss my girlfriend or something ridiculous. This is that part of the movie, I guess. (The hero descends to the underworld...) 

2.  Gimme Me Some Truth – Sam Philips 

Here's an album and artist I unfairly forget about in between spins of this mix tape. (I think I've rectified this, though, by discovering several subsequent albums on Amazon Music, the kind I already have, so I bookmarked a few. Looking forward to it.)

T Bone Burnett, her ex, produced this one. He and Butch Vig and a few others really authored the 90s sound for me in my head. I keep forgetting I have Stephen King's and John Mellencamp's Ghost Brothers of Darkland County waiting to be listened to, and that's produced by T Bone Burnett. I need to better organize my queues. That's, ironically, in the queue - better time management - for the post-blog life. 




3Sad Song  – David Byrne 
4.  Rowboat – Johnny Cash
5.  Sea of Heartbreak - Johnny Cash
6.  Rusty Cage - Johnny Cash


These lyrics are so funny, but it cracks me up how every song is about being sad. I have these routines I do with my wife, now, about songs from the 80s or 90s, and one of them is just how Chris Cornell was always talking about hanging himself. This was, you know, before. Ouch. Retired that one from "the set." 

When I hear these songs now I a) love them b) think of how my life in most of the nineties was defined by dehydration, overtiredness, and various things I don't feel like mentioning to the court. Most of my opinions, feelings, and moods I see through a lava lamp of such. I wonder how the 90s would have I seemed had I ate oatmeal and drank enough water every day? 

"Sea of Heartbreak" is so great. That's Tom Petty on there - I mentioned the liner notes. At one time I had all these guest parts memorized. He and Johnny Cash were both alive back then, too, with good albums and big hits still to come. Cornell, Cash, and Tom Petty - looking at the future from the past from beyond the grave. 

"The lights in the harbor / don't shine for me..."


7.  So Long Baby Goodbye– the Blasters

Joe had a bunch of CDs there that I'd describe as dorm room music from the mid-80s. I don't know if this fits that bill, or if my memory is even accurate, but I can picture this one playing over a crane shot of a mid-80s campus party, for sure. 

This and the Blasters' "Dark Night" were in a few things. Two great tunes for sure. 


8.   Baby I Can’t Please You – Sam Philips. 
9.   Black Sky - Sam Phillips
10.   Wheel of the Broken Voice - Sam Phillips 


I never saw this video at the time. The only over-the-air TV I watched at that time was Sunday nights for the line-up. ("The Simpons" through "The X-Files" with the middle spot being whatever Fox was hawking). The rest was all laser disc, or VHS. 

At the tail end of my time in Dayton we were getting really crappy TV reception in one room in one of those furniture-TVs AJ inherited from when his Dad moved to San Francisco. We watched some 90210 over that, and I definitely (memorably) watched He Touched Me on that thing, as it put the bow on my going to Dayton to become an Elvis fan. There's a tie-in with the name homonym of the artist, here - I digress. There’s no Elvis on this mix and there probably should be. Luscious Jackson, too, and plenty more. 

“Wheel of the Broken Voice” – those lyrics, oh the 90s-ness! But in the best way. Not a Rusted Root way. Both could be used to the same effect in Dawson’s Creek, though, and few would know the difference. Don’t shoot the messenger. Incidentally, Sam Phillips went on to be the soundtrack of quite a few Gilmore Girls episodes. 



11Throwing Stones - Bob Weir


This (the linked-to) is not the same version on my tape. It doesn't sound all that different, except Wasserman is turned up in the mix on that version and not on mine. This was from a CD bootleg of some kind, back when such things weren't exactly uncommon but not something I can look up. Or, I could, if I had more info to track it down, but all I have is "that solo version of "Throwing Stones" on that one bootleg, recorded sometime between 1987 and 1998.

It's pretty great, though. 


12. I’ve Been Everywhere – Johnny Cash. 


The tape ends with this one, which became a commercial and lost a bit of its luster as a result, but for a few years there it was cool insider baseball. I mean, in my circles. Not for cosmopolitan fancy folks, or country folks. 

Oh for when such things mattered even while pretending they didn’t.


But this mix extends a bit beyond the tape, to a long shot of me closing up the shop across the street, finishing up, with a couple of ghosts, living and dead, smiling back at me, to “Last Dance.” Call it a special feature or a post-credits sequence. 

Fini

~

"I'm the ice cubes in your glass
A busted Cadillac

A garden of delight
A joker in your deck

Well it ain't in what I feel
No, it ain't in what I say
In the pleasure of a kiss
It never fades away."

- David Byrne

10.17.2021

Ten World War II Books



Well, ten-ish. Obviously there are hundreds (and hundreds) of WW2 books out there. Mention one and people will mention ten more. As it should be. That's how I ended up with the collection I have, from checking out things I read in interviews or bibliographies. Here's a mix of fiction and nonfiction that I recommend on the topic, in chronological order of publication. 

All non-book-cover-pics from The Atlas of World War Two, Unexplained Mysteries of World War Two, Their War1943: The Turning of the Tide, US Naval Institute Calendar 1993,  family archives, and Victory Through Air Power. Here we go.


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(1947)


I highly recommend James Michener both as an author of engaging reading and as a one-man crash course in any topic he covered. Despite being doggedly of the same political party, his is a different approach to the currently-ascendant Zinn/1619-Project approach re: the ideals and lived reality of these United States. More's the pity for us, but he'll come back around, I'm sure. 

For the moment, is this book better known by musical theater patrons than military history/ war fiction readers? It might be the case. But that just means it can be rediscovered en masses again someday. When that happens, people will find a rather shocking evocation of the war in the South Pacific: the logistics, the personalities, the racism(s), the geography, the jungle, the hardships, the natives, the foreigners *, the hardware, the weather, everything. The non-combat anecdotes, such as island-hopping for booze or the coda with the gravediggers of Guadalcanal, balance the combat sections perfectly. ** 

* I refer here to the Americans. The depictions of the indigenous are colorful but not without the author's biases, something he later wrote on at some length (and with his usual insight).

** If you ever read it, you might want to pick up Michener's Voice of Asia, too, as a sort of immediate-sequel. Not as successful an integration of fiction and nonfiction, but a fascinating look at the war's immediate aftermath throughout Polynesia. 


Even more interesting than this, arguably, are the chapters in Michener's autobiography of his WW2 service. The first chapter concerning the mutiny on the boat and the forged passes should be a movie all on its own. Both books, actually, contain some info I've never seen anywhere else (such as the things NY landlords did during the war, or the added threat of rape from some American servicemen that nurses in the Pacific endured.





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(1948)


Although Italy was allied with Germany in World War II, the Italian viewpoint on the war often differed sharply from that of the Germans. Malaparte was an eyewitness to the campaigns in Finland, the Ukraine, and Leningrad, and has left behind a moving account of many small incidents in the day-to-day conduct of the war.


D-Day sucks up a lot of air in the room when it comes to most WW2 talk in the West. And the Holocaust. Understandably on both counts, sure, but even beyond D-Day there's often only a handful of events, battles, or personalities that comprise the totality of most people's conception of the conflict. Books like The Volga Rises in Europe broadened my own mind of idea of how (and where) the war was conducted. 

I used to have a huge WW2 wall map that had along the bottom all the flags of the countries that fought in it, and visitors were always surprised to see the blue-and-white swastika for Finland down among the enemy combatants. Yep: they were Hitler's allies, shoring up the northern border of Fortress Europa. They were also not interested in Hitler's aims or Naziism at all; just a means to an end, i.e. reclaiming the territory the Soviets stole from them . (Like 100% of the territories the Soviets invaded in the years prior, during, and after WW2, no one ever made them give it back.) A bit squirrely, all of this, but WW2 forced some strange bedfellows all around.

Everything in this book is interesting reading, from the political dimensions/ between-the-lines stuff, to the logistics of the invasion of the Ukraine. Babi Yar is not mentioned or alluded to, but knowing it is happening gives these sections of people cheerfully laying telegraph and other wire and camp followers and dust and countryside a chilling aspect to be sure. Mazaparte was expelled from the Ukraine before too long for writing the articles included here, regardless. An unfortunate apologist for communism until his death in 1957, he had a varied and interesting life and wrote a few more books that I'd like to read someday.



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(1952)


Overshadowed by the (excellent) film, here's a gem, not just for the pleasure of well-crafted sentences, dramatic action, or wonderful characterization but for the levels of irony and thematic complexity. The blurb on the back of my copy reads: "Hitherto there has been just one unforgettable picture of a British colonel by a French novelist - Colonel Bramble. He is now joined by Pierre Boulle's Colonel Nicholson." I have not read the Maurois * short story, so can't comment there, but definitely will attest to the iconic status of Boulle's creation. (Also: "A fine ironic novel that is yet another French tribute to British eccentricity.")

* Although I just won an auction of André Maurois books so that will change soon. Huzzah!

"Clipton cursed the Colonel but was forced to yield, (sending) back to work a crowd of limping crimples, walking wounded, and malaria cases still shaking with fever but capable of dragging themselves along. They did not complain. The Colonel had the sort of faith which moves mountains, builds pyramids, cathedrals or even bridges, and makes dying men go to work with a smile on their lips. (...) With this fresh impetus the bridge was soon finished. All that remained now was what the Colonel called the trimmings, which would give the construction that "finished" look in which the practiced eye can at once recognize, in no matter what part of the world, the craftmanship of the European and the Anglo-Saxon sense of perfection."


Boulle's specific experiences before and during the war color most of the detail of Kwai. I'm making my way through all of Boulle's stuff. A great companion read to this is his My Own River Kwai, about his experiences (and capture) during WW2. I wanted to include it on this list because it gives such a fun and detailed account of a theater of the war (Indochina under the joint Vichy French/Japanese occupation) often neglected. But I thought including two Boulles would be too much, and Bridge deserves the honor more. 



~

(1955)


The story of Convoy FR77 to Murmansk – a voyage that pushes men to the limits of human endurance, crippled by enemy attack and the bitter cold of the Arctic.


I've got stacks of paperbacks that are falling apart that I nevertheless cannot throw out. Mostly I use them as side-stacked shelf ballast; they break up my eyelines agreeably. 



A lot of these are Alistair MacLeans. Many are in rough shape. I liked this one (and South by Java Head, which I also could've included here but see above remarks for My Own River Kwai) enough to buy a better copy. 

"Heavy gray clouds, formless and menacing, blotted out the sky from horizon to horizon. They were snow clouds, and please God, the snow would soon fall: that could save them now, that and that alone.

"But the snow did not come - not then. Once more there came instead only the Stukas."

Everything about the Murmansk run - from rendezvous in the middle of the North Atlantic/ lower Arctic to sailing it to loading it to unloading it to flying out and back to bomb it - sounds like it was hell on Earth. The misery of this one is etched forever on my brain. I can remember whole scenes in vivid detail, but one in particular, of the Captain visiting the doomed men below-decks, zombie-eyed, half-submerged in ice water that they must keep from freezing by moving in slow, agonized circles or vital equipment will be destroyed, doomed to die in their frozen tomb, stands out. 

Someone needs to make it into a movie, but it'd be too disappointing to see an inferior realization. I can picture the movie poster, though, of a frigate with its landing deck snarled up like the peeled cover of a sardine can with Arctic spray and gloom and the Luftwaffe approaching. 




~

(1960)


Here’s the story of the USS Wahoo, the most successful submarine in the WW2 Pacific Fleet, told in the rhythm and vernacular of the submarine service of the era. Brutal work; there’s always brutality to spare in WW2 reading, but there's something extra brutal about the sub service in any war. The Battle of the Atlantic gets a lot of the attention, but the most successful American patrols were in the Pacific. Success measured, here, in tonnage sank. The Wahoo sent twenty one ships, sixty thousand tons and untold lives to the bottom of the ocean. It was due to the efforts of ships like the Wahoo (captained by the amazingly named Mush Morton) and the USS Tang (captained by her ontetime first mate of the Wahoo Dick O’Kane) that Japan was largely unable to resupply its armies.

Sterling was the sub’s yeoman, so he was privy to most of the intel going to and from the Wahoo, and he had contact with everyone on the ship, regardless of rank. In one of those random strokes of luck that haunt survivors for the rest of their lives, he transferred off the Wahoo as it was refueling at Midway. The officers and crew threw him a going away party and all agreed to meet up in the year 2000. The sub never returned (it was later found by the Russians, still largely intact from where it was bombed). He died in 2002.

Most of the pages of mine have come unglued in the middle, so rereading it is a delicate affair. Nevertheless I’ve done so four or five times over the years. I love submarine stories, and if this one was not on here I’d include Run Silent, Run Deep or Sunk (the Japanese ss), both worthy inclusions. There’s something special about Sterling’s account, though, so here it is.

The Pacific theater is fertile ground if you'll pardon the mixed metaphor for ghost lore. The Last Battleship by Joseph J. Christiano is a great one of those. There are hundreds, like I say. I didn't want to include any WW2-adjacent works, so to speak, but while we're here.




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(1970)


I bought this at the late great Bonnett’s Bookstore in Dayton back in the 90s but never read it until five or six years ago. Amazing stuff. A Pacific Theater counterpoint to Shirer’s The Rise and Fall of the Third Reich, told mostly from the Japanese POV. One of these days I'll get the whole collection of the History of Naval Operations in World War II and read the whole damn thing start to finish. And if there was a comparable volume for the Imperial Navy, I'd read that too. 

The only glaring deficiency is barely a whisper of the occupation of Korea or many of the other activities in the occupied zone. Ah well. (Maybe the Kempeitai got to Toland.) The only true villain of the entire saga, it seemed to me, was one particular guy, Colonel Tsuji. Even he had a fair point about some things - Asia was undeniably under the racist dominion of the West for centuries, after all. He's a bit like the General Sherman of the Japanese side, perhaps. Not that that excuses a single atrocity he (or anyone, on either side) committed. I was flipping through the endnotes in completion-victory and was intrigued by this:

"To avoid standing trial as a war criminal, Colonel Tsuji went underground in Thailand immediately after the surrender, disguised as a Buddhist priest. He made his way secretly to Japan and in 1952 was elected to the Diet from the first district of Ishikawa Province. He was re-elected in 1956 but resigned 3 years later to run for the House of Councilors, to which he was elected. As he was taking his seat, General Kawaguchi (an old nemesis from Guadalcanal) shouted at him and accused him of lying, as well as charging him with atrocities in Singapore and the Philippines. The two eventually had a face-to-face debate before a capacity audience at Town Hall in Kanazawa. Tsuji denied the accusations but admitted he had erred in calling Kamaguchi a coward.

"In 1961 the Japanese government sent Tsuji to Southeast Asia, where he vanished in Laos. Several months later it was reported he had entered Red China. He was never found, and his mysterious disappearance has resulted in numerous sensational rumors. Mrs. Chitose Tsuji believes her husband is dead, but Shigeru Asaeda - who accompanied him on numerous diplomatic postwar trips - believes he is in a Red Chinese prison."


There were also rumors he advised the North Vietnamese. Sounds like a movie to me! 




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(1970)


I actually haven’t read this yet. It and Canaris look very imposing on the shelf. Speaking of, somewhere along the way publishers stopped putting so many swastikas on book spines which as a WW2 collector, I appreciate. When I belonged to the Military Book Club there was a three to four months stretch where every other monthly selection was The Illustrated History of the Gestapo or the Tottenkopf. I got them all of course, but it made for some uncomfortable decor. I remember throwing a party once and turning that whole stretch of shelf terrain around lest people got the wrong idea.

This one, a memoir by "Hitler's Architect", was controversial upon release. Was he whitewashing his story? Was a Nazi Inner Party member profiting on his activities during the war? You'll have to answer these questions yourself. For my part, there are only a handful of Nazi Inner Party memoirs even available; that makes them an amazing resource. Of course no one should take any memoir as anything other than the person writing it putting a spin on their life and times. They can't be objective observers; all the more fascinating to read. 

Along those lines, I remember getting a rash of social media crap back in the day when I announced I was reading The Service by Reinhard Gehlen. I didn’t include it here not because I don't recommend it - I do -  only because it’s primarily a book about the post-WW2 years. Gehlen was one of the Nazis spirited out of Germany before the Soviets could grab him. His story, like Speer's or Werner Von Braun's or our or any country's, is not as morally cut-and-dried as perhaps we like. Like I say, all the more reason to read it.


I just realized I should also have included this book. How did I forget that? I'll just mention it for now - amazing read. There's a movie on Heydrich in Prague directed by Fritz Lang, as well - watch it. 


~

(1973)


William Craig’s unforgettable book on the nightmare of Stalingrad. The story writes itself: the city Hitler never meant to capture and that Stalin never meant to defend, the premature minting of coins commemorating German victory, the encirclement and destruction of the Sixth Army, the brutal incompetence of Russian military command vs. the determination of the grunts, the last flight out, the terror of the Russian prison camps in frozen Siberia, the tide finally turning in favor of the Allies.  

The author relays events chronologically with generous recollections from the few survivors and official accounts – Russian, German, and Italian. I hadn't read this when the movie came out, but going to see that in the theater was interesting. Everyone in the audience was a single man - that is, they were there by themselves - and when Bob Hoskins appears on screen as Krushchev, someone in the front row shouted out a bunch of Russian at the screen and then walked out. 

The film has its fans, but I thought it was crap. How do you screw up such an amazing story? I haven't seen the latest version, but the Stalingrad movie from the 80s or 90s, whenever it was, is great. Neither beats reading this book, though. While we're here, I'll recommend the Why We Fight: Battle for Russia program, as well. All of those Why We Fights are amazing. The Russian front took over my imagination in the winter of 2000; I remember watching that thing on the little TV I had back then, in the dark in my little studio apartment in North Providence (with a British and Soviet flag in the window to boot), during some raging snowstorm, hypnotized.




~

(1991)


When Warsaw falls, Maciek escapes with his aunt Tania. Together they endure the war, running, hiding, changing their names, forging documents to secure their temporary lives — as the insistent drum of the Nazi march moves ever closer to them and to their secret wartime lies.


Here's a harrowing read. I mentioned the Murmansk run as hell on Earth. Probably only WW2-era Poland rivaled it for such a distinction. Kosinsky's The Painted Bird - covering similar terrain - had a big effect on me when I read it, but Kosinsky is an unreliable narrator, in more ways than one. Not so with this memoir.

A reader on Goodreads perhaps said it best: 

"This incredibly well-written novel is not the typical - if you'll forgive calling a Holocaust survival story 'typical' - story of a survivor of WWII. The perspective is that of a Jewish boy in Poland who never sees a concentration camp, but lives a different kind of trauma in hiding his Jewish identity throughout the war. The novel addresses many complexities, but for me ultimately raised questions of "honorable" choice: is there more honor in surviving a war, and in this case escaping the worst atrocity, one way versus another? How does the unsentimental practicality inherent in a survivor's generation impact a child? What does it mean to be a survivor on the fringe of a community already on the periphery? Highly recommended - also a quick read."




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(1991)


This history of obscure Waffen-SS units has all the elements of a war novel: ambushes, glider assaults, rescues, courage, betrayal. Included are Turkic, Hungarian, Serbian, Czech and Russian formations, as well as never-before-seen photos, diagrams, maps and first-hand accounts from diaries and survivors.


Here's another Military Book Club selection from yesteryear. It and another one I picked up at the same time (Gotterdammerung by Russ Schneider) will tell you more about the eastern front of WW2 (from the inside) than many other books. 

I've seen some criticism of this one as being almost pro-Waffen-SS. I did not find it to be that way, only that it did not go out of its way to be anti-Waffen-SS. As loathsome as the Nazis obviously and inarguably were, it's silly to think of every soldier who fought on the Axis side - especially those from captured territories - as the same degree of evil. Working for an evil side, sure, again no arguments. It's just: do we ignore every last soldier's experiences, then, because evil? Seems silly to me. Just as it's silly to think of everyone who fought on the Allied side - especially those from the stockades who were handed a rifle - as morally superior. 

Some of us just want to read about what happened and what it was like without an author's heavy hand in any direction. 'Nuff said. I enjoy reading about things left out of most narratives of WW2, such as basically everything in this volume. 




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(1992)


This could pretty much be insert-Ambrose-here. You can't really go wrong with anything by him you pick up. You don't need me to tell you anything about this one, I assume, but if you've only ever seen the (excellent) mini-series, you should give the book a read. Especially the endnotes. 

If I have a criticism of the author, it's that he sometimes goes a bit overboard on the heroism and courage descriptors. I certainly prefer it to approaches that attempt to minimize such things, and I've no beef with it in principle. Just there are a few times where he describes otherwise neutral actions with hyperbole. Not quite at Battle Cry by Leon Uris levels, but tilting in such a direction, here and there. 



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(2008)

With original and controversial insights brought about by meticulous research, Human Smoke re-evaluates the political turning points that led up to war and in so doing challenges some of the treasured myths we hold about how war came about and how atrocities like the Holocaust were able to happen. 


So says a blurb from the official release. I think this book is amazing, but it seems to have garnered a bit of a reputation as historical revisionism. And I don't think fairly. 

What it does is collect quotes from all sides (and some sides you wouldn't think to include in such a book as this, such as Gandhi's) to paint a broader picture of the years leading up to the war and the aims / tactics of the various powers. In so doing it complicates a black-and-white view of FDR, Churchill, Hitler, et al. But that's all it does: complicate hagiography, not revise or alter or reframe the historical record. I see that happening often enough out there, and it worries me deeply. I don't think it's happening in Human Smoke

One thing missing from works such as this that should be kept in mind is that while it gives an interesting picture drawn from many angles, it's not a complete panorama. (It says so right in the beginning!) Another book, for example, A Man Called Intrepid , describes actions running concurrently as any described here. More than one thing can be true at any one time and always often are. 



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(2020)


This came out last year, but I didn't read it until 2021. The press around its release felt like part of an electioneering strategy last year, which was gross. I'm glad I waited, as it was probably much more revealing reading it in the first hundred days of the Biden administration rather than the last hundred days of Trump's. That won't be the case for everyone, though. 

Whatever the case, the story of how a deeply divided nation was transformed into a one-party dictatorship, to the sound of wild cheers and parades, tolerating things it would never have tolerated - indeed was founded not to tolerate - is urgent in any era, any country. When the Nazis were elected, they quickly set about (1) dismantling, absorbing, or ghettoizing any threats to their political hegemony (the Enabling Act), (2) establishing Reich commissars over local states and governments, (3) abolished the trade union (by merging their reason for being with itself, i.e. fascism, corporate-government), (4) legally disenfranchising German Jews as prelude to the horrors to come, (5) defunding police forces (and replacing them with its own), (6) inserting ideological watchdogs in every formally independent strata of society. 

If you know where you want to get to, have the will to pursue it, and hit the ground running, there's an awful lot you can accomplish before anyone even gets their bearings. Be careful who you sweep into power in a pique! I'm not comparing anyone to Hitler. Sincerely - these are lessons evergeeen.


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Sometime in the future, America and its allies will again face an external threat of equal or greater menace than the Axis. Will we, of whatever political stripe, pull together to face it? May we forever use the example of World War Two to urge us together to face it.