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Kurt Tucholsky in Music

2026-02-10T00:48:00.005-05:00

Dear All! On February 12, 2026, the Kaufman Center presents a concert about fugitives from the Nazis, a very important topic, especially at this time. Your's truly will be there with books by Kurt Tucholsky and others. This is from the organizer:

"A revival of an acclaimed program last heard in 2008, the playlist includes songs from the concert stage, the movies, Broadway and Berlin’s cabarets, tracing the varied fates of the composers who faced destruction during Hitler’s rise to power. Some began new lives and brilliant careers abroad, others were to meet with darker ends. Featuring works by Kurt Weill, Franz Schreker, Alexander Zemlinsky, Friedrich Hollaender, Kurt Tucholsky, Erich Korngold, Hanns Eisler and many others. With baritone Gregory Feldmann and mezzo-soprano Kate Lindsey, and pianists Steven Blier and Bénédicte Jourdois."

Hope to see you there!
The concert is at:

MERKIN HALL

Kaufman Music Center
Abraham Goodman House
129 West 67th Street
New York, NY 10023
T 212 501 3330

Follow the link for tickets.

Survival in Berlin, By Rosa von Praunheim

2025-12-21T22:37:00.002-05:00

Rosa von Praunheim, the famous German filmmaker and gay rights activist died this week. He was 83 years old. This is a story he wrote about Berlin for our book "Our West-Berlin" that came out in 2024. This is your Advent story.

Berlin… City of Lost Souls: that is the title of my 1983 film, the story of several American singers and dancers who were stranded in Berlin and whose biographies inspired me to improvise a feature film about their lives. Many of them are already dead. Tara was murdered in Tiergarten Park. Beautiful Tron died of AIDS, Angie Stardust of cancer, and talented Black dancer Gary seems to have disappeared.

Only Lorraine, punk singer Jayne County (“Man Enough to Be a Woman”), drag star Joaquim la Habana, and the versatile Judith Flex are known to be still alive. Now the film has been rediscovered internationally because it’s a historical display of Berlin before 1989, when the Wall was still standing: an island of outsiders where creative people from all over the world met. Rents were cheap, the nightlife endless, and the gay scene was unique in Europe.

I came to Berlin in the early sixties to escape military service. I studied free-style painting at the Academy of Arts and lived in a storefront apartment with other artist friends. The police long suspected that we were running a narcotics ring and watched us from a flower store across the street. On my 21st birthday, there was a raid. At the time I was painting murdered kings, and there was a Punch puppet hanging out of one of the paintings. I’d hidden marijuana in it, and the cops didn’t find it.

For a short time, an architecture student lived with us who wanted to turn me in when he found out I was having gay sex. He wouldn’t even use our bathroom anymore. The anti-gay Paragraph 175 of the criminal code, taken directly from Nazi law, still existed at that time. If charges had actually been filed, a court would have had to convict me.

From 1949 to 1969, twice as many gay men were convicted in West Berlin and West Germany as during the Nazi era; the only difference was they landed in prison instead of a concentration camp. Finally, in 1969, the Paragraph was liberalized in favor of gays, although it wasn’t completely abolished until 1994 in united Germany.

In the sixties, I had caused a sensation with my short films that also dealt with homosexuality. Bavarian Television asked me on behalf of WDR, the biggest German public TV station, if I wanted to make a feature-length film about homosexuality. I did so with pleasure. I shot the film very subversively without synchronized sound, but with a very provocative voice-over. This is how my sensational, scandalous film "Not the Homosexual is Perverse, but the Situation in Which He Lives" was made in 1970.

In that film, I let out all my rage at the cowardly gay scene in West Berlin. Most gays, as I had experienced it over many years, were apolitical and uninterested in their own emancipation; they preferred to take refuge in glamour and movie-star fantasies. They entered gay bars furtively, had sex in dark parks, and were always in danger of being beaten up by homophobes in public toilets. It was hard to meet politically like-minded people. And the leftist groups were as anti-gay as they were anti-woman. When the movie premiered in 1971, it caused furious indignation; but a small minority of gays took it as an opportunity to form the first gay liberation groups.

Television banned the film, so we showed it in cinemas, never without heated discussions, by the way. During this time, over fifty gay groups were founded. Finally, in 1973, the film made it on television and became a big hit. Gays in East Berlin could also see it, and gay activists over there founded the first liberation group. Unfortunately, the group was soon forbidden by State Security, the all-powerful secret police.

Berlin was the liberation for me, too. I grew up in Praunheim, a district of Frankfurt am Main. I was very sheltered and shy; only in Berlin did I dare to live out my gayness. But in the circle of my artist friends, there seemed to be no gays. I was considered eccentric and wild, and I expressed that in my paintings and poems. 1968 was the time of politicization. Many students were protesting against authority and also against the Vietnam War.

Most of them considered art to be reactionary at that time, because leftist ideology saw art as nothing but a means of propaganda. I didn’t like mass movements. At that time, I only participated on the fringes of the many rallies on the Kurfürstendamm, West Berlin’s main boulevard, because I saw myself as an individual. Even later, when many of the political firebrands turned to drugs or joined sects, I didn’t participate.

Nevertheless, I attracted attention at film festivals. With my cult film The Bed Sausage from 1970, I got really big publicity. For the movie, I brought my elderly aunt Luzi together with a hustler from West Berlin, and we parodied a heterosexual love affair. To this day, the film is loved by young people. So I quickly became famous.

But my following films flopped. That’s why I went to New York, where I shot successful documentaries, among them Survival in New York, a movie about three young German women in New York; Ulrike Buschbacher, Claudia Steinberg, and Anna Steegmann (as pictured above in a New York subway car). That enabled me to continue working.

The eighties were marked by the disease AIDS, to which many friends in America and Berlin fell victim. For almost a decade I devoted myself to prevention work with films, talk show appearances, and newspaper articles. It was an emotionally difficult time. Many of my friends didn’t want to lose the sexual freedoms we had fought for so laboriously, and they downplayed the peril of HIV and AIDS. At the time, however, there was no viable way to ameliorate it. The disease meant dying in agony.

This also changed Berlin. But that was only the beginning. When the Wall came down in 1989 and many gays from the East came to the sexually liberal West, they were fascinated by the sex clubs and sexual freedoms. But I was very afraid that this could mean a death sentence for many. My strident safer-sex campaigns became more and more furious. In 1985, I made one of the first films on AIDS: A Virus Knows No Morals. It was a deliberate black comedy meant to educate with humor. When we showed the film, there were good discussions, but we also experienced protests and ignorance. I remember disputes with young, handsome gay men who didn’t take our warnings seriously or even mocked them. Many of them soon became tragic victims of the virus.

It wasn’t until the mid-nineties, when new drugs curbed the danger of AIDS, that the gay scene became more relaxed again. Today, Berlin is once again the capital of sex and wild nightlife. Meanwhile, there is Prep, which is supposed to protect against HIV infections, but of course not against STDs like syphilis and gonorrhea, or against hepatitis. The young gay scene has become more careless and numbs itself with drugs.

Yes, Berlin is getting expensive, rents are rising and apartments are hard to find; but the city is still a magnet for artists and outsiders from all over the world. I’ve now made over one hundred fifty films, many of them with gay themes. Last year I made a movie about Berlin’s new creative center: Survival in Neukölln shows the international diversity of the artistic and gay scenes there, centering on the wonderful Juwelia, who has been running a small club in the south-central district of Neukölln for many years and enchants her guests with her charm.

In the meantime, I have become old. In November 2023 I will celebrate my 81th birthday. I have been fortunate to live in a wonderful relationship for eleven years, and I am finally enjoying the quiet side of Berlin. I will remain faithful to this city. This is where I will die, and until then I am enjoying the diversity of a great, wonderful city. The success of right-wing parties makes us aware that we should not take our democratic freedoms for granted, and that we must always remain vigilant and active.

Rosa von Praunheim, director, author, and winner of many film awards, is considered an important representative of the post-modern German film scene and a pioneer of the gay and lesbian movement. In over fifty years he has made more than one hundred fifty movies. Born Holger Mischwitzky in 1942 in Riga, Latvia, he grew up in Frankfurt / Main and has lived in Berlin since the sixties.

Photo: Markus Tiarks

Advent, Advent! And Der Schatz im Silbersee

2025-12-13T23:18:00.004-05:00

Advent, Advent! In those days, 69 years ago — from December 12 to December 14, 1953 — Der Schatz im Silbersee (The Treasure in the Silver Lake) premiered, the first of many movies about the famous, albeit fictional, Apache Chief made famous by Karl May. The movie had three million visitors in its first year, 12 million altogether in theaters alone,
and since it is shown on German TV before Christmas, by now every German must have seen it twice. Winnetou, with his "blood brother" Old Shatterhand, the main character, was played by the late Pierre Brice, a French actor, who would continue the role in a half dozen follow-ups. But who was Karl May? The author, who only came to America late in his life and imagines most of his adventures, was from Saxony. He is mentioned in our book: Leipzig! The City of Books and Music, about the history of the 1000-year-old city. Here is an excerpt.

During Karl May’s sojourn in Leipzig in March 1865, no one knew that he would one day bear the title of most-read author in Germany—indeed, at the time, the twenty-three-year-old had not yet published a single word. He was already using pseudonyms, however, though his motives were not all that poetic in nature—serving only in the illegal acquisition of others’ property. And so it was that he stepped into Erler’s fur shop on the corner of the Brühl and Reichsstrasse on March 20, 1865, under the illustrious name of Hermes Kupferstecher, chose a beaver fur, and arranged to have it delivered to his rented room at the St. Thomas Churchyard.

May’s beaver coat was not the only dead fur animal on the Brühl at that time, which was teeming with Rauchwaren. The root of the word Rauchwaren is the Old German word rauh, meaning “hairy” or “shaggy.” The fact that Leipzig, of all places, developed as the center of the fur trade had something to do with the significance of the trade fairs and with the city’s location in the heart of Europe, where it connected fur suppliers in the east with markets in the west. Though at first, Leipzig really was just more of an industrial meeting place and would not have its own fur industry for quite some time.

Karl May had no inkling of any of this in 1865, but he did have other concerns of his own. His formidable beaver coat, which he stole under a pretense on his way to the pawn shop, got him four years in jail in Zwickau, a short while later, which would not be May’s only prison sentence. While he wrote his novels after his sojourns in prison, the ideas for them came to him while he was behind bars, so one might conclude that the compelling workmanship of a bunch of dead rodents indirectly led to the birth of Winnetou, the famed, albeit fictional, Apache chief from the Wild West, who fought side by side with his white brother, Old Shatterhand, both known to every man, woman, and child in Germany.

Below: This is The Brühl, and Thomaskirche

Advent, Advent: A concert that brought down the Wall

2025-12-09T23:10:00.003-05:00

Advent, Advent! Today on December 9, here is a picture of the famous concert Bruce Springsteen gave in Berlin-Weissensee 1988, where he called for toppling the Berlin Wall! Author Erik Kirschbaum spoke to scores of fans and concert organizers on both sides of the Berlin Wall, including Jon Landau, Springsteen's long-time friend and manager. With lively behind-the-scenes details from eyewitness accounts, magazine and newspaper clippings, TV recordings, and even Stasi files, as well as photos and memorabilia, this gripping book transports you back to those heady times before the Berlin Wall fell and gives you a front-row spot at one of the most exciting rock concerts ever. It takes you to an unforgettable journey with Springsteen through the divided city, to the open air concert grounds in Weissensee, where The Boss, live on stage, delivered a speech against the Wall to a record-breaking crowd of more than 300,000 delirious young East Germans full of joy and hope. Pictures by Herbert Schulze.

Advent, Advent! A Well Roasted Goose is a Gift From God!

2025-12-08T22:33:00.008-05:00

Advent, Advent! Today, I am still tired after baking cookies for about six hours, so here is a recipe from Germany. It is from The Berlin Cookbook. Enjoy!

Eene jut jebratene Jans is ne jute Jabe Jottes” (A well roasted goose is a gift from God), is a favorite saying in Berlin. Especially on holidays, the “Christmas Bird” is a must. Kale or red cabbage and potato dumplings usually go along with it. In the early 19th century, there was a goose market on Dönhoffplatz (in the Mitte district) twice a week during Advent. Not only were there Sunday geese there, but goose down, too, for featherbeds. The market women were known to be clever and tough, as the following story shows, from a young man who wanted to haggle over the price of a goose

“Ma’m, Goosey-Loosey has such a sad look on his face, he must be mourning his bride!” “You little whippersnapper! What do you know of brides, you monkey hatchling?” “And what’s the goose cost, Ma’m?” “One dollar five,” “No, it’s much too skinny for that.” “Skinny? You think this swamp hog is thin? I’ll show you skinny, Sonny. Come here and I’ll grab you by the bones till I get calluses on my fingers, and you’ll squawk so loud they’ll hear you all the way over in Potsdam!”

[“Madamken, der Jänserich hat so n trübes Jesicht, der trauert wohl um seine Braut!” “Du Jrinschnabel, du! Wat weeßt du ausjebrütetes Affenküken von ne Braut!” “Und wat kost de Jans, Madamken?” “Enen Dahler, fünf Jute!” “Nee, davor is se zu mager!” “Wat, mager soll diese Oderbruchsche sein? Du bist mager, mein Söhneken, komm mal her, ick werde dir an deine Knochen fassen, det ick Schwielen an de Finger krieje, und du quietschst, det man s noch in Potsdam hören soll!”]

Makes 4 large servings or more!

1 prepared goose, approx. 8 pounds, traditionally from Poland.

Salt, black pepper

1 bunch mugwort

5 tart apples (e.g. Boskop, Braeburn, or Granny Smith)

2 onions

1 tablespoon cornstarch

1 Rinse the goose under cold running water, washing thoroughly and removing fat from inside the abdominal cavity. Pat dry with paper towels; season inside and out with salt and pepper.

2 Preheat oven to 350 degrees Fahrenheit. Wash the mugwort and shake dry. Wash, core, and cut apples into quarters; do not peel.

3 Put apples and mugwort inside the abdominal cavity. Sew shut with cooking thread and bind the legs together.

4 Place goose in roasting pan, breast-side up; pour 1 cup water around side of pan. Place pan on lowest rack in preheated oven. Roast goose about 2 ½ hours.

5 Midway through the roasting time, poke a needle into the goose, beneath the leg, to allow fat to run out. Peel and slice onions and spread them around the pan—they’ll taste good and soak up fat. Pour an additional 2 cups cold water around the side.

6 Increase oven temperature by 40 degrees, or turn to the “grill” setting, to brown the goose in about 20 minutes. Remove the goose from the roasting pan and place it back in the oven on aluminum foil, with the oven turned off.

7 Place the roasting pan on the stove. Add 2 cups hot water and bring the pan drippings to a boil. Strain through a fine sieve and bring to a boil again. Mix cornstarch with 3 tablespoons cold water, until smooth, and add to the gravy. Season to taste with salt and pepper.

8 Remove the thread and cut the goose in half. Arrange the apples on a preheated serving platter. Cut the legs and wings from the halves. Cut the halves into smaller portions and arrange on a large serving platter. Serve with the gravy.

Avent, Advent: The War on Christmas

2025-12-07T16:41:00.007-05:00

Advent, Advent ... This year, the war on Christmas in America is going slowly. For those who are on the Internet for the first day, there is a steadfast belief in America that saying Merry Christmas is not inclusive enough, because there are many, many other holidays on the same day. Not really the same day, though, they are in a two-to-three-month period, which begins with Oktoberfest and ends abruptly on December 26 because nobody cares about Orthodox Christmas or any other competing holiday later on.

Some people claim that there are 59 holidays around Christmas. So far, nobody has ever seen this list, but I assume this number includes the four Advent Sundays that lead up to Christmas, all the Saintly days around Christmas, the twelve days of Christmas themselves, and all eight days of Hanukkah. There is also Kwanzaa, invented by an African-American wifebeater in the 1960s. It is a recreation of a traditional African harvest festival, which is kind of odd because harvest in Africa is not in December and should never be culturally appropriated by white people and Asians.

Some people include Divali in the Happy-holiday-list for Christmas, the Indian celebration of light. It is at the beginning of November, so it is kinda far away from Christmas. Divali is rather in a November cluster with Halloween, Reformation Day, All Saints Day, All Souls' Day, Samhain, the last day of Oktoberfest, Yom Kippur, Día de los Muertos, Guy Fawkes Night, Sukkot, the first day of Carneval that is celebrated on November 11 (in Germany), and, of course, Thanksgiving.

This should be the second biggest mutual Happy-Holiday event, right after Independence Day. After all, the number of countries that are celebrating their independence from the British is 65; six more than the Christmas ersatz Holidays that only number 59 and also are partly imaginary. Whereas the British Empire was very real. Also, I feel strongly that the November cluster should not be connected to Christmas.

I'm entitled to make that call because Germany invented Christmas in the late Middle Ages. Martin Luther was supposedly the first one to decorate a Christmas Tree with shiny apples and candles. He coined the famous line: "Früher war mehr Lametta," we used to have more tinsel. Little did he know that people of both coasts of America would put up a "Holiday Tree," or that America would exist in the first place, because the Mayflower landed in America in 1620, nearly 75 years after Luther had died.

But is Christmas really legitimate? Christmas haters point out that Jesus was not born on December 25, and that the holiday goes back to Saturnalia, a festivity in Ancient Rome which was more of a rowdy thing, like Carnival in Germany. Think Monty Python meets Mardi Gras meets Mussolini election party. And another belief, Christmas is really about celebrating the Winter Solstice when the days get longer. In Scandinavia, it is known as Yule, although Scandinavians, as good Lutherans, emphasize Christmas more.

The idea of celebrating Christmas by prancing around a burning Yule log at midnight in the snow while waving torches as opposed to sipping Glühwein and hot chocolate in front of the lit Christmas tree is fascinating. But Pagan Christmas, honoring the Nordic Gods, is somewhat discredited in Germany nowadays. The Nazi leadership did not especially like to celebrate the birth of Jesus because, you guessed it, Jesus was Jewish. So they promoted the ancient Germanic Gods instead, who were also quite bloodthirsty and bear little resemblance to the adjacent Marvel Comic characters.

They tried to rename Christmas "Yulfest", a festival that celebrates the return of the sun, symbolized by the sun-like Swastika placed on top of the "Yultree". Also, Santa Claus was really Wotan, or, as some call him, Odin. Even Christmas songs were rewritten by the Nazis to praise New Jesus, i. e. the Führer. So it is a bit startling for Germans to see American Liberals happily culturally appropriating the Christmas of white superior Gods, including the torches and the alternate tree, and claim this is the real thing. At least they are not putting up Swastikas. Yet. But if you're into "Happy Holidays", maybe accepting that you don't have a holiday would be the honest thing.

Most Germans, however, never went along with the Nazi war on Christmas. A few years later, East Germany made another effort to get rid of Christmas — the Communists renamed the Christmas Angel "Jahresendflügelfigur," End-of-the-year-winged-figurine. They failed as well. Speaking of Angels, let me direct your attention once to our Wings of Desire — Angels of Berlin book, and post another couple of pictures.

Advent, Advent! On the fifth of December!

2025-12-05T18:13:00.002-05:00

Advent, Advent! Today, on December 5, dear Friends and Fans, I will tell you about St. Nikolaus. So, Nikolaus was real. At least as real as Robin Hood. The character goes back to Nikolaus von Myra, a Bishop and a Christian Saint and martyr. According to Wikipedia, he is the patron Saint of sailors, merchants, archers, repentant thieves, children, brewers, pawnbrokers, toymakers, unmarried people, and students in most parts of Europe. The patron Saint of unrepentant thieves is Robin Hood.

Myra was a town in Lycia, a Greek region in the Western part of what became Turkey about 700 years later, when the Turks drove the Greeks out. So no, Nikolaus was not Turkish, the same way Geronimo was not an Englishman. At the time of Nikolaus, Lycia belonged to the Roman Empire. Around the year 300 after Christ, the Roman Emperor Diokletian went after the Christians all over his lands. He had churches burned down and Bibles destroyed, and he killed or enslaved many Christians, especially clerics, including Bishop Nikolaus.

Nikolaus had a testament that gave his earthly possessions to the poor, which was not surprising because also in his life time, he did a lot of charity, some of it secret. He was said to have given toys to poor children and also performed miracles. Fast forward to the near-present, Nikolaus would visit German and Austrian children on the evening of December 6 (in some other countries on December 5) and leave little gifts in their boots outside. Like a tiny bar of chocolate, two cookies, and an orange when I was young, or a Sony PlayStation and a big screen TV today.

Nikolaus was depicted as that old man with a white beard, a red hat, and a red coat. His helper and companion was Krampus, who had a deformed foot and a rod. Krampus gave a piece of coal to kids who did not behave, or would even spank them. I would not know because I w
as always a very well-behaved kid.

In America, Dutch settlers brought his story to the new world (they call him Sinterclaas), and the British also knew him as Father Christmas (sadly, they did not emphasize Robin Hood). Soon, Nikolaus would develop into Santa Claus. The New York caricaturist Thomas Nast drew the first picture of Santa Claus as we know him. His red-and-white coat was eventually picked up and popularized by the Coca-Cola company.

And he would no longer show up at the beginning of December, but on Christmas Eve, the night before Christmas. With a sledge, filled by his North Pole elves (also a later add-on). Coca-Cola-Santa Claus has made his way back to Europe after WWII, including Germany, with the help of Hollywood movies, but not necessarily beloved by everybody. Because traditionally, the Christ Child brings the gifts, not Nikolaus. Tomorrow, I will tell more about Christmas and why some people think Santa Claus is really Odin, the Germanic God of war.

In the meantime, here is an angel from our book „Wings of Desire —Angels of Berlin“. Also available in German, including in book stores.

Advent, Advent! Your December 4th story

2025-12-05T14:15:00.001-05:00

Advent, Advent! This day 77 years ago — on December 4, 1948 — Free University was founded in West-Berlin, in the district of Zehlendorf, with a festive act at the Titania Palast, a movie theater in Steglitz. Berlin's mayor Ernst Reuter was present as well as Lucius D. Clay (both depicted below). This was decided after the Soviets tried to take over the main University of Berlin that was soonafter named Humboldt University. This is an excerpt from our book The Cold War in Berlin.

The University as a Political Battlefield

Soon even Berlin University, where teaching had already resumed in January 1946, by order of the Soviet Military Administration (SMAD), became the scene of political disagreement between the East and the West.

The university, located on the Avenue Unter den Linden and therefore in the Soviet sector, was subjected to increasing pressure by the Soviets and the SED, with regard to both course content and personnel. Professors or students who did not willingly submit to this influence were harassed and pressured. In March 1947, several students were arrested, most of them members of the SPD or the CDU.

In spring 1948, the situation intensified further when the SED reacted to student demands for more freedom in research and teaching by expelling numerous students and making serious threats. About two dozen students and lecturers took the initiative to found an independent university, free of any political influences, in the western part of the four-sector city. They were supported above all by the Americans, in particular by US Military Governor Lucius D. Clay, and the new institution was officially founded on December 4, 1948, as “The Free University,” situated in the idyllic area of Dahlem in the American sector, just a stone’s throw from the Allied Kommandatura building.

From then on, the Cold War in Berlin was also manifest in the existence of two competing universities. Both of the other two higher-level educational institutions, the Academy of Arts and the Technical University, were in West Berlin and were therefore shielded from the East–West confrontation, since the East did not have competing institutions.

And here is the actual book!

Advent, Advent, Day 3! The death of Siegfried Jacobsohn

2025-12-04T21:04:00.002-05:00

Advent, Advent! On this day in 1926, Siegfried Jacobsohn died. Jacobsohn was a towering figure in the Weimar Republic. He was the founder and editor of Die Weltbühne, a small, but very influential weekly magazine many famous writers worked for, among them Lion Feuchtwanger, Kurt Hiller, Erich Mühsam, Else Lasker-Schüler, Erich Kästner, Alfred Polgar, Carl Zuckmayer, Arnold Zweig, and Kurt Tucholsky.

Harold Poor wrote in his Ph.D. about the Weimar Republic: "Jacobsohn had the most coveted editor’s gift in abundance, the ability to recognize true writing talent." When Jacobsohn died at the early age of 46 years, a very unhappy Tucholsky returned from Paris — where he had been the correspondent for Die Weltbühne — to Berlin to take over.

Read more about this in Harold Poor's landmark biography of Kurt Tucholsky

And here is a picture of Harold Poor himself

Advent, Advent! A book about a bygone half-city

2025-12-02T22:54:00.002-05:00

Advent, Advent! Today is the second day of our Advent Calendar. Today, we will remember West Berlin, the only socialist place that ever existed successfully because the money never ran out — until the Wall came down. Where bars and pubs were open all night so the locals could plot the revolution! Where beer was cheap and sausage on a roll was considered dinner. Where the tenements still bore bullet holes from World War II, and the draft did not exist. You can now buy the hardcover at Amazon.com for a limited time in America for $20 only. And in Germany you can, of course, buy it in every book store.

However, if you prefer the English version, we have it, too.

And here are some pics!

The Berlinica Advent Calendar, Day 1

2025-12-01T15:30:00.004-05:00

Advent, Advent! This is December 1, the day the traditional Advent Calendar begins. Usually, you get little shiny color pictures, or chocolates, and since chocolates is out of the question, you will get a literary gift, tied to the date.

So, yesterday, Mark Twain would have turned 190 years old, had he lived, and his writing is a fresh than the day he stepped aboard the Enterprise (by some time-traveling accident). However, did you know that Mark Twain spent half a year in Berlin?

This was quite an adventure. He conspired with diplomats, frequented the famed salons, had breakfast with duchesses, and dined with the emperor. He suffered an “organized dog-choir club,” at his first address, which he deemed a “rag-picker's paradise,” picked a fight with the police, who made him look under his maid's petticoats, was abused by a porter, got lost on streetcars, was nearly struck down by pneumonia, and witnessed a proletarian uprising in front of his hotel Unter den Linden. He even began a novel about Wilhelmina von Preussen, the lonely Prussian princess. Read all about it here, also the stories he wrote about Berlin.

And here is your pic!

If you get the book at Bookshop.org, you will endorse local booksellers and NOT You-Know-Who, and also, they have a 20 percent discount today, on Cyber Monday.

This Sunday: The Brooklyn Book Festival

2025-09-17T16:55:00.001-04:00

Next Sunday, September 21, is the main day of the week-long Brooklyn Book Festival! Berlinica will have a table in the 1000 area, the number is 132. It is shared with Pink Tree Press and Under the BQE. You will see our signature fleece banner from afar (or so I hope). The festival takes place in Downtown Brooklyn, at Cadman Plaza / Columbus Park, near the 2/3 Borough Hall and the R Court Street subway station, right at the Brooklyn Court House and Borough Hall, from 10 am to 6 pm, rain or shine.

We will be there with all our English-language books, and a handful of German books. Most of them will be sold at half-price! We have a special new edition of our Bruce Springsteen book with glossy paper and color photos, as well as a few advance copies of our newest book, New York and London, by Alfred Kerr, and also, our Berlin Cookbook and our Mark Twain in Berlin book. As always, we will have copies of all our Kurt Tucholsky books, the famed Weimar writer who foresaw the Nazis in the 1920s.

Evidently, there is an app with a code to lead your way. You can get it here.

https://www.bloombergconnects.org

We have a few advanced copies of Alfred Kerr's book about his journey to America at the Festival. Kerr visits the Broadway theaters and Wall Street, and marvels at Times Square and Pennsylvania Station. He talks to the satirist Henry Louis Mencken, the railroad magnate W. Averell Harriman and Adolph Ochs, the publisher of The New York Times. In London, he meets the poet George Bernard Shaw. But the book, written concisely and wittily, is much more than just a travelogue. Kerr is also on a mission to ask for sympathy and help for the fragile Weimar democracy.

New York and London
Author: Alfred Kerr
Translator: Professor Alan Bance
Cover Picture: Berenice Abbott
Genre: Narrative Nonfiction
Softcover; 172 pp.
Dimensions: 5.5 x 8.5’’
ISBN USA: 978-1-935902-64-5
Suggested retail $13.95
Release: 2025

Today in 1945, Alexander Roda Roda left us

2025-08-20T15:20:00.007-04:00

On this day in History, on August 20, 1945, Alexander Roda Roda died in New York City. Roda Roda, whose full name was Alexander Friedrich Ladislaus Roda Roda, was born in 1872 as Sándor Friedrich Rosenfeld. He thought of himself as the "quintessential poet of Austria-Hungary". Roda Roda was born in Moravia, went to school Slovakia, was drafted into the military in Croatia, wrote for papers in Hungary, and lived in Vienna.

In the Austrian capital, he became a correspondent for Neue Freie Presse, the paper Karl Kraus loved to hate. During WWI, the satirist ran into trouble with the military censors of Austria who did not like his comedy Der Feldherrnhügel (In translation: Grandstand for General Staff). After the war, he performed in cabarets in Berlin and Munich and he became tremendously successful.

Shortly before the annexation of Austria, the Jewish satirist fled the Nazis to Switzerland, where he got expelled in 1940. He emigrated to New York soonafter. Sadly, he was unable to regain his career; he died impoverished in New York City in 1945. Friends brought his ashes back to Vienna.

When Roda Roda entered the USA in 1940, this was not his first trip. He had visited America, mostly New York City, in 1923 and wrote a book about this, Frühling in America, Springtime in America. It is filled with many funny, and also some serious observations. Berlinica will publish the book at the end of this year!

In fall, we will publish a book by another Weimar author traveling to New York in the 1920s; Alfred Kerr's New York and London, translated by Alan Bance, Professor emeritus of German, University of Southampton, England. Stay tuned, we will keep you posted!

Springtime in America
Author: Alexander Roda Roda

Translator: Cindy Opitz
Cover Picture: Berenice Abbott
Genre: Narrative Nonfiction
Softcover; ca 140 pp.
Dimensions: 5.5’’ x 8.5’’

ISBN USA: 978-1-935902-01-0

ISBN Germany: 978-3-96026-056-1
Suggested retail: $ 13.95
Release: 2025

Heute vor 80 Jahren: Roda Roda starb am 20. August 1945 in New York City

2025-08-20T14:57:00.006-04:00

An diesem Tag vor 80 Jahren, am 20. August 1945, starb Alexander Roda Roda in New York City. Roda Roda, dessen vollständiger Name Alexander Friedrich Ladislaus Roda Roda lautete, wurde 1872 als Sándor Friedrich Rosenfeld geboren. Er sah sich selbst als den „Inbegriff des Dichters von Österreich-Ungarn“. Roda Roda kam in Mähren zur Welt, ging in der Slowakei zur Schule, wurde in Kroatien zum Militär eingezogen, schrieb für Zeitungen in Ungarn und lebte in Wien.

In der österreichischen Hauptstadt wurde er Korrespondent für die Neue Freie Presse, die Zeitung, die Karl Kraus mit Leidenschaft hasste. Der Satiriker geriet in Schwierigkeiten mit der österreichischen Militärzensur, der seine Komödie Der Feldherrnhügel nicht gefiel (und die ihn verklagte). Nach dem Krieg trat er in Kabaretts in Berlin und München auf und wurde äußerst erfolgreich, mit Büchern und Filmen.

Kurz vor der Annexion Österreichs floh der jüdische Satiriker vor den Nazis in die Schweiz, wo er 1940 ausgewiesen wurde. Daraufhin emigrierte er nach Amerika. Leider konnte er seine Karriere nicht wieder aufnehmen und starb 1945 verarmt in New York City an Leukämie. Freunde brachten seine Asche nach Wien zurück. Er wurde auf dem Zentralfriedhof bestattet.

Als Roda Roda 1940 in die USA kam, war dies nicht seine erste Reise. Er hatte Amerika, vor allem New York City, bereits 1923 besucht und darüber ein Buch geschrieben: Ein Frühling in Amerika. Es ist voller lustiger, aber auch ernster Beobachtungen. Berlinica hat dieses Buch veröffentlicht, mit einem Vorwort von Kurt Tucholsky; die englische Ausgabe erscheint Ende dieses Jahres.

Ein Frühling in Amerika
Geschichten aus der Neuen Welt
Autor: Alexander Roda Roda
Vorwort: Kurt Tucholsky
Genre: Reisebericht
Broschur, ca 170 Seiten
Format: 140 x 216 cm
Ladenpreis 10,50 €
ISBN: 978-3-96026-050-9
USA: 978-3-96026-082-0
Erscheint Dezember 2021

Today in 1961—The Berlin Wall was built

2025-08-13T14:30:00.001-04:00

On this day 64 years ago, the Berlin Wall went up. It was a surprise for the people of East Berlin who were suddenly trapped, but politicians in Germany and in America had a hunch of what was coming. John F. Kennedy, President of the USA at that time dreaded instability in the middle of the Cold War, when millions of people fled the Eastern bloc. He feared that the Soviet Union would militarily take over all of Berlin and force the U.S. Army out, especially since the CIA was using West Berlin as a spy post. A Wall was a hell of a lot better than a war was his thinking, based on advisors such as Senator William Fulbright, a Democrat from South Dakota. The rest is history.

If you want to know more about the Berlin Wall, its history and its aftermath, these are the two books Berlinica can offer.

The Berlin Wall Today
Author: Michael Cramer
Translator: Cindy Opitz
Genre: City History
Softcover, 102 color pages
Dimensions: 8.5'' x 8.5’’
Sugg. Retail: $15.95, 16,00 €
ISBN: 978-1935902-10-2
ASIN: B01FKTIW82
Release: Spring 2015

Berlin in the Cold War
Author: Thomas Fleming
Translator: Penny Croucher
Genre: City History
Softcover, 90 pages / 51 pics / 3 maps
Dimensions: 7’’ x 10’’
Suggested Retail: $12.00
ISBN 978-3-96026-006-6

Heute vor 37 Jahren: Der Boss in Weissensee

2025-07-18T11:32:00.007-04:00

Es war am 19. Juli 1988, als Bruce Springsteen sein legendäres Konzert in Berlin-Weissensee gab. Das Buch zum Konzert schrieb Erik Kirschbaum. Er sprach mit Fans und Konzertveranstaltern, darunter Jon Landau, Springsteens langjähriger Freund und Manager. Mit Augenzeugenberichten, Zeitungsausschnitten, TV-Aufnahmen und sogar Stasi-Akten sowie Fotos und Erinnerungsstücken versetzt dieses fesselnde Buch den Leser und die Leserin zurück zu einem der aufregendsten Rockkonzerte aller Zeiten, wo The Boss live auf der Bühne eine Rede gegen die Mauer hielt, vor mehr als 300.000 jungen Ostdeutschen

Pressestimmen:

“Dieses Buch belegt die Macht der Musik so klar wie niemals zuvor.”
Dave Marsh, Musikkritiker des Rolling Stone

“Eine beeindruckend detaillierte Betrachtung eines kaum bekannten Zusammentreffens von Rockmusik und politischer Befreiung.”
Eric Alterman, Autor von The Promise of Bruce Springsteen

“Der Boss inspirierte eine ganze Generation, für Freiheit zu kämpfen."
David Crossland, Spiegel Online

“Springsteen ist immer noch bei uns—das Regime der DDR nicht.”
Stephen Evans, BBC Kultur

“Für Springsteen war es ein Konzert, an das er sich immer erinnern würde."
Kate Connolly, The Guardian

“Der Moment, auf den manche von uns ein Leben lang gewartet hatten.”
Michelle Martin, Washington Post

Wir haben das Buch — die englischsprachige Ausgabe — nun neu herausgebracht, mit einem Vorwort von Mike Spengler, der damalige Hornbläser der E Street Band, in einem etwas größeren Format, und auf farbigem Glanzpapier. Es ist in jedem Buchladen bestellbar. Gedruckt wird es von der Firma Zeitfracht.

Today in 1988—Bruce Springsteen's Legendary Concert in Berlin

On July 19, 1988, The Boss gave his legendary concert in East Berlin that helped bring down the Wall. This is the story Erik Kirschbaum tells in Rocking The Wall, a book that explores how this changed concert the world. Kirschbaum spoke to scores of fans and concert organizers on both sides of the Berlin Wall, including Jon Landau, Springsteen's long-time friend and manager. With lively behind-the-scenes details from eyewitness accounts, magazine and newspaper clippings, TV recordings, and even Stasi files, as well as photos and memorabilia, this gripping book transports you back to those heady times before the Berlin Wall fell and gives you a front-row spot at one of the most exciting rock concerts ever. It takes you to an unforgettable journey with Springsteen through the divided city, to the open air concert grounds in Weissensee, where The Boss, live on stage, delivered a speech against the Wall to a record-breaking crowd of more than 300,000 delirious young East Germans full of joy and hope.

Now back for sale everywhere were books are sold.

"It was cultural forces, not merely political or military ones, that won the Cold War for the West, and which may yet spring more oppressive regimes from the tyranny of the old and joyless. Young East Germans wanted their rock and roll;
—Tris McCall, The Star Ledger, New Jersey

"...a glorious example of the influence that rock ‘n’ roll can have on people who are hungry and ready for change."
—Michelle Martin for The Washington Post

Kirschbaum is convinced it was the most politically important rock concert ever held. His book makes a strong case that historians should explore Springsteen's impact in fuelling the revolution.
—David Crossland, Der SPIEGEL, Germany

Springsteen is still with us. The regime of the German Democratic Republic is not.
—Stephen Evans, the BBC

In telling the back story of how the concert came to be, “Rocking the Wall” also offers a fascinating historical snapshot of East German Communist cultural officials scrambling to contain the brewing political restlessness all around them.
—Vanessa Fuhrmanns, The Wall Street Journal

"Once in a while you play a place, you play a show that ends up staying inside of you, living with you for the rest of your life," he said. "East Berlin in 1988 was certainly one of them."
—Kate Connolly, The Guardian

"What was intended by East Berlin’s hard-line leadership as a pacifier for their people, Kirschbaum argues, had the opposite effect and turned into a powerful agent for change."
—Derek Scally, The Irish Times

The End of the War

2025-05-10T00:11:00.000-04:00

On May 8, 1945, World War II ended in Europe with the capitulation of Germany (and Austria) after the Soviet Union had conquered Berlin days earlier. The war itself would only end on September 2, 1945, when Japan capitulated after America dropped the nuclear bomb on Hiroshima and Nagasaki.

World War II had started more than five years earlier, when Germany and the Soviet Union—allied in the Hitler-Stalin-pact—had invaded Poland in September 1939. It was the bloodiest war in history: Approximately 60 million people were killed, including six million European Jews. Germany lost about ten million people including those killed by Hitler, and the Soviets around 20 million people, including those killed by Stalin.

The end was especially brutal: In the battle for Berlin, hundreds of thousands Soviet and German soldiers died, some only 16 and 17 years old. Two million women were raped by the Red Army. More than two million German civilians, many of them refugees, would perish in 1945 and later.

While the Soviets took Berlin, the U.S. Army under the command of Dwight D. Eisenhower waited at the river Elbe for two more months, about 50 miles west of Berlin. This was a promise Franklin Roosevelt had made to Stalin in Yalta earlier, to allow the Soviet leader to take the German Capital. Churchill felt uneasy about this already, and Eisenhower was on the fence, but Harry Truman, FDR's successor, decided to go along with it.

The U.S. Army arrived in Berlin in July 1945, together with the British and the French Army. Berlin was divided in four zones of occupation. Alas, the friendship of the four victorious Allies lasted for three years only, until the Soviet blockade of 1948. Nevertheless, all four Allies would govern Berlin together until the Wall came down in 1989.

But what happened in those months 80 years ago? Pictures of those times, together with a short historic overview, can be found in Berlin 1945. World War II: Photos of the Aftermath, by Michael Brettin and Peter Kroh. The pictures have been taken by Soviet solders and Germans in their employ, and were collected by Berliner Verlag, With a preface by Stephen Kinzer, formerly the New York Times' Berlin bureau chief.

See us at the Indie Book Fair at the Pen World Voices Festival

2025-05-09T23:37:00.000-04:00

On May 3, from 12pm to 5pm, Berlinica Publishing will participate in the ninth annual Indie Lit Fair, co-presented by the PEN World Voices Festival and the Community of Literary Magazines and Presses (CLMP). It will take place south of Astor Place, on the sidewalk of Lafayette Street, between Astor Place and Joe’s Pub. You can stroll — the festival is free and open to the public — and you can also buy books. You can get Berlinica books at a discount.

The Indie Lit Fair celebrates the vitality and diversity of independent literary publishing. In addition to Berlinica, the 2025 lineup of independent presses and literary magazines includes 128 Lit, Alice James Books, Contra Mundum Press, The Evergreen Review, Fence / Fence Books, Fiction, Get Fresh Books, Indolent Books, Sagging Meniscus Press, Solid Objects, and Under the BQE.

2024-06-05T08:05:00.000-04:00

8. und 9. Juni 2024:

Berliner Bücherfest auf dem Bebelplatz!

Auch dieses Jahr ist Berlinica Publishing auf dem Berliner Bücherfest vertreten; auf dem Bebelplatz beim Stand F5. Ihr könnt unsere Bücher angucken und — besser noch! — erwerben, darunter unsere deutschen Longseller Die Kleine Dott, Der Kampf um das Schloss und Unser West-Berlin, das es neuerdings auch auf englisch gibt, aber auch andere englische Bücher von The Berlin Cookbook bis Berlin 1945. Wir haben auch einiges im Angebot.

Das Bücherfest ist am 8. und 9. Juni ab 11.00 bis 19.00 Uhr.

Wir präsentieren unsere Bücher zusammen mit den Neuerscheinungen vom Westend Verlag aus Frankfurt, darunter Die NATO von der linken Bundestags-Abgeordneten Sevim Dagdelen und Wem gehört Deutschland von Jens Berger.

Berlinica ist einer von fast hundert Berliner Verlagen, die dieses Jahr auf dem Berliner Bücherfest vertreten sind. Neben Ständen gibt es auch viele Veranstaltungen und Büchersignierungen. Hier ist das volle Programm:

Bis zum nächsten Samstag (und Sonntag)!
Eure Verlegerin, Eva C. Schweitzer

Adrienne Haan and the Diabolic Weimar Berlin Kabarett

2024-05-24T03:46:00.002-04:00

Adrienne Haan, the famed chanteuse from Germany, had another sold-out appearance in the Triad Theatre on West 72nd Street; a small, but cozy space with old-world flair and a shiny dark-red decorated stage, reflecting the "decadent" Weimar Cabaret.

Between Fire & Ice, A Diabolical Weimar Berlin Kabarett was the title of the program Haan performed with her pianist and long-time musical director, Richard Danley on the grand piano. Most of the songs were in English, but partly also in their original German.

Adrienne took the audience on a wild ride through German history, from the devastation of World War I where millions of German men were killed or crippled, to the glory of the Golden Twenties and the Weimar Republic, one of the most creative periods of music.

Adrienne sang Ich bin von Kopf bis Fuß auf Liebe eingestellt by Friedrich Hollaender, made famous by Marlene Dietrich in The Blue Angel. She also performed Die Seeräuberjenny from Bert Brecht's and Kurt Weill's Three-Penny-Opera, and songs by Rudolf Nelson and Robert Gilbert, who wrote for the famed sextet Comedian Harmonists — torn apart by the Nazis — as well as the Cole Porter classic What Is This Thing Called Love.

The tall, blond, charismatic chanteuse, dressed in a long sparkly black pantsuit, high heels, and a black top hat, also shared her knowledge of Weimar history. The musical tradition included quite a few political tunes, about abortion, joblessness, poverty, Lesbian love and the early suffragette movement that brought the women vote to Germany.

The night ended with Lili Marleen, the famous song composed by Hans Leip. Leip was conscripted in the Kaiser's Army and left it as a pacifist, like so many young men of his generation, including Kurt Tucholsky, who also wrote some of the lyrics performed in the show.

Lili Marleen was first recorded in 1939 by Lale Anderson. It became the most well-known anti-war-melody of the 20th century, despite the fact that it originated in Germany just before World War II. At that time, that Nazis had put a stop on the Weimar Cabaret long ago already.

The show concluded the series Fall of the Weimar Republic: Dancing on the Precipice, organized by Carnegie Hall in the first half of 2024.

Adrienne will be performing more shows in June and July; namely Timeless Songs from the Silver Screen (June 19), and Cabaret Français (June 28), followed by Adrienne Haan sings Kurt Weill (July 2), and ONE WORLD – An exciting musical journey through the world (July 10)

Eva C. Schweitzer / Pictures: William Murray

See us at the Brooklyn Book Festival

2023-09-28T18:27:00.001-04:00

It's this time of the year again! Berlinica Publishing will be at the Brooklyn Book Festival, rain or shine! Actually, if it rains, there will probably be no festival, but if anybody is there, we will be there!

The date is this upcoming Sunday, October 1st, from 10.00 am to 6pm. The Book Festival takes place at Brooklyn Borough Hall, Cadman Plaza W, in downtown Brooklyn; Subway 2/3, 4/5, A/C/F.

We will be at booth #429 with the National Writer's Union, and we will also have leaflets at the CLMP booth # 316 & 317. You can get our books at a discount of 50 percent or less, a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity!

Your Publisher, Eva C. Schweitzer

One Life and Three Biographies

2021-01-09T12:20:00.001-05:00

Today, on January 9, 131 years ago, Kurt Tucholsky was born, the famed German Jewish journalist, satirist, poet, novelist, and playwright. The staunch pacifist was a witness to the Weimar Republic and the rise of the Nazis. Here is his — not entirely serious — biography, from the book Berlin! Berlin! Dispatches from the Weimar Republic.

Three Biographies

Peter Panter, Die Weltbühne, June 1, 1926

“You’re the unborn Peter Panter?” asked the Good Lord, stroking his white beard, which was flecked with gray here and there. I was a bright blob floating in my test tube; I hopped up and down in affirmation. “You have three options,” the Heavenly Father said, squashing a bedbug in infinite benevolence as it scurried across his wrist. “Three options. Please consider each one and tell me which you choose. We’re particularly interested in not favoring either party in the current dispute between Determinists and Indeterminists. You figure out up here what you’d like to be someday; down there you won’t be able to do anything about it. If you please. . .” The Old Man held a large box lid up to the tube, on which I read:

I
“Peter Panter (1st Draft). Born on April 15, 1889, son of poor but well sanitized parents, in Stettin on Lasztownia Island. Father: Given to quarterly episodes of binge drinking, with five quarters each year. Mother: Subscribes to the Berliner Lokal-Anzeiger. Studies veterinary medicine in Hannover and becomes a municipally licensed exterminator in Halle in 1912. Two wives: Annemarie Prellwitz, classy, in flannel, with her hair in buns (1919–1924); Ottilie Mann, meticulous, proper, tremendously fertile, in balloon cloth (1925–1937). Four sons; then acquires a German Persian rug. 1931: Cleans Hermann Bahr’s beard; Bahr survives, and P. converts to Catholicism. Summoned to Vienna in June, 1948, to eradicate the bedbugs accumulating at the Neues Wiener Journal’s cultural desk. When the operation naturally fails, exterminator P. becomes depressed. In this state of mind, attends a Keyserling lecture on April 20, 1954. Dies: April 21. Panter departs from life, with the consolation of the Catholic Church, immediately after voraciously devouring a bowl of matzo balls. Burial weather: partly cloudy with a light southeasterly wind. Headstone (designed by Paul Westheim): 100.30 marks; marble price: 100 marks. Forever cherished in our thoughts: eight months.”
“Well?” asked the Almighty God.
“Hmm. . .” I said. And read on:

II
“Peter Panter (2nd Draft). Born May 8, 1891, eldest son of senior civil servant Panter and his wife Gertrud, née Hauser. The premature child is so hard of hearing in his left ear as a young boy that he already seems destined for a career in justice. Joins the fraternity corps, in which a certain Niedner is an alum—” God Almighty made the sign of the swastika. I continued to read: “—and soon adopts the properly boorish behavior expected in such circles. 1918: War assessor, just in time for the Kaiser’s birthday. Swears eternal loyalty to him. 1919: Junior assistant to the state commissioner of public policy; State Commissioner Weismann, in accordance with traditional Prussian frugality, does not sit in an armchair but remains on a wooden bench day and night. District Court Councilor P. achieves great things for the Republic and its president. Swears him eternal loyalty. Participates in the Kapp Putsch in 1920, advises Kapp in judicial matters and swears eternal loyalty to him. Panter’s frequent swearing calls attention to the talented jurist, and he is transferred to the post of chief legal counsel to the Reichswehr. Meanwhile, Rathenau is murdered, and the Republic imposes a constitutional court on itself, in which decisions are made without due process. Transfers there as judge; sprains his arm signing jail sentences for Communists in 1924. No funeral is held, as a German judge is irremovable and can still fulfill the duties of his office even after death.”
“How could anyone sink so low?” the Good Lord asked. I, meanwhile, had crept to the bottom of the test tube. I wagged my little tail, and God Almighty correctly guessed “No,” made the sign of the Star of David, and held up number. . .

III
“Peter Panter (3rd Draft). Born January 9, 1890, in Berlin, with gigantic nostrils. His Aunt Berta looked in his cradle and said so immediately. Succeeds with minimal effort in becoming a decent man, then falls into the clutches of publisher S.J., who employs him in a variety of tasks; at the beginning of their acquaintance, P. writes articles and poems, and after just fifteen years, he’s allowed to put stamps on letters on his own and execute other important clerical tasks. January 19, 1913: Contracts with the publisher for a monthly honorarium. December 8, 1936: Notice of first installment. Assumes the pseudonyms Max Jungnickel, Mark Twain, Waldemar Bonsels, and Fritz von Unruh. Can never convince anyone that there’s more than one author behind these names. Painted in oil by Professor Liebermann; gives him a Paul Klee original in return, though Liebermann doesn’t eat it up. S.J. bequeaths Panter his son; P. knocks large holes in the expensive heirloom’s head in the very first week and doesn’t handle him very gently in other ways either. Dies on July 4, 1976, while attempting to tear the publisher back out of his grave.”
“Well?” the Good Lord asked.
“Hmm,” I said again, “Can’t we combine all three biographies? Maybe I could be the son of a senior civil servant, and exterminator at the Weltbühne. . .”
“Hurry up!” Father God said sternly, “I don’t have much time. I’m presiding over three field services at ten o’clock: Poles versus the Germans, Germans versus the Poles, and the Italians versus everyone else. I must go be with my peoples. So choose.”
And so I chose.

A Lonely Death in Sweden 85 Years Ago

2020-12-21T19:52:00.005-05:00

Kurt Tucholsky, born in Berlin into a Jewish family, was one of the most famous writers, journalists, and satirists of the Weimar Republic. 85 years ago today, he took his own life in Swedish exile where he had fled to in 1932 already.

He knew what was coming.

Without an audience, or influence, too depressed to write, and out of money, he overdosed on sleeping pills. His then-girlfriend Gertrude Meyer — or rather, one of his two girlfriends — found him. He was rushed to the hospital where he died the next day. He left three letters to his girlfriends and to his second wife, Mary Gerold, whom he made his sole heir. It was Mary who resurrected his work after 1945.

Tucholsky was a tragic, contradictory figure; very gifted, a brilliant writer, liked by his friends, hated by the ones he trashed mercilessly, funny and entertaining, well-read and well-traveled. But he had trouble staying in a longer relationship. Both of his marriages — and quite a few courtships before, during, and after them — ended in divorce. He loved France where he lived for years, but France would not take him in after the Nazis came to power.

He did not pledge alliance to any party. He flirted with Communism, but was never willing to toe the party line. He wore fine suits and liked to dine well. He spent most his life criticizing the Social Democrats. He belittled the Conservatives and he despised the Nazis. Naturally, he was among the first ten authors whose books were burned in 1933 at the Opernplatz in Berlin, together with Karl Marx and Sigmund Freud.

Here is a story from the book Hereafter, where Tucholsky muses about the afterlife.

“I Did Not Pass away without a Trace. Except—”

What time …?”—but his hand was already flopping back down. “Oh,” he said. I smiled. When I noticed the expression in his eyes, I straightened my laugh lines again.
“No time,” he whispered. “Still getting used to the fact that there’s no time anymore. Yes, the good old apriorist … ”
I diverged. “Down there, did you picture time geometrically too?” I asked.
“No, how … ?” he said.
“Like you were living forward in space,” I replied. “Like you could slide back and forth in space-time, forward and backward, playing with everything in space: when someone appears back there, he’s small; when he comes toward us, he gets bigger, and then his form diminishes, disappears—you know?”
“Not really,” he said.
“No?” I asked. “It’s like this:
“The little house I used to live in is standing still. Now it starts moving. At night, when we can’t sleep, we can hear what it’s doing. It’s traveling through time. It’s moving forward so fast that the water of time froths up high in front, off its bow; the house splits time, which flows to the right and left of it, whooshing by all around, and we’re lying in our little bedrooms, carried along, helpless, powerless, ever onward. Now and then a hand slides off the bed, dangling limply, and moving—backward? There is no backward. Sometimes the sleeper flinches in the face of what’s yet to come—but it’s all riding along with him. Premonitions don’t help. When you wake up early in the morning, the house has already stopped somewhere else.”
“Yeah, I did feel something like that,” he said. “No one’s very happy about it though.”
“No,” I said. “No one’s very happy about it. In the end, you’re left with the vague sensation of a host of impressions; it would be fun if you could hit fast-forward and the whole life you’re doomed to live came thundering down all at once. But you couldn’t do that.”
“Did you long to … to come here?” he asked.
“Often,” I said. “I was hungry every livelong day. Hungry for money, then hungry for women, then, when that subsided, hungry for stillness. So hungry for tranquility. And more: hungry for completion. Not having to—not having to travel through time.”
“You pass away without a trace,” he said.
“No,” I said, “you don’t pass away without a trace. No, I’m not talking about monuments—that’s ridiculous. And I know what you’re about to say: immortal works. Please … No, something else. I left something there—yes, I did leave something there.”
“What?” he asked, somewhat ironically.
“I left something for the things,” I said. “Since that day when I saw the ancient piano player in Paris, who my father had seen twenty years earlier in Cologne. He was still playing the same pieces, that wandering virtuoso—the very same ones. And I felt like my dead father was speaking through him. And I told the things something as well. I sent my regards through many things that have endured longer than you and I. I attached a greeting here and a wreath there, a curse here and a defensive silence there … and as I did, I noticed that the things were already full of similar greetings from those who had passed away. Almost every one of them had held onto matter, left traces behind; when you roamed by, pleas, supplications, curses, and blessings rained down from those things that people say are dead. I did not pass away without a trace. Except—”
“Except what?” he asked.
“Except people are illiterate,” I said, “They can’t read it.”
He looked at me and touched the place where his wristwatch used to be. “Come on,” he said, “Let’s go have that afternoon coffee.”

Die Weltbühne, January 19, 1926

Hereafter
Author: Kurt Tucholsky
Translator: Cindy Opitz

Preface: William Grimes
Hardcover, 96 pages, 25 Photos
Genre: Short Stories
Dimensions: 5'' x 8''
ISBN: 978-1-935902-89-8

Suggested Retail $14.95 / 12,00 €

Wunderbare Fahrten und Abenteuer der kleinen Dott

2020-11-21T12:17:00.006-05:00

Wer wollte nicht immer schon auf dem Rücken eines Reihers über eine Landschaft voller glitzernder blauer Seen, alter Schlösser und dunkler Wälder fliegen, in denen Elfen und Elliken leben? Oder einen Kobold im Feuer sehen, der einem die Krone des Schlangenkönigs verspricht, sich von Frau Harke drei magische Grashalme schenken lassen oder in die Zeit zurückreisen, um die Leipziger Messe, die ersten Deiche der Elbe oder die Silesier zu sehen, die vor tausend Jahren nach Breslau gewandert sind?

Natürlich geht das nicht wirklich, aber nun gibt es ein Buch dazu: "Wunderbare Fahrten und Abenteuer der kleinen Dott", von Tamara Ramsay. Es ist ein Abenteuer- und Entwicklungsroman im Reich der Sagen und der Fantasie, der die Leser durch Deutschland und weit zurück in die deutsche Geschichte führt.

Die Heldin ist ein zwölfjähriges Mädchen, die kleine Dott, die zwischen den beiden Weltkriegen in einem Dorf bei Berlin lebt. Als Dott sich hinausschleicht, um das Lagerfeuer der Mittsommernacht zu sehen, fällt die Blüte einer magischen Pflanze, die Rennefarre, in ihre Schuhe. Dadurch wird sie unsichtbar und kann mit Tieren und magischen Kreaturen sprechen. Und gelegentlich wird sie in die Vergangenheit zurückversetzt.

Auf dem Rücken von Gurian, dem Reiher, und Cornix, der Krähe, fliegt sie über das Land und erlebt Abenteuer, von denen andere nur träumen können. Sie spricht mit Friedrich dem Großen in Potsdam, wird Zeugin der Tempelritter an der Grenze zu Polen, betet mit der heiligen Herzogin Hedwig von Schlesien, gerät mit dem Berggeist Rübezahl aneinander, begegnet Elfen und Kobolden und erlebt den Einmarsch von Napoleon in Dresden. Und sie rettet Klaus in Berlin, einen Jungen, der von einem Wassernix in der Spree verzaubert wurde.

Die drei Bücher, die sich an Jugendliche im Alter von 10 bis 16 Jahren richten, sind jetzt im Berlinica-Verlag neu erschienen, mit den Originalzeichnungen und Umschlägen von Alfred Seidel, die lange Zeit verschollen waren. Die drei Bände sind leicht gekürzt, ohne etwas von ihrem Inhalt zu verlieren. Die Sprache wurde behutsam modernisiert. Das Buch fördert die Freundschaft und Verständigung zwischen Kulturen und Völkern, und den Schutz der Tiere.

Wunderbare Fahrten und Abenteuer der kleinen Dott sind überall erhältlich, wo es Bücher gibt. Buchhändler bekommen sie von der GVA in Göttingen, von Libri und KNV. In den USA ist die Soft-Cover-Version auf Amazon und bald auch auf Barnesandnoble.com erhältlich.

Wunderbare Fahrten und Abenteuer der kleinen Dott

Autorin: Tamara Ramsay

Zeichnungen: Alfred Seidel

Genre: Jugendbuch/Fantasie

Gebunden; 272 Seiten

Format: 15,2 x 22,4 cm / 6 x 9''

Ladenpreis: 16,00 € / $20.00

Deutschland:

ISBN Band 1: 978-3-96026-036-3

ISBN Band 2: 978-3-96026-037-0

ISBN Band 3: 978-3-96026-038-7

USA:

ISBN Band 1: 978-3-96026-044-8

ISBN Band 2: 978-3-96026-045-5

ISBN Band 3: 978-3-96026-046-2

Berlin 1945. World War II: Photos of the Aftermath

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May 8, 1945: The Red Army marches into Berlin; World War II is over in Europe. They bring photographers with them, Among them were Mark Redkin and Jewgenij Chaldej.The latter took the iconic photographs of the Red Flag flying over the Reichstag and the Brandenburg Gate. But the photographers also captured images of shelled rubble, rotting corpses, and lost children, heart-wrenching photographs, most never seen before, of Berlin after World War II. They reveal a city in ruins and were taken when half of its five million inhabitants had left or been killed and hundreds of thousands of refugees from the East were stranded among its bombed-out buildings.

The Soviets ruled Berlin for two months before being joined in July 1945 by American, British, and French troops. At that point, the corpses had been buried, the fires quenched, and the Red Cross had set up soup kitchens. The pictures ended up in the archives of Berliner Zeitung, licensed by the Soviet Military Administration (SMAD) just two weeks after the capitulation of Berlin, followed by the tabloid BZ am Abend. The SMAD also had its own army paper, Tägliche Rundschau. The papers printed these photos taken by Soviet soldiers, along with photos taken by Germans, most notably Otto Donath. Born in Berlin in 1898, Donath died there in 1971, after a long career as a gifted photographer.

The image archives were located on the second floor, where the photos—many rumpled, stained, scratched, and printed on pulpy, low-quality paper—were stored in drawers on long rows of metal shelving. Eventually, they were forgotten. In 1989, the Berlin Wall was torn down. One day in the 1990s, Peter Kroh, then photo editor of the BZ am Abend— meanwhile renamed Berliner Kurier—had a look in those drawers. Kroh sifted through thousands of photos, many of them not properly categorized or credited. Nevertheless, Kroh knew that he had found a treasure trove and soon decided to publish them in a book. This turned into the English-language book Berlin 1945, The author of the text is Dr. Michael Brettin, managing editor of the Sunday issue of Berliner Kurier. It is part of the history of World War II that has never been shared before in America.