This book by Ernst Friedrich is a collection of photos from the Great War, ranging in character from the somber to the horrific. Many of the photos feature ironic captions, mocking patriotism and the idea of glory as farcical. As I'm sure almost any review of this work will mention, these photos are not for the squeamish. There are decapitations, hangings, and charred bodies on display in this book. Even somehow sadder and more gruesome are those images of soldiers. Many of these soldiers were no doubt handsome young men. Now their faces are mangled, indistinct masses of putty after thirty or forty unsuccessful operations. Prosthetics were in the stone age at this time, so there are images of men with metal claws for hands, one of whom is working at a lathe/grindstone of some kind in a photo after returning from the war, with his own sorry state juxtaposed to some member of royalty who missed out on the war and is playing tennis on a clay court in an idyllic setting.
This book is definitely an emotional roller coaster, especially considering I'm a vet (though of nothing as brutal or total in its destructive nature as the Great War). Friedrich-a Nobel Prize candidate- has a childlike, ironclad belief in communism as a panacea for all world ills (including war), but the interjections about the proletariat and the capitalists need to be taken in context. This was a book assembled in a time before the real effects of the 'Great Soviet Experiment' were known, while wars waged supposedly for profit and outdated martial abstractions had already shown their horrible consequences. Recommended, but with the massive caveat that the reader/onlooker should be prepared to be saddened, enraged, and reminded of the character of war; maybe if they're lucky this will be their first acquaintance with the terrible beast.