There is nothing in recent history that comes close to the cataclysmic events of the spring of 1945. Never before has the defeat of a nation been accompanied by such monumental loss of life, such utter destruction. Author Joachim Fest shows that the devastation was the result of Hitler's determination to take the entire country down with him; he would make sure that his enemies would find only a wasteland, where once there was a thriving civilization.
Fest describes in riveting detail the final weeks of the war, from the desperate battles that raged night and day in the ruins of Berlin, fought by boys and old men, to the growing paranoia that marked Hitler's mental state--his utter disregard for the well being of both soldiers and civilians-- to his suicide and the efforts of his loyal aides to destroy his body before the advancing Russian armies reached Berlin. Inside Hitler's Bunker combines meticulous research with spellbinding storytelling and sheds light on events that, for those who survived them, were nothing less than the end of the world.
Joachim Clemens Fest (1926-2006) was a German historian, journalist, critic and editor, best known for his writings and public commentary on Nazi Germany, including an important biography of Adolf Hitler and books about Albert Speer and the German Resistance to Nazism. He was a leading figure in the debate among German historians about the Nazi period.
Overall I thought it was a decent book. I don't have a problem with the absence of footnotes - Fest's professional background was as a journalist iirc, , nor do I have a problem with contradictions in testimony, that seems to me a basic quality of memory - my problem is with the idea that people can really remember precisely what happened in the past when for example called to do so in court.
I have read other reviews that say that this is the book that was behind the film Downfall, maybe that is so - I've seen about the last twenty or thirty minutes of that film, but the book seems to go a bit further in that some chapters are, not exactly flashbacks but describe the background, not in a narrow sense of precisely which events happened that left Hitler, not alone and betrayed as he saw himself, but crowded into a bunker surrounded by people who seemed quite lost without him.
It certainly is a natural book for Fest to have written considering that he has built a successful publishing career writing on various aspects of the Third Reich. I note that he is too much the gentleman to use the example of the Hitler diaries to suggest that Trevor-Ropers' judgement was fundamentally poor and therefore a newer book on the last days of Hitler was overdue, instead he draws attention to the relative wealth of recollections published after 1947.
At first I thought it was unhelpful that there wasn't a breakdown of the forces available and present at the battle of Berlin, but then that is part of the point, down in the bunker they didn't know, and they were prey to their own fantasies. Not only believing that there were combat capable German units outside the city able to fall upon the flanks of the Soviet advance, but also overjoyed at the news of Roosevelt's death, and terribly disappointed to learn that when US and Soviet troops met at Torgau on the river Elbe is was with handshakes rather than gunfire.
I was particularly interested how difficult it was for the war to end. After Hitler's death on the 30th of April it took a good week for the formal surrender of German forces to be completed on the 7th and then again on the 8th of May, and some German or pro-German forces continued hostilities for another week or so, some people I guess just don't want a bad thing to come to an end.
Reading too many books about Hitler threatens to plant one in the demographic of middle aged American white guys who go to Pennsylvania wargame cons in full Waffen gear, then go home to have their wives put on dirndls and spank them. I am not a part of that demographic (...though I've played more rounds of Europe Engulfed than is probably healthy). This is for work. This. Is. For. Work.
So there are a few brands of German writing about the war. There's the Sebald-style, revisionist, it's-time-to-look-at-this-with-clear-eyes-also-it-wasn't-my-fault thing. There's Gunter Grass: how-awful-this-was-for-everyone. And there's Fest, who (you might have seen this coming) goes for I'm-so-objective-I-can-even-relentlessly-chide-my-own-people-for-their-fuckedness-see-see-SEE?!.
There isn't much new material here that I can discern - he draws heavily on Hugh Trevor-Roper, which he excuses by saying that Trevor-Roper was closer in time to Nazis who took interviews. This is partly plausible, because if one thing is clear about the final days of the Reich, it's that the German bureaucracy and Hitler's own inner circle had quit taking careful notes, leaving the bunker itself as a bit of a black box: no information out, and not much going in. He also draws on Hitler's own body man, whose name I forget, and Traudl Junge, who were both there and seem to have misremembered surprisingly little.
But there isn't anything here to surprise anyone who's seen "Downfall," which I believe drew on Fest's work. In fact, the book is so plainly derivative that I'm not sure it's worth reading. Fest perpetuates the myth that Hitler's death room smelled like "bitter almonds" due to the chemical Eva used to kill herself - in fact, the poison doesn't smell like that at all, so if you were so inclined, you could perform a little amateur historiography just by tracing that minute piece of bullshit.
On one hand, it's satisfying to read about the quick collapse of the German military structure and the interesting ploys everyone tried to escape to friendlier turf. There are some pleasing anecdotes here, like how just before the Red Army came in, Berliners would walk by each other whistling a tune the lyrics of which translate to "After all, it's not the end of the world..." Then there's the ghoulish, like Goebbels' wife playing solitaire in her room after killing her own children. And maybe I'm about to throw in my lot with the reenactment crowd and start buying fake used daggers on Ebay, but I find the stuff about Hitler's affect the most interesting. He rants! He raves! He eats cake! More cake! He suddenly gets all sullen. Oops, no more Fuhrer! I mean, what could possibly be more interesting than the emotional state of someone who has just locked down a string of evil acts that's earned you and your people the universal horror and derision of the rest of the world to last until the end of time, someone who's done something that'll be remembered for its sheer insanity for as long as there are words to tell of it? I'm not sure it's really possible to generalize about the worst tendencies of human nature from the account of Hitler's blaming, scapegoating and paranoia in these last days, but it sure is tempting.
One complaint I have about most Hitler work is that historians have a hard time avoiding this tone of "...and of course Hitler reacted to the news of his brother-in-law's escape to Austria or whatever in the most childish and ludicrous way possible..." Why, we might ask? Because he's Hitler! is the standard answer. No one has ever been more thoroughly psychoanalyzed without the benefit of an actual analyst than Adolf, but a lot of that work doesn't end up on the page. Kershaw does this, too, and when I'm done reading his book I'm going to discuss it more there. But it's not enough to only say that Hitler was an emotional wreck all the time and a cranky piece of shit who blamed everyone else for his monumental failure. I'm not sure it's ever helpful to say that, in fact, because it doesn't do anything but confirm what we all think we know from watching movies dating back to The Great Dictator. It's worth explaining why he fell prey to these habits of mind; why he was always blaming other people; why he felt so chronically betrayed.
This was an excellent book about the last days of Hitler's Third Reich. He spent those last days in his bunker with a lot of his officers and their families. Before he went into the bunker, though, Hitler made sure to destroy everything he could, including industrial plants, public utilities, sewage systems, railway tracks, bridges, farms, monuments, and historic buildings. In the end, Hitler, his family, and other members of the Reich, committed suicide and made sure their remains would never be found.
Azt gondolom, hogy akik a németek, akik 1945 áprilisában-májusában Berlin füstölgő romjai között kóvályogtak, óhatatlanul fel kellett maguknak tegyék a kérdést: hogy jutottunk idáig? Hol volt a történelem azon pontja, amikor még be lehetett volna húzni a kéziféket, amikor még meg lehetett volna akadályozni komplett német városok zsarátnokká lényegülését? Fest válasza az, hogy a válasz Hitler személyében keresendő. Számára a németek führere a diktátorok egy teljesen új minőségét képviseli – addig az összes birodalmi vezető valamilyen pozitív idea alapján tartotta magát jogosultnak a világuralomra, még akkor is, ha ez az idea csak cukormáz volt a népirtások penészes piskótáján. Még Sztálinról is elmondható, hogy hivatkozhatott a kommunizmus nemes eszméjére, ahol elvileg mindenki egyenlő és a butaságig boldog lesz – ez még akkor is valami, ha kamu. Hitler viszont teljesen nyíltan vallotta, hogy ő mindenkit el akar pusztítani vagy rabszolgasorba akar dönteni, aki nem árja: „A majmok például minden kívülállót halálra tipornak, vagyis a közösségüktől idegent. És ami a majmokra érvényes, annak fokozott mértékben az emberekre is érvényesnek kell lennie” – fejtegette még 1942-ben. És ami a pláne: Hitler ezeket tök komolyan gondolta. Mondhatnók, az autópályákat is csak azért építette, hogy gyorsabban odaérjen a Föld bármely pontjára, és elpusztíthassa azt. Ilyen körülmények között Berlin füstölgő romjai szükségszerű következményei voltak a politikának, ami folyton kereste az egyre nagyobb és nagyobb ellenségeket.
Megjegyzem, Fest ezzel még semmit nem mond arról, hogyan nyílt alkalma Hitlernek arra, hogy hagymázas őrületeit kiélje. Mert még ha el is fogadom, hogy nem volt hozzá hasonló a politikusok között, még mindig ott van a kérdés, ki tette politikussá. Mert szerintem a világ számos bolondokházájában találni potenciális megalomán tömeggyilkosokat, csak épp kényszerzubbonyban. Hogy lehet, hogy Hitler nem oda került, hanem a népvezér posztjára? Fest érinti ugyan ezt a kérdést, de igazából nagyon úgy fest, a történelemnek nem a társadalmi oldala, hanem a nagy formátumú egyéniségei érdeklik.
Különben igazán jól megírt, helyenként szuggesztív összegfoglalás ez a Harmadik Birodalom utolsó óráiról. Néha szinte láttam magam előtt az egyre leromlottabb fizikai és mentális állapotban lévő Adolfot, amint a Kancellária alatti bunker folyosóin kószál, és mekegve panaszkodik mindenkinek, aki hajlandó meghallgatni. Abban reménykedem, hogy ilyen lehet neki a pokol is: kísértetként fel-alá vánszorog a csupasz, dohszagú betonfalak között az idők végezetéig, azon elmélkedve, hogy mit rontott el. Folyton keresne, kutatna valakit, akinek kifejthetné, hogy romlottak el a dolgok, és miért nem hever már a lábai előtt a világ. De a folyosók üresek. Senki nem hallja meg, senki nem hallgatja meg. Egyedül van, az örökkévalóságig.
The leader hunkers down in his HQ, scarcely believing that it has come to this. The leader is delusional, out of touch, oblivious to the state of the nation and the concerns of the people. The country is broken, the economy battered and bruised, transport and health systems barely functioning, with citizens left to fend for themselves as the state retreats from their lives. A petty, vindictive and spiteful policy towards desperate minorities heaps blame on "the other" for the failings of the regime. The rotten edifice of a rotten regime is tumbling down, whilst the bosses of the party argue about job titles and jockey for personal position for the time when the leader is no more.
That's enough about Rishi Sunak and the Tories, what about this book?
A brief but insightful peek into the chaos and desperation at the end of WW2. Berlin is about to fall to the savages from the East, its buildings and people despoiled. Hitler ponders an escape to the mountains but is terrified of his own people and decides to go down with the ship, ultimately shooting himself as Berlin burns. A special mention to the Geobbels for murdering their six children - complete bastards.
downfall و یا همون سقوط این فیلمنامه گزیده ای از چند کتاب با همین مظمونه اما عالی تدوین شده جزو 250 فیلم برتر برای من که علاقه وافری به داستان ها و یا فیلم های مربوط به جنگ جهانی دارم خوب بود فیلمنامه خیلی جذاب بود - کاملا درگیرش شدم مربوط می شه به 12 روز آخر زندگی هیتلر و حمله روسها و درگیری که نازی ها در اواخر حکومتشون داشتند که توسط منشی هیتلر تراودل یونگه، روایت می شه اگر 4 دادم دلیش این بود که به نظرم اول و وسطاش عالی بود اما نتونست بعضی جاها جمش کنه مخصوصا اخرش
Mi pare che sia utile saperne un po' per collocare tutti i protagonisti al loro posto, capire bene chi sono, che ruolo hanno avuto finora, che rapporti intercorrono fra loro, cosa si aspetta Hitler da loro. Non ci sono note, quindi non ci si aspetti aiuto da quelle. Fortunatamente un po' ho letto prima di questo Fest eppure qualche nome sono andata a cercarlo in rete. E sono andata anche a cercare le immagini di Berlino ai primi di maggio 1945: un incubo :-(
I get a little nervous when a "history" book (at least, that was the section it was in) doesn't have any endnotes or footnotes. I get more than a little nervous when the explanation given by the author is essentially "lots of the accounts contradicted one another, so I didn't want to confuse you, the reader, by including citations".
Granted, the scene in Hitler's bunker in those final months of the war were confusing to say the least. But throw us history majors a bone here, Herr Fest. Much of the history written on these waning hours in the heart of the Third Reich has largely been based on the diary of one of Hitler's personal secretaries, Traudl Junge. These women were in the end the few who Hitler still believed hadn't betrayed him -- he'd wished he had generals with such resolve and loyalty. Needless to say, his paranoia and delusion had hit their apex at this point.
Fest does a good job storytelling, but things get ugly when he begins to inject his own psychoanalysis of the Führer. Two entire chapters were frustratingly speculative and appear to contradict most of the historical research I have seen (it was only a matter of time before my history major would start to pay off). And all without any citation. Granted, I haven't read Fest's biography of Hitler, so he has the authority, I just wish he had the evidence, too. Ultimately, these flaccid chapters weakened what was otherwise a fine read.
The film Der Untergang [the Downfall:] was based largely on Bis zur letzten Stunde (Junge's published diary) and does a fantastic job conveying (so well, it'll make you uncomfortable) what those final months in the Berlin bunker must have been like. Rent the movie, skip the book.
Anything Hitler related is captivating. Starting from his rising to power to his downfall. The book delves into the causes preceded Hitlers seizure of power, his destructive mindset and the conditions, the environment and the atmosphere in the bunker which influenced his decisions in his last days.
It's somewhat surprising that the precise events and situations inside Hitler's bunker in April 1945 are so hard to pin down with complete accuracy. Eyewitnesses who walked in on the bodies minutes later couldn't even agree on whether Adolf and Eva Hitler were found together on the same sofa after committing suicide, or Eva was in a separate chair. Fest does a good job reconciling multiple accounts, and specifies where he isn't certain. This book certainly puts to rest the notion that the Soviets could have done an autopsy on Hitler's corpse, as the only thing left of him (besides ashes) in May 1945 was his dentures. (Eva's lower bridgework was all that remained of her.) So the fantasy that a Soviet autopsy revealed only one testicle (if you want to read all about it, Explaining Hitler: The Search for the Origins of His Evil) is proven wishful thinking.
It almost seems crass, given the death Hitler visited upon Europe, for me to note the little details such as how Hitler gave a cyanide capsule to his beloved dog Blondi - because he didn't want Blondi to become a trophy for Soviet troops, and also he wanted to test the type of capsule he would shortly be using himself - and then sent an officer to put bullets into Blondi's five puppies. Then there are the six Goebbels children, quickly poisoned by their mother and Hitler's personal physician; only one, the oldest daughter, appears to have resisted, given the bruising on her body. Magda Goebbels had linked her own and her children's fate to Hitler's in the final days, and had at the last minute begged him to leave Berlin so that she and the children could leave and be spared, too, but Hitler refused. Mrs. Goebbels wrote in her suicide note:
Our glorious idea is in ruins, and with it everything I have known in my life that was beautiful, admirable, noble, and good. After the Führer and National Socialism, the world won't be worth living in, and that is why I have brought the children here. They are too good for the life that will come after us, and merciful God will understand if I myself give them deliverance.
Hitler himself in the waning days was by turns angry, volatile, apathetic, suffering tremors of his hands and legs which he tried to hide from onlookers, as he insisted German troops fight on even though all was lost. He took the time to have Eva Braun's brother-in-law briefly court-martialled and shot (the court-martial wasn't even allowed to conclude, once Hitler discovered that the man had known Himmler was making surrender overtures to a Swedish diplomat), even as Braun asked that his life be spared since he had a newborn child. He drew up political and personal wills, expelling Göring and Himmler from the Nazi Party for their last-minute betrayals. He declined to flee to his alpine fortress, preferring to end everything in Berlin. He was insistent that his and Braun's bodies be burned completely, having just learned what disgraces were wrought upon Mussolini and Clara Petacci. He sat silently and stared at his favorite portrait of Frederick the Great. And he ate cake: vast amounts of cake.
I thought the movie "The Downfall" was excellent, so thought this book might be also, since the movie was partly based on this book. But the book was disappointing. For one thing, I felt like I had walked into a discussion already underway, with no one explaining the things you had missed. It assumed you already knew all the players involved, and the basic plot. Sometimes captions to pictures explained who some of the people were, but not others, and left you to guess which was which. For another, one of the things I liked about the movie was that it showed you the human, the emotional, side of the people involved, providing some depth in its analysis, instead of just focusing on the battles, which is the part of history I have always disliked the most. The book, however, spent a lot of time discussing the movements of the various armies, in which I have little interest. The only person I would recommend this book to, would be a student of history of the Third Reich, someone who is already familiar with that part of history. Then it might be interesting.
Een zeer intrigerend document over 's werelds meest bekende dictator. Ik vind het boeiend hoe men, zelfs op het einde, nog bleef vasthangen aan het charisma van Hitler ook al was deze zelf erg ziek en slecht te been op het einde van z'n dagen. SS bleef hondstrouw terwijl anderen van de Wehrmacht de overgave bepleitten om het zinloze verlies van mensenlevens en soldatenlevens te sparen. Hitler had in het begin van z'n carrière al gezegd dat het alles of niets wordt. Ofwel de totale overwinning, ofwel het totale verlies... en bij totaal verlies zouden ze alles met zich meenemen. Want als ze verliezen dan betekent dat dat het Duitse Volk het niet gehaald heeft en aangezien de Wet van de Sterkste altijd blijft gelden dan moet ook het Duitse volk ophouden te bestaan.
Het is des te verbazender dat men deze man bleef volgen. In tegenstelling tot bijvoorbeeld de Romeinen, Napoleon en andere veroveraars had Hitler geen plan voor "na de oorlog", hij wilde blijven het conflict opzoeken. Hitler was ook een 'adrenalinejunk' volgens mij.
Op het einde voor z'n zelfmoord zou Hitler gezegd hebben dat hij er spijt van heeft dat hij zo genadig was tegen zijn tegenstanders en tegen de Joden. 'dit komt ervan als je te goed bent voor de wereld'... hij voelde zich verraden door zijn generaals en zelfs door het volledige Duitse volk...
Joachim Fest heeft op zeer vlot leesbare wijze de laatste dagen van Hitler en het Duitse Rijk in beeld gebracht. Hoewel we ongeveer een idee hebben van de zelfmoord van Hitler en Eva Braun, en wat met hun lichamen gebeurd is, toch blijft het in een mysterie omhuld.
Joachim Fest maakt ook de kritische bemerking dat net door dat mysterieuze einde, Hitler blijft verder leven in de geesten. En hoe meer tijd er verstrijkt na de verschrikking van het Nazirijk, hoe groter de populariteit van Hitler opnieuw wordt... een duidelijke waarschuwing naar de toekomst toe.
Downfall aka Der Untergang, based on Inside Hitler’s Bunker – The Last Days of The Third Reich by Joachim Fest
10 out of 10
This is a fantastic narrative, which shows the world what a monster looks and acts like, as he falls from the heights of the top of The Third Reich, into the bunker where he will spend his last days, together with some of the other demons, like Joseph and Magda Goebbels, parents that have decided to kill their many children (how many were there, six, eight?) poisoning them rather than allow them to live in a Germany that would soon be liberated…granted, the part occupied by the Red Army would not be a democracy, the soviets brought in calamity with them, but still, life is better than death…
One of the examples I have comes from Fyodor Dostoyevsky, who had been sentenced to death, and faced execution, with three minutes remaining – this is a story that our divine Literature Professor, Anton Chevorchian used to tell us in class and we have been mesmerized by this and everything else he told us…look, I think about it after forty years and share it with you – which he divided into…three, one to say goodbye to friends and family, another to pass his life in front of him, and last, to enjoy a ray of sunshine that was falling on the top of a church nearby, and then he was pardoned and freed…
http://realini.blogspot.com/2019/01/t... the great master includes this experience in his masterpieces, wherein he explains what the man who has very little to live thinks, feels, from personal experience, and we learn that when we have so little ahead, we cherish life immensely, the characters in the magnum opera insist that they would rather live on a bare rock, in the middle of the ocean, than end it all, in such a short time…evidently, time is relative and we know it from Einstein…
Seneca has looked at the ‘shortness’ of life and contested the idea, saying that we have in fact enough time in our lifetimes, it is just that we waste so much http://realini.blogspot.com/2022/03/o... we treat time as if it were something we have in abundance, we even ‘kill time’, get bored in many situations and just think about it passing as fast as possible…in an attempt to explain the genius Albert Einstein said “Put your hand on a hot stove for a minute, and it seems like an hour…Sit with a pretty girl for an hour, and it seems like a minute…That's relativity…” albeit with various sexual orientations, the notion will have to be changed accordingly…
Maybe it was Milan Kundera http://realini.blogspot.com/2017/11/t... in his most famous The Unbearable Lightness of Being arguing that the genius label has become too weak, using some words to explain everything, praise all and sunder, hoi polloi will end up annihilating the original significance of the word, genius needs to be used for Leonardo, Albert Einstein and maybe Shakespeare…
Thomas Mann took on a couple of words, love and friend, in a short story that has been engraved in my mind, if we are to psychoanalyze this, it might be a wrong move, for it might have created a very skeptical frame of mind, some negativity and the perspective that love is really absent http://realini.blogspot.com/2021/09/t... and we cannot rely on friends.
There are no friends here, unless we think of Marius, The Last of The Mohicans, and that could be blamed on Thomas Mann – in this short story, one of the characters complains that people keep talking about their ‘great love’, so grandiose, there ‘are no words to express it’, when the opposite is true, love means so much, we do not find it, except in fiction, art, in life, when tested, love shows it was just a word we used, and the ‘friends’ we have, do not really show up when needed, it is just a false notion
As for Hitler, the quote from George Bernard Shaw comes to mind, where he said something to the effect that ‘Hitler is a good speaker, organized this and that, has qualities, but what I can say is that it would have been better for the world, if he had never been born’ http://realini.blogspot.com/2017/03/d... albeit Shaw, not a favorite of mine, had also said The Nazi movement is in many respects one which has my warmest sympathy’
Whenever we speak of the Nazis, I am aghast at how the world has stigmatized them, which is as it must be, making illegal those movements and manifestations in many places (say Germany), which is again what must be done, yet, when it comes to communism, those lunatics and demons are somehow tolerated and considered benign, nay, in realms they are venerated, as it happens in the new Soviet Empire.
Stalin is making a comeback there, his statues have been installed in places, and over the past few days, they have shown the celebrations on the news, which is part of a ghastly transformation of Russia into a vile, disgusting new empire (actually, it is just the old thing, as they said here, the old Mary with a new hat) that is annexing land from Ukraine -the despot from the Kremlin, ruler of Muscovy, as Zelensky has said we should call Russia, has just visited Mariupol at night, and he entertains another tyrant, Xi, as they try to make the world an immense playground for the two dictators, close buddies now, China waits to take Taiwan soon, and much else in the South China Sea, and wherever they wish
The communists and now those Z mass killers have been just as bad, if not worse than Hitler, if we count the dead, Stalin has surpassed the Nazi mad man, just like Mao has murdered more in his own country, through famine, executing them…they have the same planes now in Ukraine, later in Taiwan, and we need to learn lessons from this narrative, the history of monsters like Hitler, Stalin, Mao, which have successors in Putin, Xi, and some other smaller despots, Kim of North Korea and so on…
I enjoyed reading this book, however the majority of the information I knew from watching the movie Downfall. The author towards the end of the book explains several theories in which hitler escaped the bunker. I would recommend this book to anyone who was looking for an overview of the events surrounding the bunker.
“«Diez años he servido al Führer, y aquí yace ahora». El contraste, en efecto, apenas podía ser más brusco. En una de las exaltadas y patéticas visiones de su muerte, Hitler había situado su tumba en las grandiosas alturas del tejado del campanario que dominaría la remodelada orilla del Danubio de su ciudad natal, Linz. Y he aquí que ahora su tumba se encontraba en un descampado lleno de ruinas, a espaldas de la cancillería destruida, apisonada en la tierra removida por los continuos disparos, entre cascotes de hormigón, montañas de escombros y pirámides de basura.”
I had the occasion to see the movie (Der Untergang/The Fall) before reading the book years ago. As far as I remember, the movie follows most aspects you can find in the book. Although you can find new/many details in the book, it feels like letting the reader with many uncertainties. Maybe because the history itself was made by individuals who had their own version of story.
Pretty interesting to look at what Berlin was like at the war's end. Some good Hitler insight as well. I enjoyed it, but nothing to write home about. I would have enjoyed more military strategy in defending Berlin I think.
Bijzonder inkijkje in de laatste periode van Hitler. Heel leesbaar en leerzaam. En nog steeds verbijsterend hoe lang Hitler en zijn entourage nog zoveel impact kon hebben en de tweede WO zo lang kon laten voortduren
Not sure if I should rate this book as a 2 or 3 or 4. So, I hit the middle -- a 3. It's my first real honest to goodness read on the Last few days of Hitler and that's why a 3.
The author, Fest, seems to put together a good account of what MAY have happened inside the Bunker. Who is really telling the TRUTH when it comes to these Nazis trying to make account of what REALLY HAPPENED?? There apparently was extreme tension the last few weeks in the Bunker, UNDERSTANDABLY since the Russians were practically on their doorsteps, literally.
I would recommend for you to read several books on the Last Days of Hitler and draw your own conclusions. That's what I intend to do. This book, however, is a good one to start with.
This book is the English translation of Der Untergang: Hitler und das Ende des Dritten Reiches. Written by one of the foremost German historians of the Third Reich, this is an extremely interesting work detailing the last two weeks of the life of Adolf Hitler, and those around him, up to his suicide in April 30, 1945. In less then two hundred pages Fest gives us a superb description of the catastrophic end of the Third Reich and also a concise analysis of the Nazi phenomenon that allows the book to stand on its own, even for readers who are not knowledgeable about the history of the regime. This brilliant book was the basis of Oliver Hirschbiegel's 2004 film Der Untergang.
Con la garantía de ser considerado uno de los mejores biógrafos de Hitler, Joachim Fest nos lleva de la mano hasta las entrañas del legendario bunker del Führer, con todos los horrores de la guerra y peor, de la derrota. Al fin alguien nos relata con detalle qué pasó en los días finales del líder del 3er. Reich.
The good timing gave a manipulative psychopath the best chance and best stage to promote his racism and it's so hard to believe that brainwash in that difficult time for Germany could became such effective tool. I can only said that giving a critical situation people can not think rationally, the group thinking fell into "banality of evil" without feeling guilty. Nobody should play God or superior power in the name of cleaning the inferior races through killing or eliminating. I am sure if we had fMRI at that time, just put Hitler to scan we surely get a psychopath with warrior genes inside. Madness can lead to totally destruction and we can see how he would rather destroy the Jewish, the infrastructures, his own dog, his own generals, soldiers who are caught betrayed him. He wanted to killed them all before his empire fell. Sick in the head for sure! I feel sorry that we had this kind of human in our history!
I copied the whole last chapter (ch8) here because it was the conclusion of this book.
A very interesting book, giving more clarity and detail to things I feel I already knew. Part of that was because I’ve just recently watched Downfall, the movie based on this book, which is fantastic.
But what this book makes clear is the death cult that is fascism. Hitler knew very early on that he had burned all bridges to the rest of the world. He knew that his actions would lead to either victory or complete annihilation—and in fact, it seems that the latter was his true goal. He was obsessed with oblivion, gambling with life all the way to the end, almost daring fate to take him out. He saw a legendary downfall to be the most worthy goal, and it seems never truly believed in victory at all. His closest allies felt the same. This obsession with death explains a lot, from the betrayal of the Soviets to the Holocaust itself. Toward the end, Hitler started ordering the destruction of German infrastructure—roads, sewers, hospitals, schools, etc. He wanted to leave nothing behind.
The inherent contradictions of fascism are very apparent as well. The Nazis all seemed to know they wouldn’t win and save Berlin, yet total devotion to their leader caused them to keep fighting despite a substantial imbalance in forces. This is because they view their enemies as simultaneously too strong and too weak, as Umberto Eco put it.
Much has been said about the connections between Hitler and Trump, and at times it feels too easy to compare them. Trump does inspire the same level of devotion as Hitler did, and it seems like the only thing he cares about is personal power and wealth, often at the expense of his own base. He strips away aspects of the welfare state that disproportionately help people in red districts and states, and his fans lap it up. However, it’s pretty obvious that Trump is far dumber than Hitler. He doesn’t carry the personal philosophy or the managerial skill that Hitler carried, and has never assembled a team of equally intelligent people to help him carry this out. In many ways, Trump’s regime can never get to the levels of control and destruction Hitler’s did—he and his followers are far too incompetent, and wrangling a nation as large and complex as the U.S. is far more challenging than wrangling a nation like Germany in 1933. Still, his policies will lead to many deaths, and the destruction he’s wreaking on the government will be long lasting.
This is not to praise Hitler, of course. He was dumb and weak too. The final days of his reign in the bunker were filled with sad hours of wandering around, punctuated by screaming fits at generals who gave him bad news. It’s pathetic.
But the reason we study history at all is to find patterns and learn where the mistakes were so we can avoid them in new circumstances. The state of Israel uses the phrase “never again” too literally, implying that as long as another Holocaust doesn’t happen to the Jews, Israel can commit as many atrocities as they want. But “never again” means never again for anybody. We don’t want a dictator, we don’t want a genocide, because no matter the differences in circumstance, these things are bad and we know the harm they will cause. Let’s just hope this all ends before it gets too much worse.
Read in 2021, Inside Hitler’s Bunker by Joachim Fest stayed with me like a splinter—small, sharp, lodged deep in the historical conscience. It’s not a panoramic war epic; it’s a death rattle in book form.
Where so many works on the Third Reich attempt to chart the rise of horror, Fest zooms in on its implosion—those final ten days in April 1945, when the myth of the invincible Führer collapsed into dust and delusion beneath the ruins of Berlin.
This is not a study of Hitler as commander or orator. This is Hitler as ghost—paranoid, delusional, eating badly-cooked meals and marrying Eva Braun while the Red Army howls just outside the walls.
Compared to other works in this niche—Beevor’s Berlin: The Downfall, which maps the broader battlefield, or Trevor-Roper’s The Last Days of Hitler, more forensic and procedural—Fest’s book feels almost theatrical in its claustrophobia.
It’s like reading a locked-room tragedy with no heroes, only villains succumbing to the weight of their own lies. You see Goebbels cradle his children before orchestrating their murder. You see generals and secretaries moving like stagehands in a mausoleum. It’s a psychological autopsy—not just of Hitler, but of a regime that chose collective suicide over moral reckoning.
Fest is unsparing in his portrayal of Hitler—not a grand strategist, but a paranoid ideologue unraveling before his staff, giving orders to armies that no longer existed, raging about betrayals that were mostly inventions of his own mind. This isn’t the image Nazis wanted to leave behind. Fest rips that myth apart. There is no hero’s end here, only a pathetic, claustrophobic fade-out lit by cyanide and gasoline.
Reading this alongside Jack Fishman’s The Seven Men of Spandau, the contrast is striking but illuminating. Fest gives us the final moments of the war’s chief architect—how he died, how he deluded himself until the end, and how those around him became complicit in the theater of his collapse.
Fishman, by contrast, offers the long, slow punishment of the lieutenants who survived—the ones who didn’t go out in fire but were left to stew in their own irrelevance for decades. Fest’s book is the crescendo; Fishman’s, the coda.
Yet both books echo the same point: ideology can outlive the people who built it. Hitler’s body burned in a shallow pit, but his cult lingered.
Spandau’s inmates clung to delusions, crafted new narratives, even tended roses as if atonement were a craft project. In Fest’s bunker, you witness the final lie being told, even as the ceiling caves in. In Fishman’s prison, you see how that lie still breathes, in whispers and rewrites.
Inside Hitler’s Bunker is not just a historical account. It’s a tombstone etched in prose.
For anyone trying to understand not how fascism wins, but how it dies—badly, loudly, delusionally—this is a book that must be read.
Is this the definitive book about the last few weeks at the heart of Nazi Germany? Perhaps so. Joachim Fest has gathered together information to present the chaotic and mad last days of Hitler's life, as Nazi Germany's final collapse happened above him as the Soviet Army subjected Berlin to its final torture and execution.
Fest has described day-by-day the last three weeks of Hitler's life, and ipso facto the life of the Third Reich, with all the insanity that was entailed in that, and has also posed some historical-philosophical questions on why it had to be that way.
The story of the final weeks in the Bunker is well-known, and Inside Hitler's Bunker adds to Hugh Trevor-Roper's classic The Last Days of Hitler with information that has come to light since the fall of the Iron Curtain.
Where this book is interesting is in Fest's thinking about why it had to end as it did. His theory is that the Fuhrer always had, if not a death wish, a desire to destroy. This desire led him, and by extension the Nazis, to always have an enemy to destroy, and when the enemies began to prevail, he moved his desires onto the German people, wishing them to be exterminated as they had proved themselves the "weaker" race.
Fest uses as evidence for his theories the fact that Hitler always sought out enemies to destroy, and when the Germans had taken over other countries he ensured that peace was never made with the populace - an example is the Ukraine, where the population was initially inclined to side with the Nazis, before their depredations turned the people against them.
The desire to crush his enemies became twisted into a desire for Germany to die in flames as they lost the War. Fest mentions that several times Hitler had the potential opportunity to come to terms with enemies during the War, but spurned them all. His infamous "Nero" order - which was in the main ignored - showed him to be completely without feeling for "his" people. In fact Fest shows that much of the last few weeks of Hitler's life was the story of him sacrificing everything for his own glory, initially in an effort to turn the War around, and when the final realisation of defeat had set in, in an effort to have the most Wagnerian of endings that he could.
These musings are worth considering, and while not explaining completely the insanity that was Hitler's reign, add to the picture of how such a disaster could come about.
If you want to know what happened in the bunker, this is probably the best book to read.