The conventional wisdom is that to fully understand current events we need to revisit the past, and I think Ambassador Braithwaite (British Embassy in Moscow 1988-92; not light and easy days on the job, I'll bet) has provided a good snapshot of what the Soviet capital was going through when the Nazis were raining bombs and shells on it. His research puts some light on Stalin's regime and how it operated under pressure. For example, on a single page the reader learns that as Russian soldiers defending the Western approaches to the capital "went on fighting not only when fighting had become pointless, but even when it had become physically impossible", the Politburo was cobbling together trains, men, and other precious resources to move Lenin's body from its mausoleum on Red Square to Siberia. He describes the most awful days, beginning in late October, when the Wehrmacht tapped into the city's PA system and broadcast the Horst Wessel song as a cold rain fell amongst the ashes of burning Soviet government documents. As the city administration shut down, citizens began to throw away their portraits and busts of Soviet leaders; there was little else to do, according to this history, because the factories' gates were locked and the Communist Party was issuing small arms only to its own members, who though armed were increasingly loading up their cars with "domestic treasures" and fleeing to the East. The non-Party folks instead picked up hammers and spades; the ones who weren't fortifying the city with these tools were reportedly looting it or spending their days in queues for food. In this narrative, Braithwaite reminds the reader that putting people under the dome often brings out both the best and worst in them. While the regime was pulling prisoners out of their cells at the Lubyanka and sending them to Kuibyshev (to execute them before the Nazis did, evidently), it also was moving some of the bright lights from the arts like Dmitry Shostokovich there. While Panfilov's Heroes were allegedly dying to the last man against German tanks on the Volokolamsk Highway, General Vlasov was turning traitor and becoming one of the most despised men in Russian history. To elucidate--Ambassador Braithwaite does his best to give an objective account of these events, and via personal interviews and research has done his best to cut through the type of legends a regime creates to motivate its people. In my opinion, he in no way denigrates the sacrifices Soviet citizens made in this terrible time: "for every Briton or American who died [in the Second World War]," he writes, "the Japanese lost seven people, the Germans twenty, and the Soviets eighty-five." At the same time, however, this work foreshadows (it was written in 2006) the sort of nationalistic indignation that certain demographics in Russia display today when someone shows up to write an objective history of Soviet events. "[T]o the fury of the orthodox and the elderly," he writes, "who increasingly resented the attempts of intellectuals and liberal politicians to revise the history of the war, [these efforts were viewed] as a shameful slur on the history of the Victory." One need look no further than the Russian media's treatment of Ukraine recently to see this playing out a decade after "Moscow 1941" was published and 75 years after the events it chronicles. Indeed, Braithwaite elucidates this further (and I think with a hint of compassion for this Hero City and its defenders) in the book's final paragraph. "'I envy my friends who died in the war,' wrote one elderly woman as the Soviet Union fell about her ears in the autumn of 1991. 'I envy the fact that they left this life without having lost their faith, without becoming disillusioned.'" As this greatest generation passes on, it's getting harder to get at the truth we receive from authors like Anne Applebaum, Solzhenitsyn, and Tim Snyder; there is, in fact, an orchestrated effort to fog up the lens. I believe, however, that Rodric Braithwaite has similarly put in the hours and intellectual curiosity to help us cut through that fog and therefore I have no reservations about recommending this book.