This novel, a monster at nearly 600 pages of closely packed typeface, is the first complete translation of Hans Fallada's 1938 work. I bought it having enjoyed 'Alone in Berlin' a couple of years ago, and also because it was lauded by the Irish Times last year as possibly the best novel ever written. While I think that is a massive overstatement, it is a compelling read.
The intro to the book tells an interesting story. Firstly, Gustav Hackendahl, the 'Iron Gustav' of the novel is based on a real person who, like the character in the book does in the final section, rode his horse drawn cab from Berlin to Paris and back to great acclaim. Secondly, the novel was written as a commission from a film company, who aimed to turn the book into a movie, which accounts for its dialogue heavy prose and episodic form. Thirdly, once delivered, Goebbels got involved in the project and 'encouraged' Fallada (who spent time in prison for expressing anti Nazi sentiment during the war) to have his main characters join the Nazi party and espouse their values.
There is no mention of the Nazis here-this is the original manuscript-but what Fallada does excellently, through Gustav, his wife and five children, sons Otto, Erich and Heinz, and daughters Sophie and Eva, as well as an array of colourful side characters, is to paint a sweeping and intricate portrait of Berlin, both socially and politically, from 1914 right through to the 1930s. We get the excitement pre war, quickly followed by the grim reality of it and the chaos then peace that follows, we get the effects of hyper inflation and unemployment, and see how the exploited and exploiters coped with events. The characters are in some cases Dickensian, which works really well, some featuring throughout, others appearing periodically, the one thing unchanged in the face of everything, the stubborn Gustav himself.
I have to admit that the size of the book did intimidate me, and I read it over 6 days while off work, but have to say that once sat down with it, I was always quickly engrossed. As in Alone in Berlin, Fallada does an amazing job in recreating a place in time, no mean feat considering the scope of the novel, and I always felt engaged with the characters. In fact the one event that I thought the least likely, the cab journey to Paris, was the one which of course was true.
It may have taken over 70 years to see the book in translation for the first time, and it may be an exaggeration to say that it's the best novel ever written, but if you've time to sit down with a 600 page book set in early 20th century Berlin, this is definitely a book that I'd recommend.
Now I think I'll have a look on my shelves for a nice novella to read... :)