POV: Your commie Grandpa tells you about the good ol' days while you are listening to his old vinyl records and having a nice mug of tea.
This is a very touching work because it reminds me of the often meandering, funny, insightful or sometimes outright bizarre stories my grandpa would tell me about his crazy life.
Similarly, Grossman reminisces about many things regarding to his experiences about the days of wild transformation in the GDR, ranging from the hard days of the immediate end of World War Two, to the heady years of reform under Khrushchev, the retrenchment of conservative thinking in the GDR, the collapse and his return to the US after nearly forty years abroad. It reminds me a lot about how my own grandpa, when he was still alive, and myself thought about the nature of change. As a young person I still often feel that big changes often rattle my entire world, and Grossman similarly recounts these things about his younger self and how he, literally, found himself is a completely different society from the US and how he had to accustom himself to this form of life that had only really written in the pages of books.
The memoir takes on an air objectivity, not like that of the political theorist who makes statements about things they've only read about, but as someone whose life was one of many shapes by the experiences of life in an ostensibly socialist society that makes it very refreshing and gives Grossman's account a unique kind of purchase, at least to me on a personal level. He takes stock of all the bad things, the good things and the downright weird things that everyday people like us would have felt or seen that, again, just hits different for me because it's laced with not only the typical historical context and facts (which appear from time to time to situate the otherwise jumpy narration) with mundane life experiences that give his account a unique vibrancy, I can almost see the twinkle in Grossman's eye as I read the page.
As with all personal accounts, this is probably flawed and shouldn't be taken as the last word on the GDR experience, but it was never meant to be. the author repeatedly states that was never the intent. Grossman's last sections comparing the current situation with stuff in his day make this clear, many of the problems remain similar, but the strategy will have to change. And I think this is where the true beauty of this work lies, Grossman, like any good grandpa, is fully aware of change and contingency and it's effect on our designs, but he says his piece, shares the insights of a long storied life and shares the hope that each small contribution we make throughout our lives will leave the world a better place for those that will come after us. One day we may live to be Commie Grandpas in turn, and one day will also share our own life lessons to the younger generations to, hopefully, inculcate those values of friendship, selflessness and kindness into them.
Rest in Power, Victor Grossman.