My thanks to NetGalley and Henry Holt & Company for an advance copy of this novel rescued from obscurity that tells the tales of the down and out in Berlin between the wars, their lives, their reasons and the shadow of Fascism that is just beginning to stir.
Stories about the wealthy have never been of interest to me. I am not being class conscious, I just don't find their stories interesting. Middle class stories for that matter are not stories I seek out either. Maybe it is because so many are written by males of a certain type who harp on the fact that the world evolves while they do not. I feel that I lean more from those who society has decided to ignore. The down, the out, and the outcasts. A clearer understanding of a people, a society and of a worldview can be gleaned from those who society tends to shun. These are the stories I enjoy. I remember reading George Orwell's works about living in Paris and London, or traveling to Wigan Pier, or even John Steinbeck's stories about Okies, and migrants, and canary workers and feeling far more for these characters than most other works I had read. What astounds me most in this novel is though the characters and this reader are separated by over one years in some spots, that the same problems exist, and will probably always exist. Berlin Shuffle is written by Ulrich Alexander Boschwitz and translated by Philip Boehm, is a symphony of a Metropolis from the bottom, with the characters doing their best to stay afloat, even as everything seems rigged against them, and a dark shadow that few see coming awaiting them in the future.
The book begins with a merchant, doing well in a way, thought not as well as he would like, taking in borders into a room that he can't use in his shop. The borders are three men, more comfortable on the streets, though they found themselves there by different means. The room is dank, dark, wet, and not comfortable, but still better then what they have. These men show us a world that is their existence, Berlin in the 1920's a time of hyperinflation, crushed dreams, war trauma, and an anger that is starting to burst out in different ways. These men introduce the reader to a world of petty schemes, and petty dreamers. Selling stolen clothing, hawking what ever they can, including their own bodies when they can. A legion of the night, ignored by most, and despised by everyone around them, including themselves. They drink fight, talk, share poetry, blame each other, and sometimes disappear. Their hopes are small, as are their chances, with even worse wating in the future.
A book that should be read while listening to Threepenny Opera, and a lot of Tom Waits. Boschwitz was a man who grew up in relative comfort, comfort that was slowly taking away as the Nazi regime gained power. Boschwitz along with his mother fled Germany, for Norway where he lost manuscripts, went ot England, was deported, and finally torpedoed during the war on a civilian boat, by the German navy. The book is very well written, and raw in many places. The smells, the feeling the oppression of hunger, of being poor, the uncertainty of what life has next. And the relief of seeing another day. Boschwitz captures people, moods, attitudes and feelings, with all the characters, good, bad and indifferent seeming unique in their own misery, pain, and the pain they like to deal out, when they can. A book I was unsure I was going to enjoy, but one I became wrapped up in, both in the power of the writing, and in the knowledge that things would only get worse.
There seems to be a few books coming out about the Berlin between the wars. What I could not get over was how much this book seemed to be about today. Rising authoritarianism, rising prices, declining hopes. There is much here to think about, and a lot to be on the lookout for. I'm glad this book was saved from the dustbin of history. It makes me wonder how many lost great works there are, and what they can tell us about their times, and how things never really change.