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After trawling the archives, Hilmes has contrived a daily journal covering the 16 days of the Olympic Games in Berlin in August 1936. Sporting reports, weather forecasts and police bulletins are interweaved with semi-fictional renderings of such various figures as Henri de Baillet-Latour, the Belgian president of the IOC, Thomas Wolfe, the American novelist, and Joseph Goebbels. It all conjures up a sense of corruption, nauseating decadence and impending doom.
Hilmes’ narrative mosaic becomes mesmerising. He mimics the way we absorb news and current affairs through myriad sources, and thereby lends his portrait of the Games an immediacy that is unsettling. This is due to the strength of the illusion but it is also because of a sense of mounting claustrophobia. It becomes horribly clear that if you are from a targeted minority group then you need to get out of Berlin and Germany just as fast as you can. The government has stoked up hatred to staggering levels and you linger at your peril...In Germany Berlin 1936 has been a bestseller. It is easy to understand why it is compulsive reading in a country where the shadows of Nazism never recede, but it has disconcerting resonances for a wider audience too.
There are more substantive histories of the Nazi Olympics, but Berlin 1936 is the most readable. Hilmes has a gift for storytelling...Yet by favouring anecdote over analysis, Berlin 1936 is ultimately more entertaining than revealing. There is plenty of high society tittle-tattle, such as Hitler’s favourite film-maker Leni Riefenstahl lusting after the “perfectly toned body” of a US decathlete. By contrast, the book has little about ordinary Berliners, who did not frequent fancy nightspots, and it skimps on the wider political context and the long-term significance of the games.
Berlin 1936 is an entertaining account of the 16 days of the Berlin Olympics. It is not a straight history of the Games — though it will tell you that Germany won 33 gold medals and the US came second with 24, and that the athletes consumed 80,261 kilos of meat and 233,748 oranges. Rather it is a vivid collage of vignettes gleaned from diaries and memoirs, police reports, snippets from newspapers, and so on. It dances from comedy to tragedy, from the ironic to the sinister, to give a picture of a darkening Germany...Hilmes has an eye for incidental detail. An excerpt from the daily instructions of the Reich press conference commanded: “The Italian gold medallist is named Georg Oberweger, not Giorgio Oberweger. Sports reporters are to take care not to de-Germanify athletes’ first names.