
Today I finished the audiobook of Richard J. Evans’s The Coming of the Third Reich (read by Sean Pratt).
It is utterly fucking horrifying.
(I started the next one, The Third Reich in Power).

Today I finished the audiobook of Richard J. Evans’s The Coming of the Third Reich (read by Sean Pratt).
It is utterly fucking horrifying.
(I started the next one, The Third Reich in Power).
The fact that Germany had produced a Beethoven, Russia a Tolstoy, Italy a Verdi, or Spain a Cervantes, was wholly irrelevant to the fact that all these countries experienced brutal dictatorships in the twentieth century. High cultural achievements across the centuries did not render a descent into political barbarism more inexplicable than their absence would have done; culture and politics simply do not impinge on each other in so simple and direct a manner. If the experience of the Third Reich teaches us anything, it is that a love of great music, great art and great literature does not provide people with any kind of moral or political immunization against violence, atrocity, or subservience to dictatorship.
From: Richard J. Evans’s The Coming of the Third Reich (2003).