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Since my last review was appreciated by users, I have decided to write another review of sorts. This time on a book that I liked far more and which is one of only two books that I have read so far that made me genuinely emotional. This book is titled The Young Hitler I Knew, written by August Kubizek.
Kubizek was the only close friend that Hitler had as an adolescent. The friendship that Kubizek and Hitler enjoyed was one that was quite intimate, the type of male bond that we are no longer allowed to have in the modern west. The book reveals details about what Hitler was like in private, both the good and the bad side of his character. I have to admit that in terms of his bad side, the way he was described in the book reminded me a lot of ER.
Now, part of what makes this book interesting is that it was written after the war which would make you think that the writer would have distanced himself from Hitler as this was in a period in which Germans were trying to cut all the ties they had with the movement they had enthusiastically supported before the war. But no, Kubizek stayed a true friend to Hitler till the end and never once badmouthed the man in the book for his actions as the Fuhrer, this becomes most apparent in the final chapter in which he recalls being questioned by American soldiers for his connection to Hitler. Kubizek himself didn't really want much to do with politics though so don't fear that this is a highly political book that is not readable if you don't care about political ideologies.
Hitler, the young man, will prove to be quite relatable to most users here which is partly why I enjoyed the book so much. Even though he grew up in a different time from us, he struggled with many of the same issues as young men today. Take for example his issues with the education system; Kubizek describes Hitler as an intelligent and learned young man who spend much of his free time reading philosophers such as Nietzsche but does not feel much motivation to achieve positive results in school.
By far the most emotional part of the book is the chapter describing the death of Hitler's mother and the days after (she happened to die just a short while before Christmas). Kubizek and Hitler's mother were the only companions that Hitler really had in his youth. Without them, he was pretty much isolated from the world. Some quotes from this chapter:
A notable "character" of the book, and this is where the review becomes incel-related, is Stefanie. Stefanie was Hitler's crush who he was madly in love with but his shy character and lack of experience with women made it so that he never actually dared to ask her out or anything of the sorts. Kubizek claims that Hitler never really 'got over' Stefanie, that she was essentially the image of the perfect woman in his eyes and this may have played in a role in his unwillingness to marry later in his life.
I can write more on the book but I think simply quoting some notable parts from chapter 7 will do it more justice:
Kubizek was the only close friend that Hitler had as an adolescent. The friendship that Kubizek and Hitler enjoyed was one that was quite intimate, the type of male bond that we are no longer allowed to have in the modern west. The book reveals details about what Hitler was like in private, both the good and the bad side of his character. I have to admit that in terms of his bad side, the way he was described in the book reminded me a lot of ER.
Now, part of what makes this book interesting is that it was written after the war which would make you think that the writer would have distanced himself from Hitler as this was in a period in which Germans were trying to cut all the ties they had with the movement they had enthusiastically supported before the war. But no, Kubizek stayed a true friend to Hitler till the end and never once badmouthed the man in the book for his actions as the Fuhrer, this becomes most apparent in the final chapter in which he recalls being questioned by American soldiers for his connection to Hitler. Kubizek himself didn't really want much to do with politics though so don't fear that this is a highly political book that is not readable if you don't care about political ideologies.
Hitler, the young man, will prove to be quite relatable to most users here which is partly why I enjoyed the book so much. Even though he grew up in a different time from us, he struggled with many of the same issues as young men today. Take for example his issues with the education system; Kubizek describes Hitler as an intelligent and learned young man who spend much of his free time reading philosophers such as Nietzsche but does not feel much motivation to achieve positive results in school.
By far the most emotional part of the book is the chapter describing the death of Hitler's mother and the days after (she happened to die just a short while before Christmas). Kubizek and Hitler's mother were the only companions that Hitler really had in his youth. Without them, he was pretty much isolated from the world. Some quotes from this chapter:
On the following morning, December 24, Adolf came to my house. He looked worn out, as though
any minute he might collapse. He seemed to be desperate, quite empty, with no spark of life in
him. As he felt how worried my mother was about him, he explained that he had not slept for
days. My mother asked him where he was going to spend Christmas Eve. He said that the
Raubals had invited him and his sister; Paula had already left, but he had not made up his mind
yet whether he would go or not. My mother exhorted him to help to make Christmas a peaceful
occasion, now that all the members of the family had suffered the same loss, Adolf listened to her
in silence. But when we were alone he said to me brusquely: "I shall not go to Raubal's."
"Where else will you go?" I asked him impatiently. "After all, it's Christmas Eve."
I wanted to ask him to join us. But he did not even let me finish, and shut me up quite
energetically, in spite of his sorrow.
Suddenly he pulled himself together and his eyes became bright.
"Perhaps I shall go to Stefanie," he said.
This answer was doubly characteristic of my friend: first, because he was capable of forgetting
completely in such moments that his relationship with Stefanie was nothing but wishful thinking, a
beautiful illusion, and secondly, because even when he realised this he would, after sober
reflection, prefer to stick to his wishful thinking rather than unbosom himself with real people.
But he? Where should he have gone that Christmas Eve? He had no acquaintances, no friends,
nobody who would have received him with open arms. For him the world was hostile and empty.
So he went -- to Stefanie. That is to say -- to his dream.
All he ever told me of that Christmas Eve was that he had wandered around for hours. Only
towards morning had he returned to his mother's home and gone to sleep. What he thought, felt
and suffered, I never knew.
A notable "character" of the book, and this is where the review becomes incel-related, is Stefanie. Stefanie was Hitler's crush who he was madly in love with but his shy character and lack of experience with women made it so that he never actually dared to ask her out or anything of the sorts. Kubizek claims that Hitler never really 'got over' Stefanie, that she was essentially the image of the perfect woman in his eyes and this may have played in a role in his unwillingness to marry later in his life.
I can write more on the book but I think simply quoting some notable parts from chapter 7 will do it more justice:
One evening in the spring of 1905, as we were taking our usual stroll, Adolf gripped my arm and
asked me excitedly what I thought of that slim blonde girl walking along the Landstrasse arm-in-
arm with her mother. "You must know, I'm in love with her," he added resolutely.
I found out that Stefanie's mother was a widow and did, indeed, live in Urfahr, and that a young
man who occasionally accompanied them, to Adolf's great irritation, was her brother, a law
student in Vienna. This information eased Adolf's mind considerably. But from time to time the,
two ladies were to be seen in the company of young officers. Poor, pallid youngsters like Adolf
naturally could not hope to compete with these young lieutenants in their smart uniforms. Adolf
felt this intensely and gave vent to his feelings with eloquence. His anger, in the end, led him into
uncompromising enmity towards the officer class as a whole, and everything military in general.
To be sure, Stefanie had no idea how deeply Adolf was in love with her; she regarded him as a
somewhat shy but, nevertheless, remarkably tenacious and faithful admirer, When she
responded with a smile to his inquiring glance, he was happy, and his mood became unlike
anything I had ever observed in him; everything in the world was good and beautiful and well
ordered, and he was content. When Stefanie, as happened just as often, coldly ignored his gaze,
he was crushed and ready to destroy himself and the whole world.
thought for a long time that Adolf was simply too shy to approach Stefanie. And yet it was not
shyness that held him back. His conception of the relationship between the sexes was already
then so high that the usual way of making the acquaintance of a girl seemed to him undignified.
As he was opposed to flirting in any form, he was convinced that Stefanie had no other desire but
to wait until he should come to ask her to marry him. I did not share this conviction at all; but
Adolf, as was his habit with all problems that agitated him, had already made an elaborate plan.
And this girl, who was a stranger to him and had never exchanged a word with him, succeeded
where his father, the school and even his mother had failed: he drew up an exact program for his
future which would enable him, after four years, to ask for Stefanie's hand.
"All this is no good, Adolf," I replied, "Stefanie is fond of dancing. If you want to conquer her, you
will have to dance around just as aimlessly and idiotically as the others." That was all that was
needed to set him off raving. "No, no, never!" he screamed at me. "I shall never dance! Do you
understand! Stefanie only dances because she is forced to by society on which she unfortunately
depends. Once she is my wife, she won't have the slightest desire to dance!"
To make matters worse, Stefanie was at that time in an unfriendly mood. She would pass the
Schmiedtoreck with her face averted, as though Adolf didn't exist at all. This brought him to the
verge of despair. "I can't stand it any longer!" he exclaimed. "I will make an end of it!"
It was the first and, as far as I know, the last time that Adolf contemplated suicide seriously. He
would jump into the river from the Danube bridge, he told me, and then it would be over and done
with. But Stefanie would have to die with him -- he insisted on that. Once more a plan was
thought up, in all its details. Every single phase of the horrifying tragedy was minutely described,
including the part I would have to play; even my conduct as the sole survivor was ordained. This
sombre scene was with me, even in my dreams.
But the morrow never came, and weeks, months and years passed without his taking any steps
to change this state of affairs which caused him so much unrest. It was natural that Stefanie did
nothing beyond that first phase of exchanging glances. The most Adolf could have expected of
her was the flower thrown at him with a roguish smile in the carefree atmosphere of the Flower
Festival. Besides, any move of hers beyond the rigid limits of convention would have destroyed
the picture of her which Adolf kept in his heart. Perhaps even his strange timidity was prompted
by the fear that any closer acquaintance might destroy this ideal. For to him Stefanie was not only
the incarnation of all womanly virtues, but also the woman who took the greatest interest in all his
wide and varied plans. There was no other person, apart from himself, whom he credited with so
much knowledge and so many interests. The slightest divergence from this picture would have
filled him with unspeakable disappointment.