Ralf Georg Reuth (trans. from the German by Krishna Winston).
GOEBBELS: The Life of Joseph Goebbels, The Mephistophelean Genius of
Nazi Propaganda.
Constable, #19.95 (pp 472).
FOR Christmas 1942 Hitler presented Goebbels with a Mercedes.
Touchingly, for they remained devoted chums to the end, the vehicle came
complete with some thoughtful accessories. It had armour-plating and
bullet-proofed windows.
Both men had survived assassination attempts, and the war was turning.
Within two months the little propaganda minister would have to put a
heroic slant on the impending defeat at Stalingrad. So, when Goebbels
reciprocated it was with an even more practical Christmas gift under the
circumstances. He sent Hitler 18 Mickey Mouse films.
Since irony seems to have been outside of the vocabulary of Paul
Joseph Goebbels, and God knows his biography is short enough on laughs,
this gesture should be interpreted as reflecting a mutual interest.
Goebbels, after all, once declared himself ''a passionate fan of the
cinematic art'', and he took a personal involvement in the movie
industry of the Third Reich. It produced an output of 1094 films, and
47.8% of them were comedies. The statistic is only marginally funnier
than any of the contents. ''Laugh and be young -- that's us, that's our
motto!'' was the fetching jingle from the film Wir tanzen um die Welt.
It translates, and you can see the playfulness of the joke, ''We Dance
around the World.''
The side career as Reich movie mogul had infinite attractions for
Goebbels. If Goering had a fetish about uniforms and Himmler had a thing
about chickens, the club-footed Goebbels liked film actresses. The basis
of his fascination was ''revenge''. He used a system of blackmail to
lead a succession of them to his ministry casting couches.
His highly public affair with the star Lida Baarova became an
embarrassment. He sent her private signals from the podium when he was
supposed to be haranguing Bolshevism and Alljuda (universal Jewry) at
party rallies. When he tried to introduce Baarova into a menage a trois
with his wife Magda there were complaints to Hitler. The Fuhrer ordered
him to patch up his marriage or resign.
''Uncle Adolf', as the Goebbels children actually called him, had a
bachelor's sentimentality over other people's families. Besides, there
must have been something of a vested interest in five daughters, every
one of whose names began with ''H'' and used the same number of letters
as his own. Helga, Hilde, Holde, Hedda and little Heide. Adolfwas so
fond of them he allowed them to join him in the bunker as the Soviet
troops advanced on Berlin.
The Goebbels parents resisted offers to smuggle the children out to
the West. It was loyalty to the death. Magda administered their cyanide
capsules at the end. She and her husband followed a few days later. The
charred body of Goebbels was identified by the half-bent right leg in a
blackened prosthesis.
The disability is the too easy explanation for Goebbels as the fanatic
who was cheated by life and who found compensation in Nazi ideology. His
virulent anti-Semitism is attributed to rejection of applications, as an
unemployed Ph. D, by Jewish newspaper publishers. But these factors are
trite.
Reuth's biography, drawing for the first time on the full diaries
released after the fall of the Berlin Wall, reveal a man with an almost
total propensity for self-intoxication and a highly immature adulation
complex over Hitler, to whom he continued to cite historical examples of
snatching victory from the jaws of defeat long after the trembling
decrepit had retreated into suicidal gloom. Goebbels created, for
himself as much as for the masses, the psycho-mystic figure of Hitler,
showering him with pseudo-religious deification as the bearer of hope,
the genius with a mission, infallible and mythically elevated.
The depth of Goebbels's misanthropy was as profound as it was genuine.
''Now your little throats are being cut,'' were his final words to his
staff. He had the frenzy of a creature amply acquainted with the
experience of stigmatisation.
He was also a consummate actor who discovered in his own resonant
voice coming out of an emaciated frame his first instrument of power
over people. A gifted speaker with or without a script from the early
1920s onwards, he had an intuitive understanding of how to play on the
insecurities and latent emotions of his audiences. ''I speak. Many weep.
It's a great moment,'' he reported to his diary of a 1931 speech. He
also liked wearing big hats.
He approached propaganda like a theatre director, with tremendous
attention to stage and lighting effects. He planned Nazi rallies,
torchlit processions, demonstrations, and mass spectacles as
''masterpieces''. ''Berlin needs sensations like a fish needs water,''
he observed shortly after taking up his first major post as Nazi
district leader in a city he used as a backdrop for fomenting hatred.
His technical command of propaganda was brilliant. When he flew Hitler
to rallies during the election campaigns of the 1930s the innovation
caused a sensation even in America. He grasped the potential of radio
quickly. Cheap wireless sets were made available to the masses, and they
were nicknamed ''Goebbels Blasters''. He extended the network and
erected Reich loudspeaker columns on streets and squares. He handled the
world press urbanely in the years while Germany was preparing to go to
war, and there was constant surprise that this frothing demagogue could
make such a cultivated and quiet impression at League of Nations
sessions.
Perhaps that was the most frightening thing about Goebbels, because it
is always the most intelligent subscriber to an evil doctrine who
instils the greatest chill. Albert Speer was unnerved by the cool,
analytical manner in which Goebbels could review his own rabid
performances in front of the masses. Reuth's extensive quotations from
the diaries leave the reader searching for something that never
surfaces. There is never even a hint of it. You look for some
self-awareness of hubris, but it is never there. Not even bullet-proof
glass appears to have clouded his mad vision.
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