I'm not sure why, but I very seldom come across WW2 novels. This is a rather interesting plot for the telling of the slow motion horror of being a German soldier on the eastern front and a woman in Berlin. Peter and Katherina marry in the fall of 1941 through the Marriage Bureau, he to get some time off and she to get a shot at a widow's pension. To their surprise, they like each other and fall in love. After their very brief honeymoon, he heads back east and their lives head their separate ways. She has a child and lives well in mid-war Berlin, for her father is friends with a man in power and they find themselves in a fabulous apartment, recently vacated by Jews. Her belief in the system doesn't appear to be too sincere; she is just someone going with the flow. He despises the war and winds up caught in the maw of Stalingrad, where he crosses the Volga to surrender. Peter somehow survives, and eight years after the war ends, returns to Berlin. Katherina was one of the millions raped and is raising her half-Russian son, her own son having died earlier. He cannot accept the prospect of raising the bastard and leaves for anywhere where there aren't Russians. All in all, this is a first-class effort and one that conveys the brutality of lives torn asunder seventy years ago in central Europe.
I wonder if there are not that many novels of the war or if, as a reasonably well-read student of the war, I am immune to novelizations of the times. After all, no novel can provide greater detail or insight into the incredibly well-documented hell that was the world of this war.
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