Martin Pollack must be a very nice man. But nice men can’t write good books, especially about Nazism. To write a good book you must be prepared to lose everything – family, friends, even yourself – for the sake of your readers. The Dead Man in the Bunker sacrifices its readers for Pollack’s family instead. It doesn’t discover his father, as it promises, or anyone else either. It will tell us a few things we didn’t know about the historical background, for example what fertile ground for Hitler some of Austria was. But that’s about all.

Mar 2006

Hidden Treasure

A Committed Poet

She Wore A Yellow Nightie

Hard to Satisfy

Pomp Prodigy

Home Is Where the Danger Is

Rock Star

Brief Encounters

Not Even the Horse Was Normal

O Unlucky Man

The Soloist’s Story

In Defense of Literary Biography

To the Brink of Silence

Writing to Fill the Silence

Love & Art

Dark Nights of the Soul

Men & Women in Dark Times

At The Mind’s Limits

Age-Banding Biography

The Horror

The Dying Light

Messner’s Wrath

Saeva Indignato

Reich Rebel

Cool Clear Burn

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