Sam Leith
Memory Is the Key
As a literary editor, I often find myself staring in despair at the latest pile of books silting the shelves of my newspaper’s cupboard and wondering: will there ever come a time when people get fed up with writing books about the bloody Nazis? Not a week of the year seems to pass without one: another historian picking over the bones of the regime in the hope of finding a microscopic scrap of factual meat neglected by other scholars; or, more ambitiously (and questionably), another novelist seeking either to inhabit and explain atrocity or to borrow its gravity.
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