Life among the Ruins: Cityscape and Sexuality in Cold War Berlin Hardcover – Dec 20 2011
|New from||Used from|
No Kindle device required. Download one of the Free Kindle apps to start reading Kindle books on your smartphone, tablet, and computer.
Getting the download link through email is temporarily not available. Please check back later.
To get the free app, enter your mobile phone number.
"Evans's analysis of the available visual material proves to be innovative and illuminating." - Malte Zierenberg, Humboldt University Berlin, Germany
"Greatly aided by her eloquent storytelling, the book reaches out across disciplines and appeals not only to historians of postwar Germany but also to geographers as well as scholars of film, literature, and gender studies." - Yuliya Komska, Dartmouth College, United States
About the Author
Most Helpful Customer Reviews on Amazon.com (beta)
What is one to do with "purile fetishization," sexualization of the space," "desires of the ruins," "affective register," "commodity fetishism," or "existing social cavities" among the litany of cant with which this book is cobbled together? When Evans writes "burgomeister" (sic) it is obvious that she does not read or speak German. Her grasp of military history begs correction. There was no "armistice" in 1945. Germany surrendered unconditionally. Capitulation without quarter. No less questionable is the pronouncement that "The year 1945 did not herald a radical break from what came before, but 1961 did." The year 1945 broke with the past in Germany (as well as Japan) in the most definitive way imaginable. By comparison, the Communist sealing of East Germany in 1961 is a geo-political footnote.
Here's my experience as a boy among Berlin's ruins: we starved. We were evacuated to places other than Bavaria. In my case it was a children's home in Upper Silesia. At the finale my mother and I walked from the Harz back to Berlin, a journey of about 100 miles. It took us three months. We were always cold. We begged anything the Occupation soldiery would toss our way, especially cigarettes. Merciless competition came from limbless urchins, stumps wrapped in rags, who propelled their little wheeled carts at break-leg speed whenever we pounced on something a soldier had flung our way. We never badgered Russians. The French kicked. Brits had almost as little as we did. We looked for bits of wood and coal.
There were not a quarter million prostitutes trawling for customers. Women in Berlin gave themselves not because of a breakdown of morality but to get something to eat for themselves and their children and their aged parents, and to trap just a moment of warmth and comfort in an icy world. The winter of 1945-1946 was particularly harsh, as was the next winter. In this context, prostitution begs for a much more elastic, softer definition.
I smoked my first cigarette at age six. Most of everything I could cadge from the uniformed lords was brought home. Smoked cigarettes were stripped of their tobacco, re-rolled and traded for food. Hook an American and your mother became the envy of the neighborhood. Mine found a Royal Air Force cook. Jackpot! Night clubs like Resi and Die Badewanne became oases in a grim world, not the sex traps claimed. Some day there may be a comprehensive work that examines with care and sensitivity the Berlin of the Götterdämmerung postwar era. This is not that book.
Look for similar items by category
- Books > Gay & Lesbian > History
- Books > Health, Fitness & Dieting > Psychology & Counseling > Sexuality > Human
- Books > History > Europe > Germany
- Books > History > Gay & Lesbian
- Books > History > Historical Study > Social History
- Books > Politics & Social Sciences > Social Sciences > Sociology > Marriage & Family
- Books > Textbooks > Humanities > History > Europe
- Books > Textbooks > Social Sciences > Psychology
- Books > Textbooks > Social Sciences > Sociology