I’m aware this just might be the most controversially titled book I’ve ever read. And this is a dear diary of a review, so bear with me.
As a World War II history buff, it already had my curiosity. As a photographer, it sealed the deal.
Estimates of the number of images Hoffmann personally took of Hitler range up to TWO MILLION. It was certainly the most complete visual record of any influential leader at that time...and absolutely still a staggering number of any person, let alone taken by one photographer. His work comprises most of what we know of Hitler behind the scenes, and is a vital and important body of work—any moral concerns aside.
So I was so curious about this man, their relationship, and the history behind such an incredible feat and relationship. He did in fact have an eye closer to him than almost anyone. So what did he see?
The elephant in the room, is of course—where does the line between an artist and his work begin and end? I wanted to hear from Hoffmann about this.
Pull up a chair, a glass of whiskey and a cigar…because that’s the tone of the book.
The title is really setting the stage. It is not purely for sensationalism. It is a bold statement able to stand on its own merit from many perspectives. Quite simply: Hoffmann was indeed a friend of Hitler, and Hitler held him in the highest esteem. The memoir is not ashamed to say it, or expand on that.
Hoffmann is absolutely unapologetic in his memoir, of not only his own self esteem and pride…but, toward his friend, and how he saw him as a person.
He doesn’t really explain away, justify, or delve into any concerns of the times and horrors of the regime. He speaks plainly and directly of many of the personal moments and interactions with Hitler. There is no real emotional overlay, no remorse or consideration toward any of his political dealings at all, except in the briefest moments that he is happy to brush away as quickly as possible.
His goal of the memoir is clearly to give a human perspective, a friend’s perspective, of the man and his personal life—and he succeeds with that. There’s many facts in the book I never knew of Hitler. I never considered (quite frankly never cared about) his personal life or how he was as a person at all. Now you have a glimpse behind the curtain.
At times, the book is heavy in wording. It’s not written in a modern style, and many of the references were beyond me. I spent a lot of time googling art work, people and places mentioned that are clearly assumed to be known by the author. I would definitely say it’s not written for a casual reader, and familiarity with that time period will really be an advantage to making it through in detail, if you want to fully understand what you’re reading.
There are some interesting bits on photography; Hoffman was a very successful photographer prior to Hitler and has many other interesting stories. But the bulk of the book is absolutely centered on his friendship and interactions with Hitler—clearly a huge and important part of his life.
Does the book add any helpful context? I don’t think there’s a great answer for that. On a certain level, we already know anything we need to know about Hitler. There’s not really any “understanding” him, is there?
And what of the artist? I did not walk away with any additional helpful insights or feelings from the book from him either. I have more questions, more frustrations, and more emotions than when I began.
Yes, I definitely have questions for Hoffmann. And I don’t think he’d ever answer them, even if asked to his face. He had his chance in the book, and avoided them.
The tone of his book is self inflated and self important. He speaks of himself as cultured and sophisticated and among the most privileged of humans during this exciting time in history. Certainly, it makes sense he would be a friend of Hitler.
But what did I actually expect? Some sort of understanding or closure for all that happened? I’m biased, of course. The book couldn’t challenge or push me beyond that bias.
Over and over again, I had to remind myself that wasn’t exactly why I was reading it. I couldn’t actually solve any puzzles here or make any of it make sense. It’s simply vitally important historical record of a personal nature of one of the world’s most evil men from his personal photographer. It has been one of the sources of what is shared in history books about it. I was just taking a moment for revisiting that primary source.
For all the complications on the topic, it is well written for its time. It is interesting. It is full of factoids, tidbits and historical record. I won’t give it five stars, purely out of spite, but for historians, I guess I would assume it could be considered a classic in this time period.
There are two separate introductions to the book. Please read both, even if you do not usually read them. They’re important context and set you in the frame of mind.
I will leave you with one spoiler, if you could call it that.
The last sentence of the book is self praise for the fact he had the honor of documenting history. He names himself one last time, just in case you want to forget.
Imagine being so close to evil, taking millions of photos of it, and calling it your friend. Hoffmann did.