This is a great story, and it helps that it is told in strong, compelling prose. How much of the credit should go to Walter Brockmann is, of course, impossible to say, just as it is impossible to know how accurate Dore Strauch's recollections of her time in the Galapagos were. She arrived on Floreana in 1929, and left soon after the death of her companion, Dr. Friedrich Ritter, who seems to have succumbed from food poisoning in 1934. In those few short years, they seem to have built an impressive house from scratch, but most of the narrative is concerned with the dynamics of their own relationship, and their contacts with other German settlers who came to the island, ironically, because they'd heard about Strauch and Ritter. Although Strauch attributes their desire to leave Germany to purely personal and philosophical motivations, it is hard not to speculate about their political views. During their time on the island, many people came and went, but 2 groups made a definite attempt to set themselves up permanently: the Wittmer family and a motley crew comprised of a self-styled Baroness von Wagner and her beaus, Lorenz and Philippson, who in fact were also her slaves. The Baroness was an adventuress pure and simple who intended to build an exclusive hotel for rich American yachtsmen. This plan never came to fruition because she disappeared, probably killed by Lorenz, whom she had robbed blind and refused to compensate him enough for him to be able to leave Floreana. At least that's Dore's version of events. I was alerted to this book by a recent documentary which makes the story more mysterious by including the diverging account of Margret Wittmer. I don't understand why this book went out of print for so long given how gripping the material is.