The sometime poet and critic – more often drunk and embittered – Brian Howard made his feelings quite clear when he wrote to a friend from the Hospiz der Berliner in October 1927: I am very depressed and very lonely. I hate Berlin so much that I am coming home almost immediately. It is unbearably ugly, and quite quite awful … I don’t know where anything is, I have no money and this hotel is appalling … When I arrived they were singing hymns. No one speaks and my smoking is considered an outrage … The Unter den Linden is awful. Everything is noisy, vulgar, overcrowded and commercialised. The
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Criticism of culture and nightlife in Berlin 1927
