Friday, May 31, 2024

Eric Lichtblau | The Nazi Next Door: How America Became a Safe Haven for Hitler's Men / 2014

neighborly monsters

by Douglas Messerli

 

Eric Lichtblau The Nazi Next Door: How America Became a Safe Haven for Hitler’s Men (Boston: Houghton Mifflin Harcourt, 2014)

 

As I mention at the end of my essay on Gertrude Stein’s Brewsie and Willie, my father fought in World War II as a bomber, proudly feeling afterwards that he had battled to save the Jews—even if, if fact, by the time he bombed Frankfurt most of the German Jews had been sent away to camps or forced to attempt escape into other countries. My father remained committed to that belief throughout his life, never permitting my German-born, uneducated farmer grandfather, my mother’s father, to speak his anti-Semitic observations; every time we visited the basically kindly man, when he said something about “the Jews,” my parents booth quickly stood and hurried my brother, sister, and I off to the car for the return home. Since we visited my grandfather, Tobe Caspers, regularly at Easter, I believe these painful experiences made that holiday my least favorite of the year.

 

     Despite father’s and mother’s strong-minded commitments—of which I am proud and which, I am sure helped to make me such a fervent spokesman against anti-Semitic sentiments and behavior—my father was basically a naïve man, a true innocent in many respects, even though as an educator he was seen as a community leader. Like so many others of the period, he believed in what the government and newspapers espousing government viewpoints said without question.

     When I was in Junior High School, for example, he strongly encouraged me write an essay on that year’s declared topic, “Space, Man’s New Frontier,” and helped me, if I remember correctly, on the research, making certain that I properly  expressed praise for the “great” space architect, Dr. Werner von Braun, who, having worked on the German rockets V-2 in World War II, had helped the U.S. create the Saturn-V. President Dwight D. Eisenhower and Allen Dulles, then director of the Central Intelligence Agency had, after all, been instrumental in bringing van Braun and several other German scientists, through Operation Paperclip, to the US after the War, and continued to award and praise these individuals for decades after for their service to the Cold War battles with Russia.

     My father never suspected, I am certain, the truth: that Braun had had knowledge of and was likely personally involved in activities in Mittelbau-Dora, the German base and concentration camp where Polish, Russian, and some French slave laborers were forced to create the rockets, while being fed little and killed on a regular basis, only to be replaced with others. Many were hung in the tunnels of the rocket camp itself, particularly if they were seen as slacking off or challenging their torturous tasks.


     I won that Junior High School speech contest, and am now quite embarrassed by my own innocent praise of the former Nazi’s contributions. As writer Eric Lichtblau makes clear in his new study, The Nazis Next Door, more than 10,000 Nazi’s—many of them brutal murderers during the War—were permitted and in many cases even encouraged by the CIA, FBI, and other government agencies to seek asylum after the War in the US. By the time enough people began to realize these facts, von Braun had died; while underlings in the Huntsville, Alabama space program such as Arthur Rudolph, who was admittedly (and implacably) involved in the hellish concentration camp activities, and the so-called “father of space medicine,” and Dr. Hubertus Strughold, who had medically experimented on prisoners at Dachau, were finally brought to trial. Rudolph remained unrepentant, even trying to slip back into the US through Canada, and Strughold died before he could be deported.

      There have now been several books of this sad series of episodes in American history, including Richard Rashke’s 2013 book Useful Enemies and Annie Jacobsen’s Operation Paperclip. But what Pulitzer-Prize winning author Lichtblau reveals is just how determined the spying agencies (with figures like Dulles, Bush, and, obviously J. Edgar Hoover) and, under President Reagan, even the office the President itself, through opinions voiced by Pat Buchanan and others like him, were to help and avoid any prosecution of the Nazi monsters in our midst.

    By this time, whistler-blowers such as the outspoken left-wing journalist, Chuck Allen, Congresswoman Elizabeth Holtzman, and Howard Blum, whose work Wanted!: The Search for Nazis in America was perhaps the most nuanced study of former Nazis in the USA of its day, had gained enough attention to even occasion a PBS television segment, hosted by Robert MacNeil and Jim Lehrer, on the former CIA spy and then Passaic County chief purchasing officer, Tom Soobzokov. Soobzokov, one of the most contentious of the ex-Nazis continued throughout his life to insist upon his innocence, often suing and threatening those who dared to suggest that he was a second lieutenant in the Waffen SS, often described as “the second Eichmann,” who helped in the execution of several hundred Russians during the War. With help from his former CIA connections and his own supportive immigrant community, Soobzokov was found not-guilty by a technicality: he had made known his past to the CIA and other organizations and they had still hired him and helped to gain citizenship. Later, Allen was arrested for and briefly imprisoned for even writing about Soobzokov, while the Nazi he had exposed remained free.


      Soobzokov continued to live in William Carlos Williams’ hometown of Patterson, New Jersey until a radical Nazi hunter (perhaps related to the Jewish Defense League) exploded a bomb on his front porch. That event, in itself, caused further calls to halt what by that time had finally become an organized government response, headed by Eli Rosenbaum and Tony DeVito, of the Justice Department in hunting down the remaining Nazis. 

     While the organization was able to force the deportation of people such as Rudolph, they also met with continued resistance by other governmental agencies which refused to release records and actually worked with the accused in staging cover-ups. The Justice Department, however, did themselves the most harm by falsely accusing John Demjanjuk, a retired Ohio auto worker of being the brutal Treblink guard, Ivan the Terrible. Demjanjuk, it was later discovered was, in fact, a much lesser guard at another camp, Sobibor, and died in a nursing home still protesting his innocence.




      Several Alabama scientists, still outraged over the trials of Rudolph and Stughold, banded together in anger over the Justice Department division; immigrant communities stood in firm opposition to the agency’s attacks on elderly men whom they perceived as important community members; many of those who testified against the ex-Nazis were growing so old that they memories were waning; and CIA, FBI, and other offices remained strapped in the Cold War ethics, convinced that in order to defeat the Russians, it was important to make pacts, as Dulles had argued, even with the devil. None of these individuals, agencies, and communities seemed to be able reflect upon the issue of their own morality in supporting Nazis such as Soobzokov, Rudolph, Klaus Barbie, Otto von Bolschwing (a close ally of Eichmann) or Nazi General Karl Wolff (a close associate of Himmler), while permitting to achieve success and, quite often, financial security in the U.S., after having helped to murder millions of Jews, Roma, Poles, Russians, gays, and other peoples in Europe. 

      As Litchblau ponders, early in his book how could it happen that as the Nazis fled, their victims were often “left to languish,” that although thousands of the worst criminals in history were able to obtain American citizenship, as many homeless and tortured Jews were barred from our borders? The elephant in the room, quite obviously, is the fact that many of our leaders were perfectly willing to sleep with the enemy, and were likely as equally anti-Semitic as the Germans the Allies had just defeated. It is so terribly painful as an American to recall, as Lichtblau does early in this book, that Bess Truman, wife of President Truman, “did not welcome Jews in her home, and that the President himself privately referred to Jews and “Kikes” and “Jew Boys,” that the lionized General George S. Patton, as he and his men were discovering in the Nazi death camps, held “Jews in utter contempt.” Writing Truman, “Old Blood and Guts,” laid bare his rabid anti-Semitism, complaining of how the “the Jews in one DP camp, with “no sense of human relationships,” “would defecate on the floors and live in filth like lazy ‘locusts.’”

 

                  We entered the synagogue (on Yom Kippur) which was packed with

                  the greatest sticking mass of humanity I have ever seen.”

 

      As late as 1987, Pat Buchanan, Ed Meese and other government officials were attempting to countermand another American Nazi, Karl Linnas’ deportation to Russia by sneaking him—without even discussing it with the Justice Department prosecutor Neal Sher—to Panama, where Sher might imagine Linnas “relaxing under the palm trees on the beaches…living out his days as some sort of bon vivant in exile.” The end-run deportation was thwarted by Shear and Holtzman who, visiting the Panamanian embassy, quickly detailed the ex-Nazi’s criminal background.



     Rounding up the Nazis was clearly a near impossible task in a country where they had been so readily welcomed.

     My father, had ever read of these facts, could never have believed them. What had his actions of War-time service meant if they had had so little effect? Fortunately, brave journalists such as Litchblau, Richard Rashke, Annie Jacobsen, Howard Blum, and Chuck Allen before him continue to speak the truth so that we might finally comprehend our complicity.

      Just a few weeks before I wrote this review (May 31, 2015), Lichtblau reported in The New York Times that “The American government paid $20.2 million in Social Security benefits to more than 130 United States residents linked to Nazi atrocities over the course of more than a half-century, with some of the payments made as recently as this year….” Finally, it appears, such payments have stopped and most of the Nazis have passed away. Perhaps it should not surprise us, in hindsight, that numerous American leaders had learned little in their countrymen’s struggle to wipe out such racist hate, but certainly it continues to sicken and shock most of us.

 

Los Angeles, June 17, 2015

Reprinted from Green Integer Blog (June 2015).

Thursday, May 30, 2024

Aksel Sandemose | The Werewolf / 1966, reprinted 2002

the melancholics and the missing bucket

by Douglas Messerli

 

Aksel Sandemose Varulven (Oslo: H. Aschehoug & Co., 1958), translated from the Norwegian by Gustaf Lannestock as The Werewolf (Madison: University of Wisconsin Press, 1966; reprinted 2002)

 

I first purchased a cloth copy of Sandemose's The Werewolf during my sophomore year at the University of Wisconsin, one year after the publication of the translation into English. The book sat unread on my shelves as a desired but foreboding object (the book is 375 pages long in a 6 x 9 format) for 35 years until this year, when Wisconsin reissued it in a paperback edition. In many respects, it was fortunate that I did not attempt to read it at the age of 19. I would not have understood it, and probably would have grown impatient with its rambling, dissociative structure. Even today, as an admitted admirer of fictional genres that lie outside of the more normative psychological novel, I was annoyed, at times, by its seeming lack of narrative continuity—at least until I recognized it as a kind of encyclopedic work that was attempting to reveal Norwegian culture from the 1930s until the date of its publication, 1958. And even then there were numerous times when Sandemose's long journeys into metaphoric ideation—the figure of the werewolf as a being who must have control over others is, quite obviously, at the center of this fiction—bothered and, at times, even confused me.

 


     The story, such as it is, is a fairly simple love story between Erling Vik and Felicia Ormsund, who meet and then—for a number of reasons, including World War II and their participation in the underground—go their various ways before meeting up again. Meanwhile, Felicia encounters and marries Jan Venhaug, but with Jan's tacit approval returns to a sexual relationship with Erling. The three, accordingly, live in an unconventional triangular relationship, all having, as Erling describes it, faced down and won out over the werewolf, permitting each other to live as free and distinct individuals.

      This simple love story, however, is merely one ingredient in a stew of dozens of characters that include Erling's former lovers and wife, his illegitimate daughter, Julie (who has been invited to live at Venhaug), brothers, strangers, and war-time heroes and traitors. Not only does Sandemose attempt to capture the whole of Norwegian culture during these years, but he explores, through his major figures, particularly Erling and Jan, some basic dichotomies in the Norwegian psyche.

      From my outsider's point of view, I have come to see two elements of the Norwegian sensibility, elements that are seemingly opposed, but which are perhaps only two sides to a single entity. Because of the differences in Norway's rulers before its independence, Sweden and Denmark, Norwegians are often represented in literature in two different ways, both presented in Sandemose's work: the melancholiac and the devilish imp, Brand and Per Gynt. One might attribute these differences to the dour Swedish questioning of the meaning of life, which Americans know best through filmmaker Ingmar Bergman, and the Danish comedic vision, recognized by Americans in Hans Christian Andersen, the Norwegian-born Dane Ludvig Holberg, or Norway's own storytellers Asbjørnson and Moe. In Sandemose's work the darker, werewolf-vision of Norwegian society might be said to be best expressed in the problem plays of Ibsen as opposed to Holberg or Norwegian writer Knut Hamsun. Sandemose's novel nods to both Holberg and Hamsun several times, Erling quoting from Holberg and described as living a life as a young man in Oslo that recalls Hamsun's novel Hunger. In another instance, Erling has an affair with his landlady, Master-Mason Pedersen's wife, Hamsun's birth name. Many of Erling's legendary experiences, particularly his sexual adventures with a young girl trapped in a huge pot and his story about a bucket he has purchased that suddenly vanishes into thin air, remind one of early Hamsun, Per Gynt, and other magical Norwegian tales.

     Jan, on the other hand, a man of ideas and great practicality, is much closer to a character out of Ibsen's social dramas, Sigurd Hoel's great war-time novel Meeting at the Milestone, or the intense social encounters of the novels of Jens Bjørneboe. In short, Jan provides Felicia with a house, food, and gentle love, as opposed to the often uncontrollable urges for sex and alcohol that face Erling. Yet, quite obviously, Erling is the more exciting, and in that sense, more beloved by the whole family and most envied by those outside of Venhaug.

     It is clear that Felicia, the strong heroine of this book, must have both in order to survive and, as the work suggests at its end, such bi-lateral love is necessary in order to become part of the Norwegian myth represented in its enduring histories and sagas. But it is that very pull between these two—the inability of the average man or woman to live up to either of these ideals—that often tears the society apart, allowing the werewolf entry into the heart, and ultimately it is that failure that revenges itself on the woman both men love.

     What Sandemose most clearly reveals in this remarkable encyclopedia of mid-20th century Norwegian affairs is that World War II served almost as a crucible for Norwegian culture, asking its citizens to accept these extremes of identity or stand meekly in the middle awaiting the bite of the beast. The obvious answer is, like Erling's brother Gustav, too many hunkered down in terror, nearly allowing the nation to be swallowed up in hate.

     At fiction's end, Erling finally joins Jan and his daughter Julie—the new mistress of Venhaug—in making history, in determining their own fates.

 

Los Angeles, November 18, 2002

Reprinted from Green Integer Blog (December 2008).

Gertrude Stein | Mrs. Reynolds / 1995

a fiction requiring history and faith

by Douglas Messerli

 

Gertrude Stein Mrs. Reynolds (Los Angeles: Sun & Moon Press, 1995)

 

 Recently rereading Gertrude Stein’s wartime novel, Mrs. Reynolds, I once again took joy in having reprinted this book (from the Yale edition of her works left unpublished at the time of her death) on my Sun & Moon Press imprint in 1988 and again in 1995. It was the very first volume in my ongoing Sun & Moon Classics series, with more than 150 volumes published before the press ceased publishing around 2000.

 


    In my now third reading, I perceived, even more emphatically, not only how mistaken had been claims by Janet Malcolm, Barbara Will and others describing Gertrude Stein and Alice Toklas as collaborators with the Nazis during World War II, but realized that these Stein detractors had clearly not bothered to carefully read or attempted to comprehend Stein’s serious war writings, of which Mrs. Reynolds stands at the center. 

     Mrs. Reynolds, the “heroine” of the novel is indeed a very plain but pretty woman, like the figure in the Matisse painting from which I had stolen for my cover design,* a woman who loves flowers for what they are as opposed to what they might symbolize or represent: “Mrs. Reynolds liked roses to be roses. This is the way she felt about roses.” The character, in fact, is a very practical woman, who “had never been unwell,” a woman who may cry, but does not—at least at first in this fiction—hint at or outwardly demonstrate something hidden within; “Mrs. Reynolds never sighed.” Things, Stein suggests, are what they appear to be in this work: “[Mrs. Reynolds’ husband] was a nice man he looked nice and he was nice.”  “Mrs. Reynolds was quiet and easy, when she said, well, she meant well. She did” (Mrs. Reynolds, p. 9).

     But from the very beginning of the fiction, Stein also warns us to be careful upon what we focus. Although the language and events of this book may be very straight-forward, almost transparent, the real concerns of both the character Mrs. Reynolds and the fiction in which she appears relate to something far more abstract. “Mrs. Reynolds is not all about roses, it is more about Tuesdays than about roses” (9). The way the work functions, so Stein straight-forwardly states, is more about dates, the days of the week and, as we shall soon see, the years of events, than it is about Mrs. and Mrs. Reynolds’ domestic life.

       “Tuesday was when Mrs. Reynolds was born.” More importantly, Stein continues, Tuesday “was the day they made peace from war and that was the day they made war from peace.”** And already in the few first paragraphs Stein briefly shifts attention from her comments about the book’s central character to memories of World War I, speaking of Mrs. Reynolds’ nephew and his friend, who together “went to be soldiers and they were both killed by a bomb on the same day.” (10). The intelligent reader perceives, in another words, that although a great part of this fiction might be superficially concerned with talk about “bread in soup,” “eggs and butter,” and “guinea hens and geese” (10), the book’s true subject is a far more profound one.

       The next few pages, devoted to the process of the young baby growing up to become Mrs. Reynolds, may seem, like almost anyone’s adolescence, to be very uneventful, with the major subjects being things such as strawberries, box-hedges, and the girl’s youthful friendships—innocuous events that might even lull the reader into the belief that Stein’s fiction will be a strange kind of biographical telling of her heroine, a kind of Bildungsroman. Already by page 20, however, when Mrs. Reynolds turns 22, she suddenly begins to notice the clouds in the sky:

 

            Then the clouds began to come that is she began to see the clouds there

            were in the sky, rosy clouds and dark clouds and white clouds and silver

            clouds. Whichever clouds there were, she noticed them and she looked

            at them.

 

The discussion of clouds continues for two more pages until Mrs. Reynolds finally becomes Mrs. Reynolds at the age of 23: “And now Mrs. Reynolds was twenty-three and this year she was to be Mrs. Reynolds.” Events, accordingly, are linked up with the years of being, and the years of being are associated with larger events in the world.

      Mrs. Reynolds coming of age also hints at another major structural element of the book, that of predictions and foretellings. The first prediction of this tale, very much centered around one major prophesy, that of Saint Odile, is uttered by a distant cousin’s brother’s son when the future Mrs. Reynolds is just seventeen, predicting that at the age of 23 she will become Mrs. Reynolds. And indeed, through the machinations of another couple, Epie and Leonardo, the young heroine is introduced to her future husband. The same morning Mrs. Reynolds dreams that “there were five artichokes blooming in the garden,” a reference, possibly, to James Joyce’s Ulysses, where Bloom recounts his memory of the evening in Matt Dillon’s garden with Dillon’s bevy of six daughters (Tiny, Atty, Floey, Maimy, Lou, Hetty) who with the seventh, Molly, create a kind of floral landscape: “Open like flowers, know their hours, sunflowers, Jerusalem artichokes. In ballrooms, chandeliers, avenues under the lamps.”*** Just as this passage calls up Bloom’s marriage to Molly, so does it in Stein’s work presage the young 23-year old girl’s encountering of her life-time companion, Mr. Reynolds.

     Mr. Reynolds has also been affected by war; “He had lost two brothers in the war. …Very much later and in another war [presumably the war of which Stein’s fiction is concerned] he lost his only nephew.”

     Over the next few pages Stein recounts the marriage and the relatives that attend the ceremony; but suddenly, with the introduction of Mr. Reynolds’ younger brother William, who lives next door with his wife, Hope, everything changes. For William, quite obviously a very different kind of man than his elder brother, has two friends who quickly become the foreboding figures who consume the days and nights of Mr. and Mrs. Reynolds’ life.

 

                 The parents of the wife [Hope] sometimes came and stayed with them

                 [William and his wife] but mostly they had other kinds of people with

                 them.

                     The ones they knew best were two men.

                     The one was Angel Harper. He became very well-known but they [Mr.

                 and Mrs. Reynolds] did not know him any more then.

                     The other was older he was Joseph Lane. He had bushy eyebrows and

                 was older than any of them and it did not make any difference to him

                 how young he was or how old he was. (24)

 

     Stein goes out of her way to dissociate the central couple of her story from William and Hope, describing William as a man who stays in bed “when anything happens, which did happen very much that winter.” Although Hope, a teacher, does go out and even encounters others, she too has very little to do with Mrs. Reynolds and her husband. Stein goes even further in insisting upon the dissociation of the two families:

 

                 She [Mrs. Reynolds] and her sister-in-law were neighbors but it would

                 not be very likely that they would be either going out or coming in at

                 the same time.

                     Anyway neither the brothers nor the sisters-in-law met, they really

                 never met.

 

     Why, one might well ask, does Stein make it so evident that Mrs. Reynolds has no relationship with her in-laws and, as she later reports several times, never met either Angel Harper or Joseph Lane? Even more importantly, why does she associate these two figures—whom readers quickly discern represent Adolph Hitler and Joseph Stalin (only four pages later Stein writes “Angel Harper later was a dictator.”)—with a relative of Mr. and Mrs. Reynolds?

 

     As the fiction progresses, the reader naturally associates Mrs. Reynolds more and more with Stein herself. As Steven Gould Axelrod acutely notes in his intelligent essay on the fiction, “Mrs. Reynolds: Stein’s Anti-Nazi Novel,” “the novel reflects the perspective of a woman whose experiences closely resemble Stein’s own. Held hostage in Vichy, France, she is frightened for her life, horrified by the violence occurring around her, and clear in her loathing for Hitler”  (essay read in manuscript). 

     Even in these few early pages, Stein has associated Mrs. Reynolds—through the character’s desire for “roses to be roses”—with Stein’s own famed maxim, “Rose is a rose is a rose is a rose,” from 1913, later restated as “A rose is a rose is a rose,” her version of Williams’ later, 1927 dictum, “No ideas but in things.”  And. if Mrs. Reynolds’ dream is actually a reference to Joyce, she has connected her heroine with the Jewish figure of Leopold Bloom, aligning her character to her own religious beliefs. As the work moves forward, moreover, we cannot help but feel this woman, walking the streets of a small, provincial French village, where she regularly speaks with the inhabitants, is extremely similar to the Stein we come to know in Bilignin as described in her Paris France.

     Recognizing that some of those neighbors, even somewhat distant friends such as Stein’s admirer and, some argue, protector, Bernard Faÿ, may be Nazi-sympathizers, Stein goes out of her way to dissociate herself from them, insisting not only that Mrs. Reynolds has never meet Angel Harper (that she had no knowledge of him and his ideas), but that she does not engage with those who do know of him, refusing to consort even with her brother and sister in-law.

     What gradually becomes apparent is that Stein’s choice of the word “knowing” with regard to Angel Harper and Joseph Lane, does not necessarily indicate that her brother and others are actual “acquaintances” with those dictators, but rather hints that the gerund is a code word implying that those with such “knowledge” are sympathizers or supporters of Hitler or Stalin—just as one, so I have read, might identify oneself as an alcoholic attending AA meetings by inquiring of another, “Do you know Bill?” (William Griffith Wilson being the founder of that organization). With that word, Stein makes it clear that Mrs. and Mr. Reynolds are utterly opposed to those who are “in the know.”

     Soon after his early friendship with William, Angel Harper leaves: “he went away and they never saw him again” (37). But William Reynolds and his wife Hope continue to be tainted by their former relationship to him. Later, he and his wife are visited by a couple, Mr. and Mrs. Madden-Henry, obviously a British pair who are admirers of Angel Harper: “Mr. and Mrs. Madden-Henry admired Angel Harper because he never coughed.” (96) Hope also expresses her admiration of Harper, in a strange way, by suggesting the dual meaning of the word “bat”: “Bat is a word that has two meanings, one that flies by night and one that hits a ball.”

     Possibly in this passage Stein is simply satirizing the situation by playing with the satirical notion, held by many and particularly apparent in Chaplin’s 1940 film The Great Dictator, that Hitler’s rants often sounded very much like coughing fits; his name in the film, Adenoid Hynkel, reiterates that fact. Not only is Harper a “bat,” a frightening, vampire-like figure, but like the little tramp in The Great Dictator, “hits” the ball, which Chaplin represents in the form of a giant globe of the world, around the room.****

     Others, such as Mrs. Coates, immediately begin to think very badly about the Madden-Henrys, and, more importantly, Mrs. Reynolds—who has already prophesized that Angel Harper would be drowned (“She never knew Angel Harper which was just as well because she would have said of him that he would be drowned dead….”) (62)—a short while later tells her husband that she “really never wanted to see or hear William again” (138). Soon after William and Hope, thankfully, move away.    

      If Mrs. Reynolds and most of her neighbors at first know little about Angel Harper, once his name is invoked, the fiction is soon overwhelmed with mentions of him and, to a far lesser degree, of Joseph Lane. After the early naming of Harper, his moniker crops up throughout the rest of the fiction on nearly every page and, at times, in nearly every paragraph. In short, as Stein notes, even if Mrs. Reynolds and most of the others in her village had never “known” him before he “went away,” it hardly matters: “…Ten years after, it made no difference, because everybody knew about him and might he might be afraid enough” (37-38).

     The fiction itself becomes, just as Angel Harper is described, more and more gloomy. A hoot-owl hoots “terrifically” (38), the winters seem colder, it rains for “twenty-eight days in the daytime and in the evening and at night….” (81). The link between these events and Hitler are made quite clear, as in the very next paragraph Stein repeats: “By this time Angel Harper was very well known, so well known that everybody knew about him.” 

     Already by page 50, the woman who began the work as one who “never sighed,” begins to sigh quite often, an act in which she continues to engage throughout most of the rest of the fiction.

      Gradually, perhaps in imitation of Hitler’s autobiographical Mein Kampf, we begin to get glimpses of Angel Harper as a child, a young boy, and a teenager:

 

               When Angel Harper was a little boy he did not drill other little boys

               and make them march. Some do. He did not. He sat and when he sat,

               he sat. Enough said.

               ….

               He talked to himself and he said, all the same. And when he said all the

               same he meant it. (68)

 

Although these brief memories have no common thread, they generally show Angel Harper at a distance from others and removed from the rest of world events. He often acts alone, watching, focusing on his own inner thoughts. Many of them show a person not knowing how to relate to others around him:

 

               Angel Harper was bitter he was where he was and he was bitter, he

               ate what he ate and he was bitter, nobody saw him just then and he

               was bitter and little by little it was as much worse and he was bitter.

               (90)

 

This passage, in particular, reminds one of Hitler’s anger with his father who stood against his desire to become an artist, described in Mein Kampf.

     As Axelrod makes clear in his essay, Mrs. Reynolds not only recognizes Angel Harper as evil (“Angel Harper is annoysome, he is dangerous, he is painful, he is owned and is annoysome…”), but she would have him dead: “And I would be pleased if they killed him (98).” Mrs. Reynolds truly wishes that he might become an “angel harper,” a dead man harping in some vague depiction of an afterlife. In this case, as Axelrod has argued, I think we have to think of the “angel” as a fallen one, as a satanic force rather than a creature of paradise.

     As the wartime situation grows in its horrors, Mrs. Reynolds becomes more and more sad (282). She has bad dreams and fears for the future. What begins as a wish for Angel’s death is transformed into hate: “If I knew about him I would hate him, and I do know about him and I do hate him” (298).

     Before long what began as descriptions of simple feelings, emotional responses to Angel Harper that alternate with the very ordinary and uneventful days of Mr. and Mrs. Reynolds—as they rise each morning, leave the house for periods of time, eat dinner, and, ritualistically, go back to bed—begin to be overshadowed by longer units of time which designate the years of the dictator’s life.

     This begins with a brief mention of Harper/Hitler being thirty-eight (“Angel Harper was now thirty-eight and it was not at all too late” (108). And in the next line Stein warns the reader to pay attention: “Listen here,” she insists. Something is about the change, she hints, as if warning us that a new element of narrative structure is about to be introduced.

     On the very next page (109), Angel Harper is described as being forty-three. A couple of pages later he becomes forty-four, an aging process upon which Stein continues to focus until the end of her work. Narrative time in Mrs. Reynolds shifts as the Hitler figure grows older. The numerous figures of the earlier pages begin to disappear; life becomes more difficult as people aimlessly pass by the Reynolds’ window. Food becomes scarce. The small daily events that were so crucial to the narrative pattern of the fiction, become more and more vague as Mrs. Reynolds increasingly fears to even leave the house.

     To understand this shift, I argue, one has to further make sense of Mrs. Reynolds’ increasing fixation with Angel Harper’s age, particularly since, we quickly perceive, more and more pages are devoted to each passing year. Stein hints at the key to comprehending this shift by noting that in the year 1942 one naturally thinks of Columbus’ voyage of 1492, a voyage which her husband links to wider world events that embrace even the distant USA:

 

                        Mr. Reynolds came in, he did not meditate but he told Mrs.

                        Reynolds what every one said. They said that suddenly in

                        September 1940 the United States of America instead of being

                        a big flat land illimitably flat, the land against which Christopher

                        Columbus bumped himself in 1492 became a part of the round

                        world that goes around and around.*****

 

     In another words, through the Columbus simile, the reader is asked to see the very flat world, where hardly anything happens, as a multi-dimensional reality, as a world in real time and space; the sympathetic reader is asked to infuse the flat narrative of Stein’s Mrs. Reynolds with events in the real world to make sense of the emotional responses of Mrs. Reynolds and others described in the book in order to make it, too, part of the “round world that goes around and around.” If, as Stein claims in her final “Epilogue,” “There is nothing historical about this book except the state of mind,” she asks that the reader bring with him that “state of mind,” that he impose historicity upon her flat fiction to comprehend the significance of the author’s and characters’ observations.

     When Angel Harper/Hitler becomes 44, for example, the year would have been (given Hitler’s birth year of 1889) 1933, an important year for Hitler: in that year he was named Chancellor of the Reich, which, in turn, allowed him to gain control over the German police. On February 27 that same year, The Reichstag was set afire, which, with Hindenberg’s support, led to the suspension of basic rights and permitted detention without trial. In March of that year, Hitler’s German National People’s Party acquired the largest number of seats in parliament, and. along with the “Enabling Act,” transformed Hitler’s government into a legal dictatorship.

     An even longer chapter is devoted to Angel Harper at age forty-six (128), Hitler’s 1935, the year the people of the Saarland voted to unite with Germany and its Fürher expanded the Wehrmacht; relationships between Jews and Aryans were outlawed. At forty-seven (133), Hitler reoccupied the Saarland, breaking the Versailles Treaty of World War I. He sent troops to Spain to support General Franco.

     As the situation becomes worse and worse, as I said, more and more time is given over to each year of Angel Harper’s life. Quite clearly, Stein is paralleling her character’s increasing fears with the flurry of events surrounding Hitler and his Third Reich. By the time he becomes fifty-one (1940), the year Germany attacked France, conquered Luxembourg, Netherlands, and Belgium, nearly everything in Mrs. Reynolds life has stopped:

 

                       …in every way it was a day in which Angel Harper was more

                       fifty-one than he had been then it was time that trains stopped

                       puffing and that chairs were not there to sit in and that hens

                       stopped laying eggs and when cows saw snow it excited them

                       and they jumped around and perhaps some of them broke their

                       leg. Angel Harper was fifty-on and there was no longing no

                       longing for anything.

 

The world in motion has become almost dead, a world of stasis.

      Contrary to the forces of Angel Harper, however, are two major dynamisms. The first is the vague and distant (he is after all, as Mrs. Reynolds notes, “a foreigner”) presence of Joseph Lane. As Axelrod has observed, if one supposed, given Stein’s “sometimes conservative personal politics,” Stein might focus on Lane/Stalin’s evil capacities, through the persona Mrs. Reynolds she surprisingly sees him to be in opposition to Harper, arguing at one point, “It is very nice and quiet of him to go on…and Mrs. Reynolds gave a sigh of relief” (237)—passages, which Axelrod points out, clearly “refer to Soviet successes on the eastern front beginning in late 1941.”

     The second opposing force to Harper/Hitler comes from Mrs. Reynolds’ belief in predictions and prophesies, in particular the somewhat surprising prognostication of the seventh century Saint Odile. It is clear that, as she says of her heroine, Stein was not so interested in the Catholic convictions of Saint Odile and others, but found their holiness to lie in their faith expressed through their visions of the future, their commitment to the future through the evidence of their predictions:

 

                      To prophesy for years is more difficult than to prophesy for months.

                      This is perfectly well known. She said spiders can exaggerate but

                      months and days. She was fairly fortunate because after all prophecies

                      do come true yes they do.

 

As world events grow more and more dire throughout the book, the years of Harper’s life growing into longer and longer events outweighing the daily comings and goings of the Reynolds, that figure’s belief in the saint’s seventh-century prediction permits her to grow stronger in the face of current events.

 

                      Saint Odile had said, listen to me my brother, I have seen the terror

                      in forests and mountains where the Germans shall be called the most

                      war-like people of the earth.

                          It will happen that the time will come when a war the most terrible

                      war in the world will happen and mothers will weep for their children

                      and will not be consoled.

                         From the Danube the war will commence and will be a horrible war

                      on earth, on the sea and even in the air, and warriors will rise in the

                      air to seize stars to throw them down upon cities and make them the

                      cities burst into flames.

 


   The patron saint of the blind, Odile of Alsace was born (c. 662-c.730) at Monte Sainte-Odile. Born blind, she was rejected by her father Etichon and sent away from her family’s wealthy home to be raised in Burgundy by peasants. At a nearby monastery, an angel appeared to her, baptizing her Odile, whereupon she recovered her sight. When her younger brother, Hughes, heard of her recovery, he brought her home again, so enraging his father that the elder killed his son. Odile revived her brother, and escaped, hiding from her father who chased after her, in a cave. When he attempted to follow her flight, the cliff face gave way, injuring him and forcing him to turn away, thus establishing her as a kind of proto-feminist figure in church history.

     Odile evidently made several prophesies, mostly about local events; but the one referred to by Mrs. Reynolds is believed to speak of the German’s defeat in 1941, when the eternal city of Rome will burn, and the Huns will be forced to fight a new army that will come from across an ocean (55).*****

     By the end of Mrs. Reynolds, although still unsure of the precise date in which the terrible events will end, the heroine is so convinced of the Saint’s predictions that she serves almost as a proselytizer for Odile’s predictions of the future, sharing her knowledge with nearly everyone with whom she meets. By the year in which Angel Harper is fifty-two, Mrs. Reynolds, convinced in Odile’s prediction, is certain that “he is nearly through.”

     Accordingly, Stein asks that just as the reader has infused the book with an historical reality, so too must he bring to it a faith that might justify Mrs. Reynolds’ belief in what lies ahead in order to make certain that Harper, like Hitler, is not “fifty-five” alive.******

     It is not enough to simply focus, as have previous critics, on Mrs. Reynolds’ life as depicted in the fiction, in short, but, as I argue, Stein asks that we direct our attention to the world outside the fiction, which includes the historical facts of Hitler’s rule and the religiously-inspired divinations of St. Odile. By centering her fiction on both history and faith, Stein illuminates what first appears as a flat, one-dimensional reality, projecting it somewhat like a folded image in a pop-up card, creating a three-dimensional perspective.

     What Axelrod’s and my own readings also make quite clear, finally, is that attending to Mrs. Reynolds helps one to perceive a Gertrude Stein who—far different from the one hazily described by writers such as Janet Malcolm in her rather scurrilous study Two Lives: Gertrude and Alice (2007) and who stands apart from the even more disparaging attack on Stein by Barbara Will in Unlikely Collaboration: Gertrude Stein, Bernard Faÿ, and the Vichy Dilemma (2011), as well as behaving far differently from the figure described by numerous other rumor-mongers—empathically expressed a strong hatred for Nazism in her writing of the period, values that are just as apparent in her sensitive dialogue with American soldiers in her Brewsie and Willie that followed. If in Paris France Stein seems to be attempting to keep her mind off of the horrible realities hovering over her, in Mrs. Reynolds she and her heroine squarely face those horrors of what she admits has tragically resulted in “so many deaths.” 

    

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*I was equally pleased again by the collage I had created for the cover of that book (under the pseudonym of my hyperactive designer, Katie Messborn), a Matisse painting of a woman surrounded by geraniums and a floral patterned swathe of cloth, witnessing from a large, American-like picture window, a meeting of Hitler and Stalin (cut from National Geographic) with an image of a small plane pasted above their heads. The purple from which I cut the exaggeratedly looping drapes was almost the exact purple Matisse had used in other elements of his domestic scape. I still think it perfectly catches the feeling of Stein’s work, with its mix of everyday living, fading fashion (the swathe of cloth seems to be falling from where it has been pinned above a painting), and the menacing figures in profile in seeming walking distance from the faceless woman entrapped within. In a completely unconscious manner I took the one-dimensional decorative patterns of Matisse and, by adding an historical photograph, transformed into an encounter between the ordinary daily flatness of life with a three-dimensional perspective of history.

**Presumably the “peace” of which Stein is writing is the end of World War I. In actuality, the armistice that ended that War was on Monday (“the eleventh hour of the eleventh day of the eleventh month”), but we can forgive Stein’s carrying it over until the next day, perhaps the day when she first heard the news. The same war, however, is generally cited as having begun on a Tuesday, July 28, 1914, just as she claims in Mrs. Reynolds.

***”Blooming artichokes,” in fact, are thistles, and have little to do with Jerusalem artichokes (Helianthus tuberosus), which are the roots of plants related to Sunflowers. The name bears no relationship to the city of Jerusalem, but derives instead from the Italian word girasole because of the plants’ similarity to the garden sunflower (the word literally meaning “sunflower artichoke”), which somehow became corrupted in English to the word “Jerusalem.” Yet the dream of Mrs. Reynolds bears a great deal of resemblance to the Ulysses passage. However, one might observe that if it is a literary reference, it would be one of a very few in all of Stein’s writing.

****As far-fetched as this may sound, such an allusion to cinema would have again tied Stein to the Jewish issues very much at the center of that film. Similarly, only a few pages later (121), a guest in Mrs. Reynold’s house, Valerie Harland, jokes, “To be or not to be Angel Harper,” in response to which everyone laughs. This may simply be a joke based on the Hamlet speech, but it might also refer to Ernst Lubitsch’s 1942 satire To Be or Not to Be, in which Jack Benny portrays Hitler. Clearly, both of my statements are pure speculation. There is no evidence of which I am aware that Stein saw either of these movies or even heard of them. It does not change Stein’s heroine’s clear abhorrence of Mr. Reynolds’ brother, William, his wife, and others like him. 

*****Throughout the quiet and patient Mr. Reynolds is associated with the US in his numerous comments about what Stein calls “the romance of America.” See pages 58-59.

******A translation of the Odile prophesy I found on the internet reads:

       "There will come a time when war will break out, more terrible than all other wars combined, which have ever visited mankind. A horrible warrior will unleash it, and his adversaries will call him Antichrist. All nations of the earth will fight each other in this war. The fighters will rise up to the heavens to take the stars and throw them on the cities, to set ablaze the buildings and to cause immense devastations. Oceans will lie between the great warriors, and the monsters of the sea, terrified by everything that happens on or under the sea, will flee to the deep. Battles of the past will only be skirmishes compared to the battles that will take place, since blood will flow in all directions.      

      “The earth will shake from the violent fighting. Famine and pestilence will join the war. The nations will then cry ‘Peace, peace,’ but there will be no peace. Thrice will the sun rise over the heads of the combatants, without having been seen by them. But afterwards there will be peace, and all who have broken peace will have lost their lives. On a single day more men will have been killed than the catacombs of Rome have ever held. Pyres will be erected greater than the greatest city, and people will ascend the highest mountains to praise God, and nobody will want to make war anymore. Strange signs will appear in the skies: both horns of the moon will join the cross. Happy will be those who will have survived the war, since the pleasures of life will begin again, and the sun will have a new brilliance...

      "Woe to those who, in those days, do not fear the Antichrist, for he is the father of those who are not repelled by crime. He will arouse more homicides and many people will shed tears over his evil customs. Men will set themselves one against the other and at the end will want to re-establish order. Some will try to do so, but this will not succeed and thus will end up even worse off than before! But if things will have reached the summit and if the hand of man can no longer do anything, it will be put in the hands of Him, who can send down a punishment so terrible that it will not have been seen before. God has already sent the Flood, but he has sworn never to send one again. What he will do will be something unexpected and terrible."

*******Although Stein scholars (Ulla Dydo and others) report that Stein completed Mrs. Reynolds in 1942, if you follow the years of Angel Harper’s life which the fiction describes, the work indeed does end, as did the real war, in 1945, with Harper/Hitler’s death. It is apparent that Stein went back and revised these sections later.

 

Los Angeles, September 5, 2014

Reprinted from EXPLORINGfictions (September 2014) and PIP Poetry Blog (January 2015).

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