This collection of essays that were written as companion to exhibitions in London and Berlin offer reflections that take off the rose-tinted glasses and ask some difficult questions.
As a collection of essays it does suffer from some significant repetition – how many times did I need to have Christopher Isherwood’s time in Berlin explained?
That said, being a collection is actually its strength – different voices, giving space to women’s voices that were not heard at the time.
But it is a sad read – it was published in 2021 and it hints at echoes of the darkness falling on the 1930s – writing now in 2025 I think those echoes would be front and centre...
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