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History that reads like a novel: the story of the writers and intellectuals behind the failed Bavarian Revolution of 1918, by the author of the acclaimed Summer Before the Dark
At the end of the First World War in Germany, the journalist and theatre critic Kurt Eisner organised a revolution which overthrew the monarchy, and declared a Free State of Bavaria. In February 1919, he was assassinated, and the revolution failed.
But while the dream lived, it was the writers, the poets, the playwrights and the intellectuals who led the way. As well as Eisner, Thomas Mann, Rainer Maria Rilke, and many other prominent figures in German cultural history were involved.
In his characteristically lucid, sharp prose, Volker Weidermann presents us with a slice of history - November 1918 to April 1919 - and shows how a small group of people could have altered the course of the twentieth century. • "Vivid, full of sardonic humour, moral nuance and personal drama, this book takes the reader into the heart of the revolutionary crowd, and shows how exhilarating and terrifying it is to be there"--New Statesman
• "A superb account... a remarkable cast of characters... {Weidermann} brings to life long forgotten and seemingly insignificant and quirky episodes in history"--Guardian
• "An absolutely gripping tale... great pace, action and character... the characters are unforgettable"--The Times
• "Dramatic... a compact and colourful account, with the breathless pace of war reporting"--Spectator
• "A gripping account... Volker Weidermann's blend of engrossing, urgent reportage and gentle, dissociative musing will be familiar to readers of his previous work, the bestselling Summer Before the Dark... deceptively extravagant and endlessly interesting book"--Financial Times The award-winning writer and literary critic Volker Weidermann was born in Germany in 1969, and studied political science and German language and literature in Heidelberg and Berlin. He is the cultural editor of Der Spiegel, and the author of Summer Before the Dark, which is also published by Pushkin Press. THE SHOT
IT HAD BEEN A FAIRY TALE , of course—nothing but a fairy tale that
had become reality for a few weeks. And now it was over. It
would have been ridiculous to cling to power any longer: the
election results in January had been too devastating for that.
Two per cent, it was a joke, a cruel, bad joke. Ever since, the
press had been subjecting him not only to more of their frenzied
hatred, but to mockery and scorn as well. A people’s king
without a people, a jester on the king’s throne, un-Bavarian
crackpot, Jewish upstart.
Kurt Eisner had given up. His negotiations with his archenemy
Erhard Auer, the leader of the Social Democrats, had
gone on late into the night. “Negotiations” was hardly the
right word. He had nothing left to bargain with. Auer had
offered him the position of Ambassador to Prague; he might
as well have said Consular Secretary to Australia. It was over.
He’d had his chance and done what he could to transform
the Kingdom of Bavaria into a people’s republic, a land of
solidarity and altruism.
It was a dream, to suddenly find himself sitting in the prime
minister’s seat on the night of 7th November. Sometimes you
just had to be quick-witted enough to recognize the moment
when it arrived. And it arrived on 7th November 1918.
A sunny afternoon; tens of thousands of soldiers, sailors,
unionists and workers had gathered on the western slope of
the Theresienwiese. The mood was tense. The Minister of the
Interior, von Brettreich, had had the city plastered with posters
announcing that order would be maintained. The Social
Democratic Party’s Erhard Auer had given him his personal
assurance of that the previous day. A revolution was not about
to break out.
At the end of the First World War in Germany, the journalist and theatre critic Kurt Eisner organised a revolution which overthrew the monarchy, and declared a Free State of Bavaria. In February 1919, he was assassinated, and the revolution failed.
But while the dream lived, it was the writers, the poets, the playwrights and the intellectuals who led the way. As well as Eisner, Thomas Mann, Rainer Maria Rilke, and many other prominent figures in German cultural history were involved.
In his characteristically lucid, sharp prose, Volker Weidermann presents us with a slice of history - November 1918 to April 1919 - and shows how a small group of people could have altered the course of the twentieth century. • "Vivid, full of sardonic humour, moral nuance and personal drama, this book takes the reader into the heart of the revolutionary crowd, and shows how exhilarating and terrifying it is to be there"--New Statesman
• "A superb account... a remarkable cast of characters... {Weidermann} brings to life long forgotten and seemingly insignificant and quirky episodes in history"--Guardian
• "An absolutely gripping tale... great pace, action and character... the characters are unforgettable"--The Times
• "Dramatic... a compact and colourful account, with the breathless pace of war reporting"--Spectator
• "A gripping account... Volker Weidermann's blend of engrossing, urgent reportage and gentle, dissociative musing will be familiar to readers of his previous work, the bestselling Summer Before the Dark... deceptively extravagant and endlessly interesting book"--Financial Times The award-winning writer and literary critic Volker Weidermann was born in Germany in 1969, and studied political science and German language and literature in Heidelberg and Berlin. He is the cultural editor of Der Spiegel, and the author of Summer Before the Dark, which is also published by Pushkin Press. THE SHOT
IT HAD BEEN A FAIRY TALE , of course—nothing but a fairy tale that
had become reality for a few weeks. And now it was over. It
would have been ridiculous to cling to power any longer: the
election results in January had been too devastating for that.
Two per cent, it was a joke, a cruel, bad joke. Ever since, the
press had been subjecting him not only to more of their frenzied
hatred, but to mockery and scorn as well. A people’s king
without a people, a jester on the king’s throne, un-Bavarian
crackpot, Jewish upstart.
Kurt Eisner had given up. His negotiations with his archenemy
Erhard Auer, the leader of the Social Democrats, had
gone on late into the night. “Negotiations” was hardly the
right word. He had nothing left to bargain with. Auer had
offered him the position of Ambassador to Prague; he might
as well have said Consular Secretary to Australia. It was over.
He’d had his chance and done what he could to transform
the Kingdom of Bavaria into a people’s republic, a land of
solidarity and altruism.
It was a dream, to suddenly find himself sitting in the prime
minister’s seat on the night of 7th November. Sometimes you
just had to be quick-witted enough to recognize the moment
when it arrived. And it arrived on 7th November 1918.
A sunny afternoon; tens of thousands of soldiers, sailors,
unionists and workers had gathered on the western slope of
the Theresienwiese. The mood was tense. The Minister of the
Interior, von Brettreich, had had the city plastered with posters
announcing that order would be maintained. The Social
Democratic Party’s Erhard Auer had given him his personal
assurance of that the previous day. A revolution was not about
to break out.