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3. Don't be a Dummy, be a Smarty!
I believe Swastika Night is back in print somewhere, and if they haven't
already, Virago Press or some other will get V. Sackville-West's Grand Canyon back out. Both were written
before Hitler Lost. Swastika Night is
by reputation a truly visionary work — it's set 500 years in the future,
halfway through the Thousand-Year Reich dream-to-come. That a British author
could envision, only four years after Hitler's accession to power, the
repressions to come, is truly an act of the imagination.
Then of course there's the true
masterpiece of the Hitler Wins genre, Phil Dick's The Man in the High Castle, from 1962. It's (if there is such a
thing) an atypical novel for him; it's also (as they say in the SF Encyclopedia) an Oulipo
work — one with certain strictures set down beforehand. In this case, when he
came to a plot or character crux, he threw the I Ching; the I Ching itself figures in the book.
There's a divided America
(prefigured in the Shirer Look piece): the East Coast and Midwest are German-occupied; the
Japanese have a Greater East Asia Co-Prosperity Sphere trade monopoly on the
West Coast; as in America today, nobody much cares about the Rockies... That's
where Abendsen lives, maybe, and where he wrote The Grasshopper Lies Heavy, in which
When Mr. Tagomi gets a glimpse into that Hitler-Lost world — nobody at the crowded diner gives
up their seat for him, as is custom, and the counterman says, "Buzz off,
Tojo" — we feel the true impact of the conceptual
breakthrough involved. Further reading reveals that neither the Grasshopper Lies Heavy world, nor the
world before the
war, was ours, either. The layers are piled on, yet Dick gives a truly convincing
picture of real life under the Germans and Japanese — not just the occasional
horrors but the day-to-day grind — and some smarmy wonders, too. You never
forget in the book where you are and what's going on around you — or, at
least, the apparently real....
The Iron Dream by Norman Spinrad: going
way beyond the call of duty to produce an (intentionally) bad novel as written
by Adolph Hitler. (The novel within is called Lords of the Swastika, and is as bad as Hitler's daydreams — and
nightmares — must have been. It's full of real super-men and real under-men,
and is as apocalyptic as the Battle of Berlin must have been. In the academic
afterword (by Homer Whipple, if I remember correctly) we
are informed that Hitler emigrated to America in the teens (after failing at
the Vienna Schools of Art and Architecture), that he fell in with a bad
emigré crowd (Frank R. Paul and the other German-born who
illustrated and translated for Hugo Gernsback at Modern Electrics, Science and Invention, and later Amazing Stories, for which Hitler began to do the covers Paul
didn't do); he became an SF fan, and finally became proficient enough in
English to write Lords of the Swastika.
After he died, what are essentially SA and SS uniforms and regalia become
prize-winners at the masquerade contests at worldcons...
Like Burdekin, like Dick, it's a true visionary work
— from within the vision of Adolf
Hitler, and a triumph of a specialized sort. Hitler didn't Win, he just lived another life — it was his work that
endured; the costumes of his imagination Won the prizes...
The trouble with Fatherland (1992, and a made-for-TV movie
later) was that Harris, or his publisher, thought he had invented the Hitler Wins book, despite 60 years of
predecessor-novels. He's the first (besides Shirer)
to give a look at the monstrous Speer-designed buildings and monuments of a
re-formed and renewed Berlin, capital of the Thousand-Year Dream. He manages to
still have the Beatles be playing in the 1964 setting of the novel.
I'm glad to see the fringes of
Nazism (the Morning of the Magicians parts)
represented, not just the straightforward boogeymen
of mainline thinking. McBride's Torch of
Honor is about Sir Oswald Mosley's Black Shirts — homegrown fascists of the
1930s. (The American equivalent was William Dudley Pelley's
Silver Shirts.) Brad Linaweaver's Moon of Ice takes in the
Horbiger Ice-World Theory — which had a huge following in
Nazi Germany. I don't think anyone's written yet about the theory current at
the time that we live on the inside of
a Hollow Earth — there were several Nazi missions aiming radar up at a
30-degree angle, just in case we were on
the inside; the radars should have picked up British bombers crossing the
Channel at that angle, if we were. I'm waiting for the Hitler Wins/SS-Holy
Grail novel (it has something to do with Pouisson's Et in Arcadia Ego). Raiders of the Lost Ark touched on some of the (early) SS
assertions: it wasn't until later, during the war, when the true, mystical side
of Himmler — a former ego-collective manager — really came out...
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