Amazon.com Review
This disturbing group portrait of Dachau's modern-day residents is a Holocaust book unlike any other. American journalist Timothy Ryback, whose Austrian heritage includes a distant relative in the SS and a Nazi-sympathizing grandfather, depicts the wide range of perspectives held by those who live in the German town best known for being the site of a concentration camp. He finds that denial, distasteful self-pity, and genuine reflection are some of the typical emotions. Looming over all the other Dachauers, however, is 87-year-old Martin Zaidenstadt, a troubled and possibly delusional man who claims to have been a Dachau inmate and makes it his business to stand outside the camp every day, contradicting the glib accounts of the tour guides. Ryback never finds documentary evidence that Zaidenstadt was in Dachau, and many of the old man's diatribes contain factual errors. Yet he is a towering figure, possessed by near-biblical rage and a past whose nightmares include a wife and daughter burned alive in Poland--a trauma that, Ryback subtly suggests, fuels Zaidenstadt's vigil. By presenting his subjects without overt editorial comment, the author forces readers to confront discomfiting issues without the solace of easy condemnation or quick disassociation from decades-old ethical questions that are still painfully relevant.
--Wendy Smith
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From Publishers Weekly
In 1992, Ryback wrote a New Yorker article about the picturesque Bavarian town of Dachau, site of the first Nazi concentration camp, in which he "roundly condemned the residents of Dachau as small-minded and selfish, unwilling to accept moral responsibility for their town's role in the Holocaust." In retrospect, however, he felt that he had too casually adopted the moral high ground. So he went back to talk with Dachau's mayor and its journalists, waitresses and policemen, members of a community living normal lives in a place that reeks of historical atrocity. His portraits reveal the various ways Dachauers confront or evade the ugly history of their hometown (many pregnant women deliver in Munich so their children won't have the stain of Dachau on their birth certificates). Yet the voices of these people are ultimately obscured by the enigmatic man Ryback places at the moral center of the book: Martin Zaidenstadt, who may very well be crazy. Every day, Zaidenstadt goes to the camp to rebut the official history given by tour guides and historians. While Dachauers take a bizarre pride that the historical record shows that the gas chambers were never used at the camp, Zaidenstadt has made it his mission in life to tell visitors, in as many languages as he can, that Jews were, in fact, gassed at Dachau and that he saw it with his own eyes. Though Ryback's archival searches never confirm that Zaidenstadt was ever at Dachau, the author is happy to grant the old man his moral authority. In doing so, he implies that there should, after all, be no exit from history for Dachau. Pensive digressions into his own family history and thoughtful responses to what he sees in Dachau make Ryback an appealing guide. Zaidenstadt is so haunting a figure, however, that his presence overwhelms whatever insight Ryback has to offer into the soul of Dachau's present. (Aug.)
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