In the afterward to
Max in the Land of Lies, Adam Gidwitz mentioned Melita Maschmannβs
Account Rendered: A Dossier of My Former Self as one of the most important sources for the book, and also a book that he would urge everyone to read. Of course I had to try it, especially given that Gidwitzβs Melita Maschmann is one of the most likable characters in
Max in the Land of Lies, for all that she is a true believer Nazi who, moreover, gets only very limited pagetime.
Now I realize some people may object to the idea of a likeable Nazi true believer, but I believe in order to understand evil one of the things we have to let go of is the belief that thereβs any clear relationship between likability and goodness. If you will excuse a digression into quadrant theory, likability and goodness are two separate axes, and most of us are happiest with the βlikable and goodβ quadrant and the βunlikable and badβ quadrant. Neither of these create cognitive dissonance. We want the people whom we like to be good and the people we hate to be bad.
But βunlikable and goodβ and βlikable and badβ can both be a torment. You know that you
should like so-and-so, because theyβre so useful and helpful and have all the right opinions, but really you would climb out a window rather than spend an hour alone with them because they just grate on you. Or, you like so-and-so a lot, because theyβre so funny and charming, and when other people say theyβve done bad things itβs probably lies, or jealousy, or a failure to understand the complexity of their character, orβ¦ oh God what if they are bad. You like them so much and theyβre bad?? What does that say about you??? NO the accusations of badness are LIES.
(Or else, you insist that you never really liked them THAT much, like my friend with the Harry Potter tattoo who insists she was never THAT into Harry Potter.)
So: Melita Maschmann, likable Nazi true believer, who very slowly after the war began to look back on her former self and say, βWhat the fuck was I thinking?β This book, written in the form of a letter to her former best friend, a Jewish girl who had to flee Germany, is Maschmannβs attempt to figure out what, in fact, she was thinking.
The idea of the book as a letter is sometimes slightly alarming (can you imagine handing someone a book-length manuscript and saying βThis is why I was a world-historically bad friendβ?), but as a literary device itβs useful, because it gives Maschmann an imaginary interlocutor to pull her up short whenever she reaches a particularly βBut didnβt this make you rethink your choices?β moment. Kristallnacht? The starving Poles when you were first posted to Poland? The time the local German army didnβt have enough troops to evict the Poles from their village to make way for German settlers, so you had to help? Maybe the time that you drove a truck around stealing furniture from the local Poles to give it to a German family that had settled in one of these newly emptied villages?
This last in particular was not merely wrong but also illegal even at the time, but rather oddly itβs also the only one that Maschmann didnβt have a single qualm about when she did it. The rest of these events did give her pause, but at the end of the day thereβs a vast gulf between being taken aback and actually rethinking the ideology that has shaped your entire life.
Maschmann turned to National Socialism because she was an idealist who loved the idea of the National Community that cuts across classes and binds everyone together and fixes the poverty and shame that have crippled her country since the Great War. It was a way of rebelling against her parents that nonetheless embraced many of their beliefs: not only the sense that democracy had failed, but also the belief that violent competition among countries is inevitable, so although you might flinch from things you saw while invading Poland, if you didnβt invade Poland then Poland would assuredly invade you.
By this point you, my imaginary interlocutor, may well be asking, βBut what part of this is likable, you monster?β Well, part of it is the fact that Maschmann had the strength of character to look back afterward and try to make sense of what she had done. This is something that most human beings seem to find almost impossible even when there arenβt war crimes involved.
Her account is clear-eyed, both in the sense of sheer observation - thereβs tons of interesting detail here about life on the ground during the invasion of Poland, for instance - and in the sense that sheβs trying to look at these events squarely, to explain without justifying, to say βthis is what we were thinkingβ and hope that this might help turn other people aside if they find themselves straying into a similar path.
But even in Maschmannβs younger self, there are many appealing qualities. She was an indefatigable worker with a yearning to help people, an idealist who latched onto absolutely the wrong ideal. If she had latched onto a different ideal β
Well, the twentieth century was not short on ideals that led to mass destruction, so if Maschmann chose a different ideal, she might have been just as destructive in a different direction. Why do I find something so appealing about idealists, when ideology is used to create and justify so much suffering?
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