The biography of Hitler: the assistant editor Otavio Marques da Costa, Blog Companhia das Letras, talks about the book and the making of the issue:
Plaque broken
by Otavio Marques da Costa
There is much to say about Hitler by Ian Kershaw - perhaps the fullest account, and, without doubt, the most fluent already ; written about the German dictator - but when you edit our translation was fascinated by the bizarre routine of Monster. This
Hitler everyday contradicts the stereotype of the German disciplined and organized. Already living in the Reich Chancellery, Hitler usually sleep early, wake up just after noon, delayed two hours to show up at the lunch table, and gave frequent cakes on your guests. He was also lazy: he avoided the dull meetings on financial and budgetary matters strictly and little worried about the practical basis for their dreams megalomania. Even in matters of military strategy dictator was a dilettante - before acting on impulse with reason, not much concerned with understanding of military science or hear the advice of the high summits of the Armed Forces. Really liked was watching movies with sugar water before bed, and admire its Neoclassical models of cities to rebuild the Reich victorious.
talent handler masses - Kershaw as recognized by the great success of the dictator - contrasted with the coldness and distance in personal relationships. There seem to be intentionally restricted his circle "next" to strengthen the myth of the Führer, Hitler was always averse the personal contacts, a weirdo. She had one genuine friend in life - August Kubizek, times of hardship and failure in Linz and Vienna (where he took the classic pump in the examination for admission to the School of Fine Arts) & mdash , and seems to have genuinely loved only his mother. Few have met him in moments of true "relaxation." From nobody was really close - his first "girlfriend" that have been reported, the niece Geli Raubal was more an adornment to a companion, Eva Braun, whom he always kept out of public view and only officially took over the bunker, a ruse to break the ice in tense moments. The "honored" with the interaction of leader, kept a few good memories. Besides the famous hysterical and bigoted diatribes and endless harangues, his breath smelling of Hitler rebuffed international legatees.
phobia if the contact was aggravating the increasing hypochondria, which also yields curious data, such as diet vegeterian radical and increasingly sparse, and the long dependence of one miraculous drops the cocaine base, his unorthodox personal physician will apply until the last days the bunker.
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On this side of the balcony, the work was arduous. But the comings and goings of editing a book grandinho "tiny time - Hitler was the highest volume ever published by, I told the production department - have been well illustrated by my colleague Lucila, in his post about not silence that does not end there, of Ingrid Betancourt. Thus, as the post has been a long, I think it is worthy to play only an anecdote of "hoop": the choice of cover.
We were all anxious to see what would show Kiko Farkas. The cover of the hardcover edition was an American anticlichê: a photograph of Hitler at the Berghof reading placidly, his refuge Alpine, with the backdrop of the Bavarian mountains. It looks like a respectable gentleman, quiet, a vacation season in the field. We had to do something to match.
They first proposal sent by the studio machine: the approved, a photograph of Hitler in civilian clothes, sitting on a high-backed chair beside his sheepdog Wolf - the broken plate of a photo official rejected. If one hand is the image of evil (perhaps thanks to our eyes trained to associate evil to Hitler), also shows weakness, the body twisted in an effort to make your feet reach the ground, the saddest eyes that martial. It is not difficult to know why it was rejected by the Nazi propaganda.
The other was a cover graphic: on a red background, a large black rectangle dent in the top right and another similar, but smaller and parallel to the publisher's logo in the center of the cover. A, Fringe, another mustache. Forms of minimalism, the picture emerges of the Monster.
After some internal debate, we were "in the tradition," and we get the picture. The cracks on the plate - the only one tragic symbol of the end time and access to the setback of the object (the whole purpose of biography) - and Hitler's discomfort with the height of the chair were compelling. But to appease his remorse for "wasting" a good cover so we decided to reproduce it here on the blog. Retrieved from
http://www.blogdacompanhia.com.br/2010/12/a-chapa-quebrada/
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