Ladislas Farago –
1972
Normally I wouldn’t
recommend a book that has been so soundly discredited, but Aftermath, if taken with a thousand grains of salt and treated as
an elaborate work of fiction, is pretty interesting. Respected military/espionage historian
Ladislas Farago undertakes to uncover what happened to Hitler’s executive
secretary Martin Bormann, who was an extremely powerful bureaucrat in the Third
Reich who controlled access to Hitler and was hated and feared by even the
highest ranking Nazi ministers, including Goebbels and Himmler. After Hitler’s suicide in 1945 as the Allies
closed in on Berlin, Bormann fled. Since
his remains were not found, it was reasonable to suppose that he may have
escaped to South America like so many of his fellow countrymen did. Much of Farago’s book is about the fugitive
Nazis who prospered in Argentina and surrounding countries thanks to
sympathetic military regimes like Juan Peron’s.
The premise is not unthinkable; there was Eichmann, Mengele, Barbie and many
other famous cases. Farago gives us a
more-or-less accurate overview of the notorious Nazis who fled and the
legendary Nazi-hunters – such as Simon Wiesenthal – who struggled to find them
and bring them to justice. Where Farago
goes wrong is in inserting himself into the story in order to give his book a
boost above the many others coming out at the time about Nazi fugitives. The finale involves Farago trudging through a
jungle and coming face-to-face with Bormann himself. Unfortunately for Farago, 1972 saw not only the
publication of Aftermath but a new
investigation into Bormann’s death prompted by the discovery of a skeleton in
Berlin. Forensic methods not available
in the 40s confirmed the bones to be those of Bormann’s; (and this was later confirmed
by DNA testing in the 1990s). Farago
immediately claimed that the evidence was fake and part of the same global
conspiracy that was protecting ex-Nazis and fostering what was intended to be a
restored, or Fourth, Reich. He quickly
published a revision with a post-script rebutting the findings in Berlin, but
it was too late. His hoax was exposed
and even the more paranoid of conspiracy-theorists had to concede that Martin
Bormann indeed must have died trying to flee Berlin in 1945. Although you can enjoy the book in the same
spirit as you may enjoy Clifford Irving’s faux biography of Howard Hughes,
Farago’s case is sad because the Bormann issue casts a shadow over Farago’s other historical books. You can’t
help but wonder, with just cause, what other “facts” in them may have
questionable origins.
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