Dreamers

by Volker Weidermann, Ruth Martin (Translator)

Overview

History that reads like a novel: the story of the writers and intellectuals behind the failed Bavarian Revolution of 1918, by the author of the acclaimed Summer Before the Dark

At the end of the First World War in Germany, the journalist and theatre critic Kurt Eisner organised a revolution which overthrew the monarchy, and declared a Free State of Bavaria. In February 1919, he was assassinated, and the revolution failed.

But while the dream lived, it was the writers, the poets, the playwrights and the intellectuals who led the way. As well as Eisner, Thomas Mann, Rainer Maria Rilke, and many other prominent figures in German cultural history were involved.

In his characteristically lucid, sharp prose, Volker Weidermann presents us with a slice of history - November 1918 to April 1919 - and shows how a small group of people could have altered the course of the twentieth century.

Product Details

ISBN-13:	9781782275060
Publisher:	Steerforth Press
Publication date:	11/03/2020
Pages:	256
Product dimensions:	5.10(w) x 7.70(h) x 0.90(d)

About the Author

The award-winning writer and literary critic Volker Weidermann was born in Germany in 1969, and studied political science and German language and literature in Heidelberg and Berlin. He is the cultural editor of Der Spiegel, and the author of Summer Before the Dark, which is also published by Pushkin Press.

Read an Excerpt

THE SHOT
 IT HAD BEEN A FAIRY TALE , of course—nothing but a fairy tale that had become reality for a few weeks. And now it was over. It would have been ridiculous to cling to power any longer: the election results in January had been too devastating for that.
Two per cent, it was a joke, a cruel, bad joke. Ever since, the press had been subjecting him not only to more of their frenzied hatred, but to mockery and scorn as well. A people’s king without a people, a jester on the king’s throne, un-Bavarian crackpot, Jewish upstart.
Kurt Eisner had given up. His negotiations with his archenemy
Erhard Auer, the leader of the Social Democrats, had gone on late into the night. “Negotiations” was hardly the right word. He had nothing left to bargain with. Auer had offered him the position of Ambassador to Prague; he might as well have said Consular Secretary to Australia. It was over.
He’d had his chance and done what he could to transform the Kingdom of Bavaria into a people’s republic, a land of solidarity and altruism.
It was a dream, to suddenly find himself sitting in the prime minister’s seat on the night of 7th November. Sometimes you just had to be quick-witted enough to recognize the moment when it arrived. And it arrived on 7th November 1918.
A sunny afternoon; tens of thousands of soldiers, sailors,
unionists and workers had gathered on the western slope of the Theresienwiese. The mood was tense. The Minister of the
Interior, von Brettreich, had had the city plastered with posters announcing that order would be maintained. The Social
Democratic Party’s Erhard Auer had given him his personal assurance of that the previous day. A revolution was not about to break out. Kurt Eisner, parliamentary candidate for the
Independent Social Democrats, who had been invoking the coming revolution for days, would be “forced to the wall”, that was how Auer had put it. He said he had the situation in hand.
He didn’t have anything in hand. There was chaos that afternoon: more and more people arriving; soldiers streaming in from the barracks, most of them having torn off their insignia. The men—and a few women—stood in little groups,
clustering first around one speaker, then another. Auer had secured the best position for himself, on the grand steps leading up to the statue of Bavaria. But when the crowds realized he was just trying to placate them, promising them jam in some far-off tomorrow, they moved on to the other speakers further down the slope.
Kurt Eisner was standing right at the bottom. He was almost yelling, waving his arms in the air. A crowd was forming around the man with the long grey hair, the pince-nez,
the wild beard and the large hat. He had a good name among those who were hoping for revolution: he had organized the munition workers’ strike in January, had spent six months in prison for it.
His speaking style was not particularly rousing; his voice was scratchy and high-pitched. He had some trouble making himself heard above the other speakers. But the crowd sensed that, today, this was their man. He wasn’t going to send them home. He could feel the energy of the day, the rage, the will for some decisive thing to happen at last. The king had been seen that morning taking a stroll through the English Garden.
Well, how much longer did he want to go on strolling? How much longer did he want to rule?

Editorial Reviews

• "Vivid, full of sardonic humour, moral nuance and personal drama, this book takes the reader into the heart of the revolutionary crowd, and shows how exhilarating and terrifying it is to be there"—New Statesman
   • "A superb account... a remarkable cast of characters... [Weidermann] brings to life long forgotten and seemingly insignificant and quirky episodes in history"—Guardian
   • "An absolutely gripping tale... great pace, action and character... the characters are unforgettable"—The Times
   • "Dramatic... a compact and colourful account, with the breathless pace of war reporting"—Spectator
   • "A gripping account... Volker Weidermann's blend of engrossing, urgent reportage and gentle, dissociative musing will be familiar to readers of his previous work, the bestselling Summer Before the Dark... deceptively extravagant and endlessly interesting book"—Financial Times

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