I recently took a break from Look Who’s Back by Timur Vermes.
Berlin, Summer 2011. Adolf Hitler wakes up on a patch of open ground, alive and well. Things have changed – no Eva Braun, no Nazi party, no war. Hitler barely recognises his beloved Fatherland, filled with immigrants and run by a woman.
People certainly recognise him, albeit as a flawless impersonator who refuses to break character. The unthinkable, the inevitable happens, and the ranting Hitler goes viral, becomes a YouTube star, gets his own T.V. show, and people begin to listen. But the Führer has another programme with even greater ambition – to set the country he finds a shambles back to rights.
And that’s okay. I never allow myself to think that but deep down I know it is, because how can you move onto other – sometime’s greater – books when you’re still feeling guilty about that book you put down three months ago and haven’t picked up since. Sure you’ll probably get back to that book, but when you’re in the mood for it and if you’re not in the mood for it right now then there’s nothing that you can do about that. Why hold yourself back from discovering other, awesome, incredible, fantastic worlds and authors and characters and that whole shebang in the meantime? Where would the fun be in that?
Allow me to justify myself for a moment. The reason why I have put this book down – for now – is because I had forgotten how much Hitler had annoyed me. That sounds weird and I fully accept that, but as a GCSE History student you will understand where I am coming from. And why force myself to read about a person who had ideas that killed millions of people when I could read about fictional people who haven’t killed millions? I guess that I just need a break from school, even if it is a small one but reading about one of the worst men in history for fun is just not for me – especially as I know how he went about putting those ideas into action. Not when I have just finished learning about the genocide he had a hand in committing. Especially when book Hitler is concerned that it didn’t happen. Don’t get me wrong, this book is good and pretty darn realistic – at least I think it is? – it’s just a little too realistic if you get me. Anyway, my justification is over. Now allow me to help you justify yourself, that cool?
I hope it’s cool, cause I am going to do it anyway. Putting down a book that you’re not really feeling and telling yourself that you’ll read some more tomorrow is in no way bad. And then when you don’t pick it up isn’t some form of procrastination and it’s not the worst thing to ever happen, it’s just you going “maybe this book isn’t right for me right now” – trust me I’m a scientist (I’m not actually a scientist ssh) – it’s just you going my mood isn’t right for this and I’m not going to force it. Why force something that isn’t working? You wouldn’t force tea on someone? Would you? That would just be wrong, so why force yourself to read something that just isn’t doing it for you, like a cup of the aforementioned tea just wouldn’t do it for somebody if they didn’t want the tea. Forced tea isn’t fun kids and neither are forced books. All you are doing by forcing yourself to read the book is forcing yourself to hate something that you don’t want to hate. But if you do force yourself to read it and you love it then that’s great! Go you!
Why read the book if you don’t need to and you have 20 others calling your name to read them?
I think I am going to conclude this here because it has gotten weird. I am sorry for that. In reality all this post was, was a chance to justify to myself putting down the book. If you have anything to add to the matter comment down below – or if you need help justifying putting down the book – and I will probably agree with you because all reasons are good reasons. Unless you are Hitler, in which case none of your reasons are good and you should go to prison.