Not sure why this is so famous, it's an autobiographical tale of someone having a fun time in Berlin, but it's not at all got the dark sinister forebodings of the Nazi takeover that's coming. There's mentions of it, but no-one seems to mind that much and just gets on enjoying themselves. Maybe that's the horror of it, but it just seemed like a tale of hedonism and high living to me. I have actually started reorganising my bookshelves now, there are books everywhere but I finally feel motivated. I've vowed to catalogue them too. Let's see. . .
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