This is a beautifully written book by an author who is master of his craft. It is a touchingly personal account of a post-war German struggling with his family's heavily-laden past. Ultimately however the book offers little in the way of insights. This is frustrating for the reader, and one senses it must have been the same for the author.
Timm makes the most of a few fragments of war diary written by his elder brother, who volunteered for the Waffen-SS and died of wounds on the Eastern Front. He combs the diary for signs his brother disapproved of what he was doing. After all, the Germany Army had a terrible record of atrocities in the East. Yet all he finds are factual reports about attacks, casualties, and the not particularly admirable remark that an "Ivan" provided "fodder for my machine gun."
Shortly before he was wounded, the brother closes his diary "because I don't see any point in recording the cruel things that sometimes happen." A sign of repentance?" Possibly. But maybe he just got fed up with writing about the horrors of war, all the more since the Waffen-SS were strictly forbidden to keep such diaries.
I am moved by Timm's striving to find a positive thought about his brother, and also his rigid, war-denying father. But in the end, he does not really make it. He is of a German generation which has to suffer with the memory that their brothers and fathers supported a war of aggression which Germans cruelly and selfishly foisted on other peoples. To the credit of Uwe Timm and his generation, Germans have meanwhile honourably acknowledged guilt and reconciled with past enemies. This more recent past is the only one they can comfortably live with.