I'm not sure that Philip Oltermann was going for charming when he wrote this book, but I was charmed by him and his experiences as a slightly bewildered and ernest teen arriving in Britain from Germany. As a Brit who first encountered Germany as a teen, I can identify with some of the bewlidering differences in cuisine and culture. For Philip's dreadful Sunday roast I will exchange the first, desperate taste of German Muesli, when sugar-coated Alpen had been the standard or rye bread in exchange for fluffy toast.I swapped irreverent cynicism for earnest discussion on the future of nuclear power and politics at the age of fifteen with my German friend's politically active father. My experience of the police was the occasional local bobby, not border forces patroling no-man's land. I could feel everything that Philip was talking about, only in reverse. But I loved Germany from an early age, and this book simply reminded me why.
It's a mirror to our own outlook. It reminds us what we could be capable of, both good and bad. It looks at the rivallry that sustains us, and the mutual, sometimes gruding, respect that means, for me anyway, Germany is the European country that we most dentify with as a nation. It has to pull from stereotypes, but it also steps beyond and shows us some snapshots of history that will never make it to a historical cirriculumn in schools.
Part education, part biography, I enjoyed this very much. My only regret is that it wasn't longer. Perhaps 'Keeping up with the Germans - the Euro crisis years' will follow. I, for one, will certainly be buying it!