Mary V. Dearborn

  • I Was a Teenage Führer

    When I heard Norman Mailer was writing about Hitler, I was distinctly ambivalent. This latest effort promised to be another publicity stunt on the order of the dreadful The Gospel According to the Son (1997), Christ’s version of the Gospel—designed to keep Mailer’s name before an audience that had long ago despaired of his writing future. Let’s face it, he hasn’t had a hit since 1979 with The Executioner’s Song. Harlot’s Ghost (1991), his big CIA book, was his last novel, and a credible enough one—though the subject didn’t genuinely seem to excite him. About the intervening disasters, the less