There have been a few books with a romance at the centre of them out recently that have been troubling me – books that involve a woman falling in love with a Nazi.
More than that, most of the books I’ve come across with this theme involve a romance between a Nazi and a JEWISH woman.
I’m… not really okay with this.
I’ve been getting the sense recently that people are viewing the Second World War as something that was so long ago it’s now okay to romanticise it. From the under-twenty-fives blogging on Tumblr who frequently mention that Hitler actually had some good ideas and was just a little misguided, to movies that focus on the Average Joe just trying to make ends meet in Nazi Germany – to the likes of Trump and Putin, I’m getting the sense people have started softening their attitudes towards the horrors of the 1930s and 1940s.
True, nobody ever holds Soviet Russia up for the scrutiny it deserves, a regime that killed million-for-million the same numbers as the Nazis. They’ve always got away with it, and there’s no shortage of books romanticising it.
However, two wrongs don’t make a right.
Perhaps I should read some of these books, and give them a chance before dismissing them straight off.
It’s just that I never thought I’d see romances and romantic women’s fiction with swastikas on the covers. I guess it’s a sign of our times it is so normalised now nobody asks any questions.