Because everything I read now has to be for work or research for my book, I’ve spent much of the last three weeks only reading books about Fascism and Nazism. Cheery stuff. I must say I was a little disappointed by The Arms of Krupps. It’s still very good and extremely impressive research-wise, it’s simply a less enjoyable read than I expected it to be (I loved Manchester’s When the World Was Lit Only By Fire. I have to say the reverse about Robert Procter’s amazing The Nazi War on Cancer. It’s just an astoundingly interesting read.