From Hollywood to Hitler

In a new novel, Daniel Kehlmann asks why the director G. W. Pabst worked with the Nazis.

- Gal Beckerman

“I don’t know what I would have done.” When the novelist Daniel Kehlmann hears Germans talk about the Nazi era, that is what many of them say. We were sitting in a Manhattan café at the end of February, discussing his latest book, The Director, about the Austrian filmmaker G. W. Pabst’s collaboration with the Third Reich. Kehlmann, himself born in Germany and raised in Austria, wasn’t about to dispute the truth of the sentiment. But he sensed a cop-out in this confession—an anticipation that compromise is possible, even probable. “It’s kind of a moral capitulation that masks as being humble.”

The idea that complicity is not a line that one jumps across, but rather an accumulation of rationalizations, fascinates Kehlmann: the wishful thinking that the threat is sure to end soon; the worries about how best to keep one’s children safe; the need to continue working; the self-protective modesty of telling oneself, What difference could I possibly make? Yet whenever he considered depicting the Nazi period, he was deterred by the limitations of conventional storytelling: The “easy way of writing about victims—they’re in a terrible situation, and bad stuff happens to them, and then they either escape or they don’t”—struck him as boring, especially given the firsthand family memories he'd grown up with as the son of a Jewish father who had survived the war years in Vienna. What seemed far more interesting was the question of what happens in the gray zone between victim and perpetrator.

Kehlmann never intended to focus on historical fiction, and he has written a number of contemporary novels as well as plays and television shows. But seeking out figures from the past who allow him to explore ideas became something of a trademark almost two decades ago, after the unexpected mega-success, in 2005, of