My Life is like a Fairy Tale by Robert Irwin

Author:Robert Irwin
Format: epub

Chapter Fourteen

Joseph gave better advice than that Ewers… though the war had started, the fighting was still in unimportant places like Poland and Norway. So these were the good times. They had been lying in bed, after coming up from the private cinema where the two of them had watched Broadway Melody of 1938, one of those big budget Metro-Goldwyn-Mayer musicals. (Quite a few of the films they used to watch were American or English and were banned from general distribution in Germany, including The Wizard of Oz, Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs and Rebecca.) Magda, who had taken to heavy drinking during the Baarova affair, was away on one of her eternal health cures and then Bruno, the projectionist, had been told to go home. So they were alone in the villa. After the sex, Sonja told Joseph how she had loved those high-kicking dance sequences in which massed lines of lovely smiling girls with plump legs rotated, broke up and reformed. They marched, advanced and retreated and, though their drilling was softly sweet, their discipline reminded her of those sequences in Triumph of the Will in which huge formations of the Wehrmacht, the SS and SA had paraded before Hitler and his henchfolk. The speeches from the great podium had been tedious (she did not say this to Joseph), yet the parades below were quite marvellous. Joseph had been more struck by Eleanor Powell and her wonderful tap dancing. So Sonja told him that she could tap dance too and, pausing only to put on her high-heeled shoes, she tap danced naked before him. Tap dancing in high heels is a bit tricksy, but it is a skill that can be learnt. The three main things to master are time, tempo and rhythm, or that is beat, speed and pattern. Sonja demonstrated the straight tap, the forward and backward tap and the shuffle, and her breasts were flapping up and down and Goebbels was laughing as she tapped away. It was such fun! She was sure she could teach Joseph to tap dance! Then she realised what she had just said and the laughter and the dancing came to an end. She remembered how earlier, when the Reichsminister had knelt before her, how difficult it had been for him with that club foot and the leg brace.

Joseph just smiled sourly and gestured that she should rejoin him in bed. Later, she was talking about her hopes to become a great film actress and about how one day she would start on a book about all the films she had been in and her path to stardom. So then Joseph told her that she should keep a diary. He too was going to write his autobiography, the story of his path to power and glory, and he had presold it to a publisher for a huge sum of money. Soon, when the final victory over Judaeo-Bolshevism should have been achieved, he would actually sit down to write it. But to that end, he was keeping a diary.

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