Adolf Hitler is like that bad tooth you can’t keep your tongue off, though it hurts to touch it. Seventy-two years postwar, he keeps surfacing. He fascinates. All the way up and all the way down the age scale — from Deputy Prime Minister Taro Aso, 76, who last week praised Hitler’s “motives,” to the teen and barely post-teen girl band Keyakizaka46, who last Halloween performed in Nazi drag — he fascinates.
There is no one in world history quite like him. Artist-manque, philosopher-manque, actor-manque, revolutionary-manque — everything about him was manque, until he turned the tables on his mockers.