Finally -- and this is the book's real focus -- we turn to Alfried Krupp, the last Krupp to runthe Essen steelworks. Manchester gives over about 1/3 of the book to detailing Alfried'sinvolvement in the Nazi slavery racket and his subsequent conviction for war crimes. As Manchestershows, the Krupp crimes were at least as serious, if not worse, than those of I.G. Farben, and it isnothing short of extraordinary that Alfried von Krupp was pardoned by the American militarygovernor. Krupp went on to refloat the Krupp works, only to see it collapse under a mountain ofdebt in 1968.
This is a book that takes us from the giddy heights of nineteenth century robberbaron-ism to the full unmitigated horrors of the Nazi war complex, and manages to mix humour (formuch of the early Krupp saga is frankly hilarious) with deep compassion and sensitivity to thevictims of the war. A tour de force.
The Arms of Krupp (out of print), and manyothers of the canon are seminal works with a devoted readership. Perhaps the right marketingopportunity simply has yet to strike. Making a movie (and a bad one at that) about Pearl Harborpopped even the questionable Gordon Prange back into prominence. Clearly, in these days when bookpublishers are conveniently tied into the entertainment world as a matter of corporate domain, thelonely vigil of the Manchester devotee must await the serendipity of Hollywood. Until then, Mr.Manchester I laud you with the words of one still in print:
"To me fair friend you can never beold,For as you were when first your eye I eyed,Such seems your beauty still."