“It is a moving record of a man who, though he seems to be unconscious of it, is one of the noble and heroic spirits of our . . . times.”
So ends William L. Shirer’s review of From Day to Day, first published on this day 72 years ago.
Shirer was already a best-selling author by 1949. His Berlin Diary and End of a Berlin Diary had earned him that distinction. It would be another ten years before he achieved even more lasting fame with the publication of The Rise and Fall of the Third Reich.
Shirer’s review, accompanied by some of Nansen’s illustrations, appeared in the New York Herald Tribune Book Review. [Those of you who have heard my lecture on Fridtjof Nansen may recall that it was James Gordon Bennett, the owner of the New York Herald, who organized and financed the ill-fated Jeannette Expedition (1879-81). The loss of the Jeannette helped Nansen plan his own approach to the North Pole in 1893. The New York Herald and the New York Tribune merged in 1924. The New York Herald Tribune ceased operation in 1966.]
Shirer begins his review in a defensive mood:
“This poignant record of a Norwegian’s three years of captivity under the master race may get a mixed reception in a land of short memory that happily escaped the horrors of a Nazi occupation.”
Writing in End of a Berlin Diary, published in 1947, Shirer claimed to have been told “by a British and an American publisher that the people in Great Britain and America are sick to death of books about German atrocities.” He repeats the same claim in this review. But, Shirer pleads, “This book is different from all the others [I have] read.” Sure, it also contains unspeakable barbarities. “But [Nansen’s diary] rises above them and reminds us in never-to-be-forgotten pages how noble and generous the human spirit can be in the face of terrible adversity.”
Although it is not known if Shirer and Nansen ever met, Shirer had been continuously reporting from Europe since 1925, and knew Odd Nansen’s father, Fridtjof, well:
“Fridtjof Nansen . . . dedicated the last years of his life to helping the refugees–the displaced persons, as we call them now—of the first world war. This reviewer still remembers the old gentleman, with his thick white hair and his lively eyes, stamping around the palace of the League of Nations in Geneva and forcing the harried statesmen of the world to heed him and his endeavors to find homes for the world’s homeless. Hundreds of thousands were saved by ‘Nansen passports.’”
Shirer recounts the degradations Odd Nansen experienced in prison, and the even worse examples he saw but luckily personally escaped. And in “dreaded Sachsenhausen . . . he had to steel himself to see much worse.” Yet Shirer concludes that what makes Nansen’s diary—written “magnificently free of bitterness or hate or revenge”—so unique is this:
“Nansen never gave up nor did he lose his faith in mankind, in men’s courage, their integrity and their capacity to love.”
Words true 72 years ago, words true today.