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|title=Serving the Reich: The Struggle for the Soul of Physics under Hitler
|author=Philip Ball
|rating=4.5
|genre=History
|summary=Picture yourself in Nazi Germany, at any time of the Reich's powers. What do you do, and how do you behave? Do you recognise the fact Jews are being oppressed and have been since the first days of the Nazi regime? Do you do anything about this, or are you aware of the problems the country has had due to losing the Great War and having the whole Weimar Republic and hyperinflation, and just look after number one? Now picture yourself as a scientist. All you've known your adult life has been to furthering your knowledge in, say, physics. Do you again work purely for your own ends? For the country's – knowing all about its rulers? Or can you segregate your bosses and their leaders from your needs, and perhaps seek knowledge for the sake of the world? It's probably not a conundrum that has hit you before, given its scientific bent, but it's worth looking at what was going on at that time. Which way did Planck walk? Did Heisenberg have principles?
|amazonuk=<amazonuk>0099581647</amazonuk>
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{{newreview
|title=Slideshow: Memories of a Wartime Childhood
|summary=The concept of people from overseas countries buying and owning old and long-established British industries and works of art is not new. Yet one of the most unusual sales of this kind occurred in March 1968. It was a time of British economic crisis (where and when have we heard that before) and the ‘I’m Backing Britain’ campaign, and a time when the concept of heritage was unfashionable and the authorities seemed to attach more value to modernity than to relics of the Regency and the Victorian age.
|amazonuk=<amazonuk>0099565765</amazonuk>
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{{newreview
|title=Born in Siberia
|author=Tamara Astafieva, Michael Darlow and Debbie Slater
|rating=4.5
|genre=Autobiography
|summary=I tend to shy away from reviewing book titles, but this time it seems appropriate – here it's a title that doesn't tell you the half of the story. As much as Tamara Astafieva was born in Siberia, and returned there several times, for many different reasons and with many very different outcomes, this is much more of a picture of the Soviet Union as we in Britain think of it – Moscow, a bit of Saint Petersburg, and little else. That's not a fault – and again it's not half of the story. The story here is so complex, so rich with detail and incident, and itself came about in such an unusual way, that any summary of the book has its work cut out in defining its many qualities.
|amazonuk=<amazonuk>0704373343</amazonuk>
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