In Berlin, 1930, the name K sebier is on everyone's lips. A literal combination of the German words for "cheese" and "beer," it's an unglamorous name for an unglamorous man-a small-time crooner who performs nightly on a shabby stage for laborers, secretaries, and shopkeepers. Until the press shows up. In the blink of an eye, this everyman is made a star- a star who can sing songs for a troubled time. Margot Weissmann, the arts patron, hosts champagne breakfasts for K sebier; Muschler the banker builds a theater in his honor; Willi Fr chter, a parvenu writer, makes a mint off K sebier-themed business ventures and books. All the while, the journalists who catapulted K sebier to fame watch the monstrous media machine churn in amazement-and are aghast at the demons they have unleashed. In K sebier Takes Berlin, the journalist Gabriele Tergit wrote a searing satire of the excesses and follies of the Weimar Republic. Chronicling a country on the brink of fascism and a press on the edge of collapse, Tergit's novel caused a sensation when it was published in 1931. As witty as Kurt Tucholsky and as trenchant as Karl Kraus, Tergit portrays a world too entranced by fireworks to notice its smoldering edges.
