Though this blog platform is usually reserved for writing about movies, Howard Rodman’s novel is totally filmic and he himself has served as President of the Writers Guild of America, so that is close enough. Moreover after spending a total of two years in Berlin in the past three years and going into my next six months here, this ode to Berlin is particularly pleasing to me. — This novel is a fictional account of Fritz Lang’s last year in Berlin in 1933. Not a very good year. He is estranged from his wife Thea von Harbou — long time collaborator on his best films, M, Metropolis, Doctor Mabuse. …