The Cold War was not an event. It was the air you breathed.
I could not remember being without it even if I was about as aware of
it as air itself. It was there. It was air, it was smoke—it was the
smoke curling up from ashes of Berlin in 1945.
So. . .we breathed this chilly air for a lifetime.
I’m a child of the Age of Austerity, born just after the hot war,
which blended almost seamlessly into the cold war. The last relic of the
hot war was rationing, which lasted in Britain until 1957 (about as
long as it took Russia to release the last German POWs), although most
food items had come off by 1952. I still have my ration book. Pinned up
above my desk as a ‘memento-I-know-not what.’ It was a potent symbol of
the war we had won, lingering into the new era, the news from Berlin and
Korea, of the war we could not win. ... [mehr] http://lithub.com/cold-war-noir-10-novels-that-defined-an-anxious-era/
[G. Greene, I. Fleming, R. Condon, J. le Carré, L. Deighton, I. McEwan, J. Kanon, A. Monroe]
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