Following in the footsteps of Christopher Isherwood

22 rue Adolphe Max, Brussels: sometime home of Christopher Isherwood

The photo above is of 22 rue Adolphe Max in the centre of Brussels. Nothing distinctive about that, you might think, except if it was in England it would certainly be graced with a blue plaque in honour of its one-time inhabitant. The late, great British writer Christopher Isherwood briefly lived here in 1932. Isherwood is probably best known for the adaptations of his beautifully written novella, Sally Bowles, which became Cabaret on film, starring Liza Minelli and a successful Broadway production, starring Julie Harris. Recently, the Oscar-nominated film adaptation of A Single Man, starring Colin Firth in Tom Ford’s directorial debut, brought Isherwood’s work back into the spotlight.

Having recently read Isherwood’s Berlin Stories - the subtly sinister Mr Norris Changes Trains and the surreally evocative Goodbye to Berlin - I am officially in thrall to his genius. A master of prose, his delicate re-creation of character and events makes the reader feel as if they, too, have lived his life and been a party to his times. This feeling of intimacy is further enhanced on reading Christopher and his kind, Isherwood’s autobiography of his Berlin years, from 1929 to 1939. Against the encroaching political backdrop of Nazism, and in the final days of the Weimar Republic, Isherwood captures a period of decadence and impending, unstoppable loss. Rather than joining any of the political movements that were prevalent at the time (although he flirted with Communism, he was never really committed), Isherwood contributed to the cause and halted time the best way he could - by documenting it in his inimitable, timeless style.

An honest, unselfish writer, Isherwood gives us an insight into how he used the people and events of his life by explaining the fictionalisation of his novels in Christopher and his kind. The sections that explain his creative and literary process are invaluable to the novice who, like me, is struggling with the indistinct line between truth and fiction. The struggle continues but, thanks to Isherwood, the line is a little bit clearer.