The story is, very much, about Geli, with her odd Uncle Adolf (who is quite estranged from his family) showing up intermittently until he finally becomes the dominant figure in her life.

death did not derail her uncle's rise to political power. Hitler would not die for another 14 years, when he committed suicide in his bunker below the garden of the Reich chancellery in Berlin. Official judgment,” it read. “Adolf Hitler, born Braunau am Inn, Upper Austria, on 20 April 1889. Religion: Catholic. Father: civil servant (deceased). Education: four forms, Realschule. Sample drawings: Inadequate; few heads.”Later we’ll witness Hitler’s idea of love, but in the meanwhile we read in a state of queasy disbelief as the "man of destiny" gropes his niece who counts the number of times he’s reached second base. This is simultaneously prurient and grossly trivializing, as if history might have been different if only Hitler wasn’t sexually frustrated. Hitler's Niece is a well written book about Adolf Hitler "relationship" with his niece Geli Raubal. It's a entertaining book nonetheless, if your interested in learning about how Adolf Hitler was before he started his Nazi Rise to power. Hitler once said that "Geli was the only woman I've ever loved" and you can see how that statement is true in the book. However his actions clearly show that he doesn't know what love is, he wanted a very controlling relationship where literally Geli couldn't do anything without his premission. Once Geli is in her mid and late teens she, at least, becomes (for a short while) the book's only three-dimensional character.

Hello? are you asleep yet? I nearly was. As you see, this stuff could have been cut and pasted from some really dull textbook. And there’s much more… but I’ll spare you. It’s not like this is stuff you need to know to understand what’s going off in the life of Adolph, it’s all just noises off, and anyone with the merest grasp of German inter-war history can do without Ron’s history lectures.

Springtime for Hitler, in Love With His Niece

Aunt Johanna tut-tutted while Angela forced Geli to try her left breast. And now Hitler was pacing around the dining room table. Did Aunt Johanna know he’d walked the streets of Wien for a full afternoon and not found one true Austrian? Really. Yesterday he’d gone into a café to read a newspaper and found many hanging on canes, but in Czech, Italian, Polish, and Croatian, not one in German! Equality of the races, pah! It was shameful. Hitler half-turned, but saw Geli was still feeding, so he faced the hanging portrait of Alois, his strict, pompous, irritable, authoritarian father, who’d died in 1903.