In early 1936, she published her weightiest piece yet—a three-part Profile of Adolf Hitler. This one, too, was a write-around: unlike Dorothy Thompson, an American journalist who had interviewed Hitler for Cosmopolitan (and whose unflattering portrayal got her kicked out of Germany), Flanner never secured an interview with the Führer, and it’s not clear how hard she pushed for one. She was neither an antifascist, like her friend Dorothy Parker, nor a Fascist, like her friend Ezra Pound; she was against crude bigotry, but she was not the world’s greatest philo-Semite. (In a letter to her mother, she once denigrated the writer Rebecca West as “a little Jewish.”) “Dictator of a nation devoted to splendid sausages, cigars, beer, and babies, Adolf Hitler is a vegetarian, teetotaller, nonsmoker, and celibate,” the first sentence of the Profile read. She had him pegged as a strange little man, teeming with contradictions—true, but hardly the most salient of his known flaws, even then.