On Anne – Caroline Moorehead in TLS:

‘Joop van Wijk-Voskuijl would probably never have told his mother’s story had he not been approached by Jeroen De Bruyn, a fifteen-year-old schoolboy who had become fascinated by the identity of the almost unknown helper. Together they have written The Last Secret of the Secret Annex, which starts as a portrait of a young woman who became depressed and suicidal, and turns into an attempt to solve the exhaustively researched and never answered question of who betrayed the Franks to the Germans. For many years the finger of blame has been pointed at a disaffected warehouse manager, Willem van Maaren. But evidence has emerged from a police source that the voice of the betrayer was female, and Wijk-Voskuijl believes that one of the causes of his mother’s extreme distress and secretiveness was that the betrayer may have been her sister Nelly, who had affairs with Germans during the war, and that Bep had lived with this terrible knowledge.
Hannah Pick-Goslar, who died in October 2022 at the age of ninety-three, tells a simpler tale. Her father, an Orthodox Jew and former deputy cabinet minister in Weimar Germany, managed to move his family from Berlin to Amsterdam in 1933. Hannah and Anne became friends, though Anne’s moodiness and desire to be the centre of attention sometimes made relations tricky. When the Franks disappeared overnight, ostensibly to Switzerland, leaving breakfast on the table, Hannah mourned her friend. Much of her memoir tells of her own family’s traumatic war, her mother dying while giving birth to her third child, Hannah’s attempts to look after her small sister, Gabi, and the deaths of her father and grandmother in Bergen-Belsen. It was there that she met up briefly with Anne and Margot, and tried to get food to them in the days before they died from typhus. My Friend Anne Frank is good on the seven months that Hannah spent in Westerbork, the Dutch way station to the Nazi camps, and on her successful attempts to save both herself and Gabi in the chaos of liberation.
Too much has been written and too much time has gone by for anything new to be said about Anne Frank. From both these books she emerges as high-spirited, full of curiosity and unpredictable.’

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‘As for Anne, the girl who longed for a future, became infatuated with the adolescent boy in hiding with her and wrote sharp, perceptive remarks about her companions, there is surely nothing more to be said.’

Read the article here.

Moorehead is poo-pooing the literary qualities of Anne Frank’s diary, soit. Also, it should be stressed once more that Anne wasn’t the typical victim of the Holocaust.
Anyhow, after all the ado about Anne Frank’s betrayer earlier this year, see here. (Unfortunately only in German) another suspect appears or reappears. This suspect got much less publicity, probably because she was not Jewish, and also because there was no publicity machine working fulltime to enhance the sales. Needless to say, everyone is entitled to his or her publicity machine.

Suspect or no suspect, going back to Anne’s diary is always helpful.