Life
Annemarie Reinhard was born in Dresden. After her finishing high school, she worked as a tailor. She joined the Socialist Unity Party of Germany in 1948. A friendship connected her with Danish author Martin Andersen Nexø. She began in 1949 to publish her literary works. Together with her husband, the writer Götz Gode, she lived in Dresden until her death.
Annemarie Reinhard wrote novels and narratives for adults and children. Her novel Treibgut dealt with the fate of two refugee orphans after World War II, Tag im Nebel is the history of an escape from the French Foreign Legion and Flucht aus Hohenwaldau is themed around the state organized Nazi eugenics during the Third Reich.
Annemarie Reinhard was a member of the Schriftstellerverband of East Germany and functioned as chairwoman of the Bezirk Dresden association from 1956. She would receive the 1960 Heinrich Mann Prize and the 1964 Martin Andersen Nexö Kunstpreis of the City of Dresden.
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