Biography
Albert Johannes Reimann was born on 18 November 1889 in Leipzig where he grew up. He studied German philology and art history at the Kunstakademie in Munich. After serving in the German army during World War I, he published the satirical journal Der Drache (The Dragon) in Leipzig from 1919 till 1921 from 1924 till 1929 the Stachelschwein (Porcupine) in Frankfurt on the Main. He worked also for the satirical Simplicissimus and Die Weltbühne and founded the cabarets "Retorte" (in Leipzig) und "Astoria" (in Frankfurt on the Main.). He lived in Berlin since 1925.
Having expressed critiques of the Nazis and planned a Hitler parody under the title Mein Krampf (My Cramp), he experienced great difficulties and was blacklisted by the Nazi regime. He wrote under several pseudonyms and also co-wrote with Heinrich Spoerl. A secret report by Carl Zuckmayer, who worked for a US agency, suggested,that Reimann published in anti-semitic journals and found ways of arranging himself with the Nazis, (a similar allegation by Moritz Lederer was in an 1958 court case judged unfounded). After the fall of the "Third Reich" in 1945, Reimann was forbidden to publish in Allied-occupied Germany until 1948. Then he began writing for the Munich satirical journal Simpl, moved 1951 to Schmalenbeck near Hamburg and published Literazzia. He died on 13th June 1969 in Schmalenbeck.
Hans Reimann is the grandfather of the German lyricist Andreas Reimann.
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