Whenever Martin was home, he’d flip around and invariably end up on the History Channel, watching some World War II documentary. I called it the Hitler Channel, since it always featured a Nazi rally or tanks moving on Poland.[…]When we got back to our fairy-tale building in Brooklyn, I cooked and worked and made our bed after we made love in it. I didn’t even mind when he played his music too loud. I didn't mind the Hitler Channel, really.