by Albert Speer.Macmillan, $13.95. During the twenty years spent in prison for his service as Hitler’s architect and minister of war production. Albert Speer succeeded in keeping, and periodically smuggling out, a diary. This document is fascinating reading on several counts, the first of which is Speer himself; the man is good company. His recollections of Hitler, his agonized and subtle analyses of his own guilt, his attempts to find the reasons for his admitted criminality, his ingenuity in finding projects to mitigate the boredom of confinement (one of them was an imaginary hike around the world), the lively sketches of Hess, Dönitz, Neurath, and Sehirach, are all steadily interesting. The diary reveals something else which the author may not specifically have intended, that is, the demoralizing effect of prison routine on everyone involved. Compared to ordinary pokeys, Spandau was a paradise of good behavior; yet petty quarrels, childish bullying, and tantrums over trifles were regular diversions with both guards and prisoners, illicit communications with the outside world flourished, and not one prisoner altered his opinions as a result of his punishment, if this is what happens in a good prison, there seems little hope that the average establishment can improve anybody’s conduct. Translated by Richard and Clara Winston. Photographs.