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What A Tough Read, Sep 5 2009
I am adding to the reviews here because none have yet mentioned the style in which this book is written, the story told. It is one of those books where paragraphs can go on for 10 to 12 pages, with no break. There is endless and pointless detail which seemed to have no purpose except to impress with the amount of research done. Somewhere around page 780 the author says 'all this bureaucratic detail is probably boring you' and I screamed ... YES AND IT HAS FOR 780 PAGES. I kept on reading simply to finish the book as I'd invested so much time and the story buried under and the pages of detail, endless pointless discussions, was interesting. Will you know more about the war afterwards? Yes. Will you be entertained while learning? Occasionaly but rarely. Should the author be spanked for indulging himself while boring us? Yes, absolutely.
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The Kindly Ones, Avril 25 2009
Although written as a novel, this book is historically factual, both from a genocidal and narrative account of World War II. It is written in a style that keeps the reader spellbound from beginning to end. It makes one pause to consider the human race's capabilites for evil and indifference in the face of mass murder and the motivations of those involved in crimes against humanity. I believe what we have here is a book that is destined to become a masterpiece.
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On dialectics of SSman mind, Mars 4 2009
In past, it is now some years ago, I have reviewed for Amazon French edition of Littells Les Bienveillantes (see my review of French version). For me, at the time, it was not as much a literary challenge, but, rather an emotional and, pardon me for this expression, a nostalgic endower. Few of you readers would appreciate what thoughts and emotions, in the mind of Auschwitz survivor (a vanishing group of individuals of which I am a member) will be evoked and stirred, upon reading this novel.
As I predicted at this time, English translation indeed precipitated plethora of reviews in most influential journals and periodicals. Timbre of expressed opinions varied from enthusiastic approval to a yawn. Some are consonant with my judgment that the book is modern equivalent of War and peace. Some see it as gory pornography, while some as additional confirmation of Holocaust. Few, though, see Littells opus as mussing on the theme of dialectic unity of good and evil in human mind. Was Dr. Max Aue, SSman and narrator, an evil monster, senseless psychopath or, perhaps, example of unbalanced blend (as we all are with, thanks god, less pronounced dichotomy), of good and evil Was it possibly an intention of Littell?
And this prompts me to present here a partial copy of my old review. In this present review I will insert my reflections on cohabitation in our mind of seemingly opposite values and judgments.
And here is my modified review of French version of Les Biennveillantes:
Book certainly deserves Prix Goncourt- most prestigious French literary award. Expect, when eventually translated to English, to evoke furor of prizes and indignation (we all like to see war in black and white).
It is both tempting and hart breaking project, for this reviewer, a survivor of Nazi concentration camp, to evaluate this book
Littells prose flows with exclusive smoothness. Excellent researching on fine details be it geography, ethnology, languages or jargon of concentration camps. Littell's historical accounts are well researched and far from fiction. In a way book resembles "War and peace", also a lengthy war story of real historical events and real historical actors with fictitious heroes
And now short summary of events and coloring of those events as narrated by hero.
Hero: ex high positioned SSman, concealed homosexual, living serenely incognito and, while deriving his income in lace manufacturing, feels compelled to recount his war experiences. He writes for himself. He is well to do and needs, god forbid, no justifications for his past. He wants to tell that he and you, the reader, are just same human beings. After all, he concludes, The only indispensable for human life is air, drink and excretion, and, oh yes, pursue of truth. The rest is facultatif.
And so, our hero after joining SS travels east across Russia with, at the beginning, victorious German troops. There is a lot of work to do and lot to improve. So many humans to be eliminated, so many technical problems mowing (machine-gunning) Jews at the edge of pit turns to mess: some victims jump in, some just wounded squirming below. Good organization prevails. One orders those condemned to lay side by side, like sardines, and than machinegun them. Than top it with layer of soil, and with another human strata ingenious. After the work it is time to relax, to have glass of cognac and listen to good music. Yes, our hero is knowledgeable music lover: SS captures young Jewish boy who plays piano as a genius. They advance him to be sort of a mascot who plays in their officers club. Boy plays Bach and Chopin and Mozart to applauses. Narrator, our SSman, befriends him, has talks and share enthusiasm and appreciation of music. He promises him to have notes of Couperin to be send from Paris. (Oh, what an admirable side of Dr.Aue psyche). One day, boy attempts to help in repairing broken lorry. In the act, his hand is thorn. And so his fate is sealed. He is not of use. Narrator comforts him and than take him to Sturmfuhrer who will, in turn, conduct boy to execution. Before parting narrator begs Sturmfuhrer "please be gentle with this boy". Couple of days afterward package with Couperin notes arrive. (Our SSman is sad)
As we advance into immenseness of Russia things are getting rough. Lousy ersatz cafe, limited food, frost bites, and those damn Russian partisans: Russian partisans (terrorists) make procedure of liberation and democratization of Russia by well wishing Germans difficult. In stead of appreciation (and flowers) there are daily attacks and sabotages. SS captures Russian partisan girl. She is beautiful and full of rage. She is led to be hanged. All witnessing officers line up by the gallows and, one by one, in line, approaches bound girl with a rope attached to her neck. One by one kiss her affectionately and gently. When all those in line passed by, stool under her feet is kicked out.
And finely battle for Stalingrad. For surrounded Germans life is a hard and grim there. Dr. Interrogates, or rather interview, captive Russian officer. There is no brutality in this scene. Prisoner and SSman smoke, engage in discussion and share opinions, recollections, and projections of forthcoming events. Upon conclusion of this amicable chat Russian is offered pack of cigarettes and is escorted out by Ukrainian SSman his life will end shortly. In the vastness and desolation of Volga shore our hero receives bullet trough head. While in suspended mental consciousness he revives his dreams of only female, and incestuous, partner of his life his sister. He survives, is decorated and promoted. As a convalescent returns to France visiting his mother and step father. Without ever realizing it he murders both. Back to work, this time in managing intricacies of concentration camps. He is rational, if not sympathetic, observer. He realizes needs for better food and hygiene of working prisoners as a prerequisite of efficient production. (In this section of book Author displays remarkable level of erudition and knowledge of intricacies of concentration camps). Russians are advancing. Our hero treks trough Pomeranian forest evading Russian tanks and joins his troops. Back in Berlin he witness, sort of sinking Titanic syndrome of partying. Cleverly and ruthlessly eliminating witnesses to his past, returns, under new name, to live as a successful lace manufacturer. And, for his own satisfaction, to write memoirs confined for the rest of his life to his desk drawer: The lonely and melancholic reflections on guilt and predetermination of life events.
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