Littel’s big book may be a masterpiece
I’ve read only the first 200 pages, just 1/5th, of Jonathan Littel’s The Kindly Ones, but so far it has all the art, seriousness, and structure of a great, great novel. The New York Times‘ hard-to-please Michiko Kakutani, in a bitter (even for her) condemnation of the book, calls The Kindly Ones, “a voyeuristic spectacle — like watching a slasher film with lots of close-ups of blood and guts” and “a pointless compilation of atrocities and anti-Semitic remarks, pointlessly combined with a gross collection of sexual fantasies.” She couldn’t be more wrong.
Yes, there’s plenty of death in this new addition to Holocaust literature, but I would not call it “blood and guts” or “voyeuristic” or “pointless.” How does one describe 39,000 Jews killed at Babi Yar from the point of view of one of those in charge, one of the murderers? One can neither honor the dead nor attempt to understand the motivations and the emotions of the murderers without the kind of clear-eyed, simple, and restrained (however voluminous) prose that Littel has assembled here. The only alternative, it seems to me, is not to attempt to write about it at all.
But this is not a book solely about how the Nazis, the Waffen SS in particular, perpetrated the “Final Solution.” It is not a documentary, but a novel, which traces the experiences of a single SS officer from his time on the Russian front to Auschwitz and beyond the end of the war.
Specifically so that we do not excuse the narrator on the grounds of being either an animal or a madman (though at times he is both), Littel has created a flesh and blood character, brilliant and complex. He is bisexual, incestuous, and possibly matricidal not because the author wishes to push his narrator (as well as his narrative) to every extreme, for the sake of extremity, but because he intends to make him (and the story he is telling) as compelling as possible. He is Alex from A Clockwork Orange without the jokes — a less-elegant Humbert Humbert of genocide.
Perhaps I’ll feel differently about this book by the time I’ve finished it, weeks from now — if so, I’ll let you know — but for now I can’t wait to get back to it.
Latest posts by Christopher Guerin (Posts)
- A Sunday on La Grande Jatte (Seurat) - August 3, 2013
- Hyde Mill (Sandy Ellarson) - July 27, 2013
- Hands and Feet (Alice Bea Guerin) - July 20, 2013
- Cafe Terrace at Night (Van Gogh) - July 13, 2013
- Winter Landscape (Sesshu) - July 6, 2013
Discussion Area - Leave a Comment