“Please, mein Herr, shoot the children cleanly.”
― Jonathan Littell, The Kindly Ones

Such a fiercely compelling novel, one of the most evil stories ever told. I had to listen to the audio book while taking my walks and let all the evil from the novel run down my legs and out the bottom of my feet; so much evil, thus my initial reluctance to write a review and highly recommend. However, the writing is excellent and the insights on human nature, history and culture numerous.

The first-person narrator starts his story by telling us nowadays his head begins to rage with the roar of a crematorium, that when he is at a bar he pictures someone entering with a shotgun and blasting away; that when he is watching a film in a theater he imagines a live grenade under the seats; that when he is among dozens of happy families on a pleasant Sunday afternoon attending a festival in the town square he sees a car filled with explosives blowing up, turning the festivities into unending carnage, blood and guts everywhere, groan, screams, pitiful cries filling the air and then a long harrowing silence and emptiness for the survivors.

Such are his thoughts since, as he also tells us, he is a veritable memory machine, unceasingly manufacturing memories whenever he has the time to think. Thus, he discovers when he once took a leave-of-absence from his responsibilities as manager of a lace factory, he can’t be left alone too long to think.

So, Little’s novel has Maximilien Aue recounting memories in the spaces between his normal round of work and family, recounting memories as a man in his mid-fifties currently living in 1970s France. And what is the focus of his memories? Back when he was a young man, an Untersturmführer, that is, a Nazi SS Lieutenant living through the bitter cold and mass killings at the Russian Front, the slaughter of the concentration camps, the murders he committed with both his own pistol or his own hands, the perversions of his personal life and violence of his family life, all recounted and reported in chilling detail, in a narrative voice unflinchingly calculating and as cold and as hard as steel, say the steel of an abandoned tank in subzero January. As a good number of readers have remarked once finishing this thousand pager, not an easy read, in many respects, a downright harrowing and horrifying read. Once read, never forgotten.

Rather than the killings, slaughter, perversions and other violations of humanity in Max’s waking life, I will synopsize four of the Nazi SS officer’s vivid, intense dreams:

ONE: Max is on a high cliff watching a procession of gondolas glide down a river, he clearly sees his gorgeous identical twin sister sitting cross-legged, her long flowing black hair falling over her perfectly shaped breasts. (Sidebar: in real life Max is sexual infatuated and romantically in love with Una, his identical twin sister). Max shouts her name many times. She raises her head and their eyes meet. At this point Max feels violent stomach cramps, undoes his pants and squats down, but instead of shit, real live bees, spiders and scorpions gush out his anus. He screams out and then turns his head and sees identical twin young boys staring at him in silence.

TWO: Max is gliding at different levels high up in the sky looking down, almost more like a camera than a human, looking down at a huge city set out on a uniform grid, seeing thousands and thousands of blue-eyed men and women and children, faceless, moving mechanically through birth, growth, adulthood and death creating a perfect equilibrium which reminds Max of what an ideal concentration camp would be like.

THREE: In a dark bedroom Max sees a tall beautiful woman in a long white dress. He recognizes the woman is his sister. She suffers uncontrollable convulsions and diarrhea, black shit oozes through her white dress causing Max to experience great disgust and nausea.

FOUR: Max exchanges cloths with his sister Una, he putting on her dress, she putting on his uniform. He sits in her chair at her dressing table and then Una carefully makes up his face, combing his hair, applying lipstick. Una then straps on an ebony phallus. After an intense session of intertwining like snakes, Max rests on the floor and says he is her sister and she is her brother to which Una replies that you are my sister and I am your brother.

Of course, we could envision what a psychoanalyst, either a Freudian or a Jungian or an analyst from any other school would make of Max’s dreams. Let me simply conclude by saying that anybody wishing to read this novel must be prepared for the many more brutal, cruel and murderous scenes of Max’s waking life, reminding me of the hell scenes of the artist Hieronymus Bosch . Again, one of the most evil tales ever told.

An amazingly well-written book from such a charged and controversial perspective. The subject matter obviously makes this not the easiest read in the world, and the author is DEFINITELY not shy about depicting the grotesque and disgusting in a straight-forward, direct manner. If you think you can get past those two hurdles, I HIGHLY recommend for anyone interested in World War II.

Hard to decide exactly how to rate this. In the one hand it’s a pretty spectacular achievement. On the other it’s a bit all over the place at times and is incredibly long. Video review coming soon once I collect my thoughts.

I love this book, but I've only been able to read it in its entirety once. This is not because of the amount of pages (ca. 900), but because it's a heavy read. It's an intense, haunting story, and it sucks you in, so beware. A must-read if you're interested in World War II.

I'm really not sure what to say about this one. Dr Aue is a Nazi bureaucrat, mostly tasked with the logistics of "The Jewish Question" who travels throughout World War Two in time and place, happening to end up at most of the crucial junctures of the conflict and meet many of the men making the critical decisions. Aue prides himself on efficiency and is incredibly monotone in his descriptions. This leaves most of the beginning of the book pretty boring, lots of lists of ranks and tactical positions, small towns in Poland and the Caucasus and long ideological conversations. It was such an enormous tome that I can't remember whether Aue somehow ended up in Stalingrad or at the concentration camps first, but as you can imagine things get pretty horrendous and the detail delivered in monotone is more effecting.

I could cope with that. I believe that these stories need to be told, that we need to remember the facts and the brutality to avoid making such enormous mistakes again. But things start to unravel in The Kindly Ones. As more is revealed about Aue's private life, Littell tries to paint him as more and more deviant. Outside of his devotion to the intricacies of his job and Nazi idealism, he was a twin, deeply in love/lust with his sister, who has since married a famous composer. He also hates his step father, who he may or may not have killed along with his mother on a trip home. We are privy to his worst sexual fantasies, his rather twisted ideas of eroticism, and way more bodily fluids and references to "my sex" than I ever imagined possible. Perhaps that's a translational quirk, but it was really irritating.

The other thing that drove me mad was the fact that when things started to really fall apart, Aue always managed to meet up with his buddies, be caught up with by the police chasing him despite Stalingrad or Berlin being blown to smithereens around him, creating a ridiculous contrived ending. I was shocked by the lack of mercy shown by the allies in the destruction of Berlin by the end, but it was the pure facts that moved me in the novel, not the awful pretentious writing and the cheap tactics of his personality traits.

I can't say any more. But this was a mission, and not particularly worth it.

WWII told from the side of the SS, by a Frenchman. Arguably best WWII novel ever (certainly best I've read) and an eloquent comment on post WWII German guilt and hipocrisy