It would be a much better novel if, say, twenty pages of repetition were edited out. (The worst repetition is that TWO men in the course of the novel soil their pants and are ashamed!) As it stands, the book is boring in quite a few places because the ending is given at the beginning and we are progressing towards the doom. However, I liked the structure (alternating chapters before and after) - that is, I liked the idea. Alas, I never grew to like any of the characters (closest to liking was the sad figure of Frau Hoffer), felt the Jewish girl's diary notes in italics were intrusive, missed humour in dialogue, wondered why I was reading this book. And yet, on the positive side, I was attracted to art - the paintings that Herr Hoffer and his colleagues at the museum were trying to save. The numerous names mentioned in the novel made me realise how little I know of German art.
I should have really given it two stars but something about the idea says, three.