This is a rare find, a novel about war viewed through the lens of execution. Not war or murder per se, but execution.
Colin McDougall, a decorated veteran of the small but ferocious Canadian expeditionary force in WW2, takes us through a novelized version of his own experiences in Sicily and Italy between 1943 - 1945. The book's first inciting incident is the summary and brutal execution of two Italian prisoners of war by the Canadians in a Sicilian barnyard. The second is a massive attack on the seemingly impregnable Adolf Hitler Line south of Rome by the Canadian division, a bloody massacre which its own commanding general likens to a formal execution of his own men. The last is the execution by firing squad of a Canadian soldier following his court-martial for murder. All of these incidents are woven together, as are the lives and the deaths of the characters involved, to form a tapestry -- not about war exactly, but rather the effect that ending human lives has on the human beings tasked with ending them.
McDougall is a startling writer. His prose often rises to the lyrical, and his insights into human nature buckling and occasionally strengtehning under the extreme pressures of war is profound. Nobody who reads EXECUTION will forget Ian Kildare, the cigar-waving brigade commander who travels with a personal bagpiper and takes sadistic relish in insulting his superiors; or Philip Doorn, the platoon chaplain who goes so insane he has nowhere to go but back to sanity; or Bunny Bazin, the battalion commander who accepts his own inevitable death in battle so completely he takes conscious steps not to try to avoid it. And McDougall's description of the Battle of the Hitler Line rises to the epic: I actually got goosebumps at its mixture of mindless butchery and accidental glory.
The cultural links between Britain and Canada show strongly in McDougall's writing. EXECUTION, despite its dark subject matter, is laced with dry (but stinging) English-style wit which occasionally rises to the level of black comedy or even satire; fans of Evelyn Waugh and Derek Robinson will smile at his tongue-in-cheek depictions of idiot bureacracy, fools in uniform, ironic outcomes and eccentricities often indistinguishable from madness.
There are admittedly a few sluggish chapters and the pace of the narrative sometimes loses its rhythm, but overall I would not only say this is a terrific novel, I think it's one of the better novels I've ever read and certainly a classic of war literature.