This book is based on a brilliant concept – the absurdity of a man obsessed with investigating a single murder case in the midst of mass murder as the Third Reich begins to collapse.
It is almost inevitable that the book falls short of the idea. National Socialism is itself such an absurdity – a tragic and obscene absurdity but still an absurdity – that satire becomes redundant.
In any case, Kirst does not seem to have made up his mind whether he was writing a satire or a crime thriller, so the book succeeds as neither. He is at his weakest when trying to be profound, putting philosophical speeches in the mouths of his characters and even sometimes in the narrative. Although these sometimes contain good points, it would perhaps have been better if Kirst had let the reader work them out for himself rather hit him over the head with them.
There is also a lack of self-perception in the way that Kirst invites us to condemn the narrow-mindedness of Germans under National Socialism and, more subtly, in the days of the Post-War 'economic miracle' without questioning his own bias. In judging others for their failure to examine the norms of their time and place, he lays down moral absolutes with a high hand, blind to the fact that he is guilty of the same sin. Having been a serving officer in the War and, apparently, a Party member himself, he is eager to stress that he is not like most of the characters he portrays, and in doing so falls into the 'them' and 'us' mentality that was at the root of National Socialism.
So he makes his hero a politically aware officer of the Abwehr – the military intelligence department that provided a refuge for many opponents of Hitler – rather than a simple policeman doing is job under impossible circumstances, which might have been more effective. Colonel Grau is in no doubt about the immorality of the State he serves – even if, hypocritically, he continues to serve it in a position of rank and influence – so we never get to consider properly the more difficult ethical question of the extent to which an apolitical functionary should obey and serve an immoral government.
None of this detracts from the entertainment value of the book, which is considerable, but Kirst appears to have been aspiring to something higher and he fails in that. There is a truly great novel to be written on how National Socialism succeeded in normalising itself, so that millions of perfectly decent Germans co-operated with it. The paradox is that perhaps such a book could only be written by someone of Kirst's generation, who experienced it first hand, but they are the people most unwilling to admit that they were themselves the 'normal' people in question.