What a brilliant book.
This is based on the true story of Georg Heuser - a career minded, straight-as-a-die, highly effective, honest Berlin policeman at the outset of the war, reduced to an emotionless, cold blooded murderer by the end of it.
We first meet Heuser as he joins the Berlin criminal police in the early years of World War Two. Working under a legendary detective, he fits into a team of similarly honest coppers, and is thrown into the hunt for the S-Bahn killer, a serial killer who has been raping and murdering women on the Berlin mass transport system.
The story flicks very cleverly between Heuser himself narrating his story from 1941 to 1945, and two lawyers in 1961, who are assembling a case against him for war crimes.
Heuser's story unfolds slowly. In the first half of the book, we see his career progressing as he plays a large part in the capture of the serial killer, and we also start to learn the stories of the two lawyers - lovers, he a world weary Afrika Korps veteran, her too young to have experienced the worst of the war, but full of the idealism and anti-nazism of post war Germany – who are pursuing him.
The book at first seems like a slow moving police procedural. The first part reminded me in many ways of Philip Kerr’s fantastic Bernie Gunther books, one of which actually featured the very same S-Bahn killer.
Then, at almost exactly halfway through (according to my Kindle, anyway) we start to see Heuser's descent, and it is at that point that it becomes very, very different from the Gunther stories.
Despite not being a Nazi party member, as a ranking police officer, Heuser also has an equivalent SS rank. As a result of this, he is transferred into the SS and posted near Minsk, where he will, he is told, be taking part in "special actions".
Initially a proud man, aware of his obligations to the law, we see Heuser start to get involved in the mass executions of Jews. He begins with a disbelief of what is going on, but very early on, we see that he is aware of the moral conundrum of having to carry out orders when those orders are so horrible.
Nonetheless, he carries out these orders, and begins to do so with a dedication to duty which gets more and more horrific.
These are the days before the mechanization of genocide takes place in the camps, so the Germans are killing jews in the most brutal way – lined up on the edge of pits, shot in the back of the head or the neck. The “shipments” arrive, one after the other, to be led to killing grounds and murdered.
This is murder reduced to the banal, the killing of men, women and children reduced to a process akin to working on a factory assembly line. There are few expressions of moral outrage or refusal to do this horrendous job, although the men carrying the “work” out are reduced to shells, dependent on huge amounts of vodka and nicotine to get through the days.
We see Heuser going back to Berlin on leave, and seeking out his former superior at the police to lay out his concerns at the work he is doing.
His superior, a man we are told is an honest, principled man who believes in the rule of law and order, tells him:
“I can not believe that you, or anyone else, would be asked to slaughter your fellow human beings, whatever race or religion ….. We’re the most culturally, scientifically advanced people on earth. We believe in laws, in order, in correct procedures.
So, whatever you’re ordered to do, there will be a reason for it”
And there we have it, the level to which such behavior was accepted because, well, it’s an order and orders are made with good reason.
Heuser returns to Minsk and throws himself into his duties with gusto. What follows are some of the most harrowing pages I’ve read in a long time. He becomes a murder, a mass murder, a rapist, a thief, a liar, a cold blooded, empty shell of a man devoid of human emotion. He murders people on a whim. In one particularly horrible scene, he has three partisans burned to death.
He writes home and tells his fiancé not to wait for him – he recognizes he is no longer the same man, he never can be. The man who helped capture the Berlin serial killer is committing even worse crimes himself, now.
I have read a lot of books about World War Two, and knew plenty about the Einsatzgruppen, the mobile killing units, and the horrific crimes they carried out, but even knowing all this, the second half of this book is one of the most harrowing, horrific books I have ever read.
At the end, we see Heuser and his men in court. One by one, the lower ranked soldiers are acquitted or given pathetic sentences. Heuser himself is given 15 years, which works out, we are told, at eight hours in prison for every Jew he murdered.
I found the ending of the book really excellent. I was wondering how the story of the two lawyers would pan out. The woman of the pair reacts with frustration, she can not believe the way these hideous crimes are dismissed with such short sentences. Then we hear from her lover, a veteran of the desert war in North Afrika (considered the “gentlemen’s war” for the comparative lack of atrocities) who tells her what following orders is like, what war does to men, what it is like to look a teenager in the eye as you kill him.
He points out that for the rest of his life, Heuser will be reminded of his crimes every time he closes his eyes to go to sleep, and that is a punishment to be reckoned with.
I finished this book just before going to bed, and slept not a wink that night. This is a harrowing, horrible, horrible book in many ways, it is as far from an easy read as you are likely to find.
It would have been easy to write something like this as a simple, straight forward moral judgement, but Thomas gives more than this, he leaves questions hanging, he makes you think about how this man became what he became, and how the German nation did the same. He makes you question whether “following orders” is really a genuine excuse – is it? I don’t think it is, but I thought a lot more about it after finishing this book.
A truly superb book, excellently written, and one that I won’t forget for a very long time indeed.