I struggled a bit with this book, though it held my interest enough to make me stick with it and in the end I was glad I had. The story and setting are undoubtedly interesting and, in the run of Second World War crime thrillers, have the advantage of being a bit different than the usual. The character of Otto Fischer, a horribly damaged Luftwaffe officer, offers a sympathetic perspective, and I particularly enjoyed his relationship with larger-than-life friend and colleague Freddie Holleman. On the other hand I must admit I found the plot confusing and, in general, the writing too 'wordy', clumsy, dogged by telling rather than showing, with too many passages of characters' introspection. I wonder if this weakness reflects an inexperienced novelist trying too hard?
Clearly McDermott knows his stuff. The background detail is very well done with regards to the goings-on at Peenemünde and the Germans' rocket programme led by Wernher von Braun, blending truth and plausible fiction. McDermott brings out the rivalries and squabbles between the Reich's various power groups, Wehrmacht, SS, Abwehr, etc., and effectively builds this jostling into his crime plot. The problem is, however, other than Otto and Freddie the characters have no 'life' outside of their requirements for plot purposes, therefore come across as cardboard figures, in particular beautiful Polish forced labourer, Zofia.
All that being said, I will definitely continue reading the series because I would like to know what happens to Otto and Freddie as the war goes on. Their cynical pragmatism, borne of front line experience at the cost of great personal suffering and loss of physical function on behalf of a regime neither believes in, makes interesting reading. I like the Lie Division, the war reporters' unit Otto is assigned to, an institution devoted to devising ever less plausible misinterpretations of actual events staffed by the barely-walking wounded like Otto and Freddie, a few hours dissemblance followed by a long lunch and several drinks. I also enjoyed (putting it like that sounds cruel) the novel's frank depiction of Otto's awful war wounds and how he manages to cope with considerable pain, physical limitations and others' reactions to his appearance. I also liked the novel's little digs of humour, e.g. pilot Douglas von Bader. So, all in all the novel has much to offer if you don't mind a bit of a plod to get there.