This book is quite informative. It is also, for most of its length, a painfully dry, tedious slog, an egregious example of the dull, boring and pedantic style that academics seem obsessed with using to prove their seriousness. This may be unfair, considering the book is a translation from Ingrao's French, but I can only rate what I read, and it seems almost incredible that a story as lurid, depraved and violent as that of SS Brigade Direlewanger could have turned into such an endurance contest.
The Dirlewanger Brigade is probably the most notorious outfit of the Second World War in any army. Formed on a whim by Heinrich Himmler, who was himself acting on a passing, whimsical remark made by Adolf Hitler, it was originally composed of men convicted for poaching in Germany. Hitler, despite his vegetarianism and compassion for animals, always admired criminals and poachers were no exception. He thought it would be a good idea to make up a special ops warfare outfit made up of them, and Himmler obliged. This was the beginning of what eventually became the Brigade. It was named after and led by Oskar Direlwanger, a much-decorated, many-times wounded veteran of WWI. He was a brave man, a fanatical Nazi, a drunk, a sadist, a sexual deviant, and most likely, a psychopath. Over the course of the next few years, he used his Nazi Party connections to slowly build his special unit of some dozens of men into a full brigade with attendant weaponry. He was employed in anti-guerilla operations in Poland and the Eastern Front for the rest of the war, and the men he commanded were like "The Dirty Dozen" on steroids. They were taken from military and civilian prisons, concentration camps and even psychiatric facilities, and were regarded as little more than criminals in uniform even by the SS. Wherever they went, they left a trail of total destruction, and were notorious for not merely killing on a mass scale but also tormenting, hanging, and raping their victims: burning people alive, including small children, nurses, and even nuns, was also a common practice. They often engaged in battle with guerilla (partisan) outfits, but even more frequently were used to slaughter supposedly collaborationist civilian populations, or elsewise to round them up for use as slave labor in the Reich or elsewhere. In short, these men performed the dirtiest of all the dirty work in Hitler's empire, which says a lot in itself.
The thesis of the author is that being originally composed of poachers, the unit operated as if the enemy were "game" or domestic animals, in either case to be hunted, herded, and finally slaughtered. He goes to great lengths not to tell so much the history of the unit or of Direlwanger himself (though they are of course explored), but to show that the "Black Hunters," as they were known, were a sort of mutated outrgowth of the "cynegetic" aspect of German culture. That word is used hundreds of times in the book, and yes, I had to look it up: it means "pertaining to hunting with dogs." I think he proves his point, but the point doesn't strike me as being more than a sidelight on the story of the unit itself: the focus of the book, in my estimation, is somewhat misplaced.
It's true that Ingrao's research is meticulous and deep and he refuses on principle to let the unit's horrible reputation color the actual facts as he was able to uncover them, which often contradict rumor and legend, and that he is proceeding from a very original notion. He goes the extra mile in showing the failure of many of the survivors either to be punished or to properly re-integrate themselves into German society after the war -- criminals being criminals under any regime. I've no doubt this book has great importance in and of itself for being a scholarly study of a military unit whose activities are generally written about, when they are discussed at all, in ways that frankly appeal to sado-masochistic tendencies. Ingrao never stoops to this level (quite the contrary: he's as cold as Spock). However, that is no excuse for turning such a subject into a dense, inaccessible scholarly essay with close to zero aesthetic accommodations for the reader. I found even the organization of the book to be frustrating in that he dryly examines different aspects of the brigade and of Direlwanger in an order that ruins the narrative. Indeed, the book is so dry and matter-of-fact, so eager to avoid sensationalism, that it actually goes too far in that direction and the full horror of the brigade and of Direlwanger, who was complex in his villainy rather than a cartoon of same, is somehow lost. I finished it without any emotion, not even disgust or outrage.
I would recommend this book to very, very serious scholars and students of Nazism, and to anthropologists, because it really is an anthropological study as much as history, but it is not an easy read.