Loose connections
German Democratic Republic, early 1980s, a visiting musician from the west visits relatives and comes away with a priceless piece of jewellery and photographs taken by her father during the war, including one of a beautiful young woman, partially undressed. Poland, early in the Second World War, a teenage girl, partly Jewish, is taken prisoner by German soldiers. Denmark, a German ‘protectorate’, a brutal father in a tumbledown cottage, earns some money by helping Jews escape to Sweden, but robs an escaping family of their jewellery and cash; in Denmark, too, a German officer, a war photographer, becomes fascinated with a young Polish prostitute.
This is a violent, gritty story, told in a simple unadorned style, but with a complex network of characters, who meet, interact, but never quite make the connections necessary to avoid death, suffering, tragedy or even to achieve mutual understanding. The Danish father, Fredrik, is a bullying brute and a thieving anti-Semite, but is also an effective opponent of German occupation, a ruined man with a kernel of honour.
Despite initial doubts, I found this an impressive novel, unafraid to depict humankind at its worst, but also to explore more positive facets as well. There is a Hardyesque aspect in the narrative’s refusal to exploit coincidence. There is also a resemblance to the early novels of Alan Furst, with its refusal to condone simple, implausible conclusions. War enables the worst in mankind, but also, occasionally, something better can break through.