This is an unusual novel, quite difficult to classify. I had previously read Petit’s Ghost Country which was a more conventional story about a national spying agency and its functionaries involved in investigating the homicide of a cabinet minister. In that work, there were assorted levels of corruption, extra-judicial activities and national political issues which had international ramifications.
Pale Horse Riding includes pretty much all of those elements, but with the addition of 1940s Auschwitz as a setting. It apparently follows on from Petit’s The Butchers of Berlin ; I think the second is intended to be stand alone but I would recommend reading Butchers first – although I did not do so.
These days, I am inclined to be wary of taking up new reading on the Holocaust, either fiction or non-fiction. I rather feel I know enough already to be aware of the horrors and to recognize the moral wickedness. Reading more would be unlikely to add to my intellectual or ethical understanding.
However, Petit takes a somewhat unexpected approach in that his protagonists, August Schlegel, a policeman whose speciality is financial crime, and prosecuting judge, Morgen, begin the book without any real knowledge of what would become known as the Holocaust. They are called in to investigate suspected corrupt practices within the management of the camp. This means that the reader knows more about what was happening in Auschwitz than the protagonists do.
There is some level of mystery over how they come to be involved together: “Why Morgen had been transferred to Schlegel’s department in the first place still no one was sure, unless it was to rattle their cage. Despite an up-and-down career, including six months’ penal detention and another six fighting on the Russian front, Morgen – to his own professed astonishment, as much as anyone’s – remained a prosecuting investigator, one of those shadowy, feared inquisitors who could be after anyone, including Schlegel and his colleagues.”
It is uncertain to whom Dr Kammler, the man who has arranged their involvement, is loyal. He is the 2 I.C. to Pohl and ‘All his (Pohl’s) camps have orders to refuse me admission, however much the subject warrants investigation. In Buchenwald the corruption was so blatant that the commandant and his wife were moved on before I turned up.’ ‘Your conclusion?’ ‘It reflects badly on Pohl; either way.’ ‘If he doesn’t know what is going on he is incompetent.’ ‘Yes, and if he does then he deliberately covered it up.’
Morgen and Schlegel arrive at Auschwitz with false names; “‘You mean we go in undercover?’ ‘To get you in.’ ‘And we have a roving brief until we get thrown out?’ ‘Fair summary.’” At various stages we learn more about them: “Has either of you served a term before?’ Morgen said six months in detention. The commandant asked what for. ‘Insubordination,’ said Morgen.” / “‘Did you go to college?’ the commandant asked. Schlegel said he had done compulsory labour instead. For the first time the commandant looked interested. ‘Tell.’ A troubled youth, he said, caught shoplifting.”
More significantly: “Schlegel had been responsible for processing operation reports and it wasn’t until he had gone into the field as an observer that he learned that such duties were a euphemism for the roundup and elimination of whole villages. Once he had ended up in a ditch, knee-deep in bodies, administering the coup de grace to the poor devils whose shooting had been botched.”
The early days of their presence at Auschwitz are indicative of widespread depravity. “Erich Groenke did not look like a convicted rapist, though the garrison doctor had no idea what one should look like
…He was considered one of the camp’s success stories, the reformed lag”. And the newly instated psychiatrist follows the camp commandant who goes out riding, stops at a secluded spot and masturbates.
There was Fegelein, already under suspicion for large-scale graft; Sepp and Baumgarten who found their services in demand because of the shortage of experienced butchers. And Bock the dentist, whose sideline of removing gold fillings from corpses and selling the gold on, was originally the reason Morgen and Schlegel were called in.
As they investigated this matter, they were confronted with increasing numbers of corpses, some known, some unknown, and some of them despatched with a quick injection of phenol when it looked as though they might be about to reveal secrets.
As the pair came closer to understanding the remarkable level of violence and degeneracy, characteristics which impacted on Schlegel, they also became aware of the pervasive turpitude, and gradually this led to some recognition of the camp’s official business; they also became aware that everything had been organised to render a complete vacuum of any form of authorization for anything. The one principle cited was the need for efficiency.
Since the book is really not about solving any murders or the other crimes, what is it about? I think it is partly just a story about a definitively grunge environment, designed to depress the reader’s spirit or to confirm the reader’s miserableness and hatred of the world. The other part, however, is, I think intended to make the reader think about how the Holocaust’s evils could have occurred amongst human beings, and what impact they might have had on the perpetrators, at all levels.
It succeeded in doing that for me, and it successfully depressed my spirit.