This was my second, and final, Pär Lagerkvist book.
My first was Barabbas, and much like that novel, The Executioner is yet another simple tale of The Good (The God Fearing) vs. The Evil (The Godless), utterly void of any true conflict.
Whereas Barabbas was mostly a cumbersome drag to work your way through, at least the first half of The Executioner offers quite a few laughs. Granted, they're vicious laughs at the depicted stupidity of The Godless characters and their misguided and ill-conceived thoughts and opinions. It's cheap, ridiculous, incredibly obvious, and unfaceted, but it's fun to read.
The latter half, however, descends into incredible (in the literal sense of the word) violence and stupidity, ending in a pathetically feeble and childish religious rant that runs about a tenth of the total pages count. It's predictable, and it's way too easy. It's logical given the writing and bizarre setup that precedes it, whollly illogical given common sense.
As addendums to the bible, Pär's simpleton writing might suffice, but as literature in the 21st century, it falls horribly short. The world view portrayed and the points made are toe-cringingly feeble, and there's close to zero dealing with anything but extremes (bad vs. evil) and the psychology and the motives of the characters are hardly touched. After all, you're either a Child of God or a Child of Satan — there's no middle ground, or if there is, it's just a milder form of Being Godless, of Being Lost. We all know how A Sinner works, right? No point in addressing that. No point in explaining motives, because either you do God's work or you do the Devil's. Jesus Saves! — Oh, Christ! (Pun intended)
A good writer practices story and character development. Lagerkvist replaces those with religious dogmas and stereotypes, who he then lets act out predictable worn-out story arcs. It's nauseating, and mildly provoking, in the sense that he's ultimately wasting your time while talking down on your intelligence. Reading Lagerkvist reminds me of my now deceased aunt who had Down's syndrome. She saw the world exactly like Lagerkvist does; simply, matter-of-factly, and without nuances. An Old Testament world controlled by Christian forces of good and bad, everything directly explainable by faith or a lack thereof. Lagerkvist is as subtle and as delicate as the hammer of God.
I don't mind religious texts. What I do mind are self-righteous, conservative and preachy texts such as the ones written by Lagerkvist. They provoke me a bit, yes, but ultimate they just bore me. And worse, they fail to enlighten, as they fail to challenge me.
Ultimately it would appear that the joke's on me, since Pär did receive a Nobel Prize for his works. But to me, much like the Oscars, it's just a reminder that such prizes are given by just the few members of a board, and that like any other flawed human, those members may, and often will, celebrate undeserving people. It would be fair to assume that in the early 20th century, the board would include quite a few more bible bashing Christians than these days.