Story about an aging and famous writer Rudolf Herter on a book tour to Vienna. During an interview he muses on his ideas about Hitler and argues that his essence can only be captured by putting him in a plausible but fictional scenario and seeing how it develops. He is approached by an elderly couple that decide to tell him their story. Ullrich and Julia Falk worked at the Berghof, Hitler's rural retreat as servants to Hitler and Eva Braun.
They tell their story – which starts as a fascinating portrait of Hitler but ends as a horrendous story. They are ordered to pretend that Eva Braun and Hitler’s son Siegfried is in fact their own son, and then later, Ullrich is forced to secretly murder Siegfried but to pretend (including to Julia) that it was an accident.
In second half of book in particular, Herter moves from musing on Hitler – and his contention that Hitler was a nothing, an "incarnation of Nothingness, a zero; just as zero multiplied by any number is zero, [he] consumed and destroyed whatever he touched", to linking Hitler and a variety of characters such as Hegel, Kierkegaard, Heidegger, Sartre, Wittgenstein, Plato, Kant, Schopenhauer.
In particular, in writing which is more similar to some of the conceits in the wonderful “Discovery of Heaven” he “proves” that Hitler’s very birth caused Nietzsche’s descent into madness.
These parts were very hard to follow – particularly without any real knowledge of the writings and works of the different characters and this third part of the book was the least enjoyable.
Towards the end of the book we read Eva Braun’s diaries of the last days – Hitler reveals that he was tricked by Himmler into believing that Eva herself had a Jewish grandparents and so Siegfried was not pure Aryan.
Not so much a meditation on evil but very much a meditation on Hitler himself.
For Mulisch – like Herter– the Second World War is ever present in his work.
At one point Herter, while in Vienna, muses “What was further away: the bloody business in Yugoslavia or the vast exterminations in Auschwitz? Forty-five minutes from Vienna and you were in the Balkans, but the 55 years to the second world war could never be bridged. Yet that war was much closer for him, just around the corner in time...".
Herter clearly is Mulisch in many ways – and in fact Mulisch chose to use the device of fiction to represent his ideas rather than an essay (e.g. like his report on Eichmann’s trial)