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J.Maxwell Brownjohn,Hans Hellmut Kirst
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The night of the generals, a novel. New York : Harper & Row. MLA Citation. Australian/Harvard Citation.

The night of the generals, a novel. The night of the generals, a novel. Translated from the German by J. Maxwell Brownjohn Harper & Row New York 1963. 1963, The night of the generals, a novel. Maxwell Brownjohn Harper & Row New York. {Citation title The night of the generals, a novel.

Translated from the German by J. Maxwell Brownjohn

Translated from the German by J. Maxwell Brownjohn. The Night of the Generals. Having made an excellent dinner on the pick of the left-overs from the generals’ table, washed down with schnapps, he had been planning an agreeably strenuous night with a woman agent in military intelligence. Instead, his after-dinner entertainment had turned out to be a dead body. What’s the matter, don’t you like her?

First, there is the plot by the generals to kill Hitler. Many of the generals in Paris are part of this plot. It is summer of 1944 and the tide of war is turning against the Germans. The Allies have landed in Normandy and the Russians are prevailing in the East.

First, there is the plot by the generals to kill Hitler. Killing Hitler seems like a logical solution to their problems. Next, there is one German general called Tanz who is straight out crazy. Whether the war has done it to him or whether he has always been crazy we don't know. This is the most fascinating part of the book

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By Hans Hellmut Kirst. Translated front the German by J. FOUR weeks ago an unusual novel was published which was overlooked in this space because of the competition from several other good books. Now it is my pleasure and duty to report that The Night of the Generals by Hans Hellmut Kirst is as engrossing a thriller as John Le Carré's The Spy Who Came in From the Cold. It is as grimly focused on the harsh realities of war and politics in contemporary Europe.

Author: Hans Hellmut Kirst. Translator: J Maxwell Brownjohn. Genre: Detectives, On War. Read a fragment illustrations. Annotation: Hans Hellmut Kirst THE NIGHT OF THE GENERALS Translated from the German by J. Maxwell Brownjohn PART ONE Prelude Even death has its funny side WARSAW, 1942 1 The body lay in the middle of the room between the table and the bed. Anyone looking at it from the door would have mistaken it for a bulging sack. It lay huddled up, face buried in the carpet. Nice carpet, that, said the man who stood surveying the scene, legs planted firmly apart

She had closed her eyes as if dreaming, but it might have been because she was dazzled by the harsh glare of the spotlight.

She had closed her eyes as if dreaming, but it might have been because she was dazzled by the harsh glare of the spotlight. for many of the men who were watching her wore uniform, and it was not the uniform of her own country or its allies. Isn't she terrific!" whispered Captain Kraussnick. He bent forward confidentially as he spoke, not unlike a black marketeer commending the quality of some merchandise to a prospective customer.

Night of the Generals. By (author) Hans Hellmut Kirst, Translated by . axwell Brownjohn.

That’s the hook for Hans Hellmut Kirst’s The Night of the Generals (which was later made .

That’s the hook for Hans Hellmut Kirst’s The Night of the Generals (which was later made into a film starring Peter O’Toole, and highly improbably, Omar Sharif as Colonel Grau). The problem is that The Night of the Generals can’t decide whether it wants to be a murder mystery about a serial-killer (whose identity is fairly obvious about 30 pages into the novel and is confirmed halfway through); or a satire of mid-century German attitudes towards war, generals, and the army; or an impassioned cry of anger about.

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  • Kerry
Another wonderful book by the author of the Asch series. Too bad he hasn't written more.
  • luisRED
Great story with intricate character backgrounds.
  • Ynap
I had viewed this movie more than 40 years ago. Recently I bought its DVD, and then,I would like to read its original story. It is hard to get this book especially in Japan. I love this story.
  • ????????????????????????
Whenever I enjoy a movie based on a successful book, I am excited to give the original a read. It's usually better! PRINCE OF TIDES...OF HUMAN BONDAGES...and many others.

Unfortunately, that wasn't the case for me with this one. Especially as a fan of historical fiction, I'd been looking forward to an engrossing thriller but I was tremendously disappointed. It just couldn't hold my attention.

I suspect this is a case where it would have been better to read the book first!
  • Malahelm
Watch out: Spoilers Ahead.

This is an highly enjoyable novel -- not very demanding but with a ticklish irony running through the story of murder and mayhem and intrigue among the German occupation forces in Poland and France during World War II.

In 1942 a prostitute is found butchered in Warsaw and a witness has identified a German general as the killer. Only three generals are unaccounted for, the weaseling phony von Seydlitz-Gabler, the icy and robotic Tanz, and the secretive and cynical Kahlenberge. The three are also together in Paris two years later, when an identical crime is committed. After the war, a third takes place in Dresden, just before a reunion soiree that will bring all three generals together for the last time.

Colonel Grau is the Intelligence officer in zealous pursuit of the perpetrator. When he gets a little too close, he's bumped off during the attempted assassination of Hitler by some of the officer corps. The investigation is taken over by Grau's placid friend in the Surete, M. Prevert. The killer, whose identity is stupefyingly obvious from the beginning and is openly revealed about half way through , is finally cornered and, after sensibly drinking an entire bottle of vodka, puts a bullet through his head.

The text appears to have been translated into dated British prose and obsolescent slang but it's not a hinderance. It rather adds a chronic dimension to the sense of place. And I found it all funny, sometimes very funny. Kirst has let no opportunity slip by to satirize the fake quality of self justification that some of us seem to specialize in. I think I'll give an example. Von Seydlitz-Gabler is the highest ranking of the generals. His social life is ruled entirely by his wife. He's full of patriotic bombast but is always careful to keep his own highly polished boots clean. Here is a reminiscence of his official historian.

"General von Seydlitz-Gabler was what might be termed a philosopher. This has become clear only in latter years. As he told me during the Polish campaign, for instance: 'To be the dung of humanity is a tragic thing but a useful one.' Again, when we were alone once, during the conquest of France, the General said: 'The impulse towards what is good and right is comparable with the pangs of childbirth: we must overcome it if it is not to destroy us.'"

Not that it's all parody. Some of the passages, published in 1962, have a curious historical resonance today. Kahlenberge's outburst, for instance, arguing that leaders have made a national sport out of jockeying for position. "All you have to do is anaesthetize the masses by telling them that they're an elite, that they have a mission, that they're making history, that they're fulfilling their destiny and fighting for a better world -- and they swallow it like lambs -- even when a guttersnipe says it." All Kirst has left out is the fact that you must not only flatter the masses but inflate their natural intolerance of others into genuine hatred.

I may be a little nuts myself but I think another quote from Kahlenberge applies to some of our current military conundrums. "It is my intention to draw a distinction between soldiership and war. If you train a man for war alone you are automatically training him for murder; but if you claim, in all sincerity, that you are training him to preserve peace you must train him to be a human being. You have no other choice."

Hitler was greeted as a liberator when he passed through parts of the Soviet Union because the citizens were happy to be free of Stalin's yoke and looked towards independence from the USSR. And many people in Southeast Asia were glad to be rid of their European colonial masters and they had Japan to thank for it -- Asia for the Asians. But both Hitler and the Japanese blew it by treating the people they had "liberated" as slaves, and by killing off so many of them. The Germans and Japanese of World War II had been trained for war, not for preserving the peace. We ran into similar difficulties in the Middle East.

The manifestly ironic tone of Kirst's novel makes the theme of tragedy, of murder and mass murder, not only more bearable but more comprehensible. But let me get down off this soap box. It's too high, and I'm getting dizzy.

You won't regret reading this novel if you have even the slightest interest in serial killers, the historic and current (as of 1962) political climate in Germany, or the dynamics of personality. Incidentally, the film adaptation of the novel is about as good as adaptations get, though some of the particulars are deleted because of the need to condense a longish story into two hours or so of screen time.
  • Loni
It seems like such a natural marriage - the corrupt and criminal Nazi regime with the classic fictional detective devoted to justice - that's it's surprising that so few writers have merged setting with theme. Among the top rank of mystery writers today, only Phillip Kerr, channelling Raymond Chandler and J. Robert Janes, inspired by Rex Stout, are in print.

But long before Bernie Gunther and St-Cyr and Kohler, there were Hans Helmut Kirst's Lt. Colonel Grau and Inspector Prevert, and great as Kerr and Janes are, there is no competition.

When a horrible murder is committed in Warsaw, Col. Grau, and, later, Inspector Prevert doggedly pursue the guilty party. It is one of three Wehrmacht Generals and long before the guilty party is revealed about half way through the book, anyone paying attention will have figured out who's guilty.

But that isn't the point of the novel. First of all, Kirst has bigger fish to fry. He has something to say about the role of a general in society. This is one of those rare anti-war books for grown up minds, but it is not anti-military. The author, one of whose great stylistic devices is to insert documents into the text to add verisimilitude and to include his own theory of duty and honor without disrupting the flow of the story, has a short excerpt at the end of the book on the special duty of generals in society which should be required reading at the Command and General Staff School.

But Kirst was always a great novelist in addition to a philosopher and the real delight in this novel is to watch Prevert set the trap which captures the guilty party (while acting as Cupid on the side). The last 80 or so pages are like a symphony in prose: so many pieces come together so seamlessly that it is one of the great memorable passages in detective fiction.

Hans Helmut Kirst was a great comic author, whose humor is so dark that he shows up Joseph Heller as the juvenile vaudvillean he was. Night of the Generals combines the genres of dark satire, gripping mystery and thoughtful political philosophy.

Why does one have to buy this great work used? By the way, there is a great movie which was made from the book, but it is only a pale shadow of this fine book.