The Zone of Interest - Couverture rigide

Amis, Martin

Couverture rigide

ISBN 10 : 0385353499 ISBN 13 : 9780385353496

Editeur : Alfred a Knopf Inc, 2014

A propos du livre

Revue de presse :

“The Zone of Interest is a tour de force of sheer verbal virtuosity, and a brilliant, celestially upsetting novel inspired by no less than a profound moral curiosity about human beings.  It's stunning.” —Richard Ford

“Simply put, a masterpiece. . . Profound, powerful and morally urgent. . . a benchmark for what serious literature can achieve.” —Anthony Marra, San Francisco Chronicle
 
“Elegant and subtle. . . an intriguing, sophisticated effort to understand the daily culture of genocide.” —Lydia Millet, Los Angeles Times

“[A] pulverizing novel about identity and humanity. . . in equal measure funny and crushing, with emphasis on how chaos and mass psychosis act on the souls living through it.” —Connie Ogle, The Miami Herald

“It felt as though I had touched a third rail, so powerful and electric is the experience of reading [a] book that may stand for years as the triumph of his career.”  —Alan Cheuse, NPR

“Amis took on the Holocaust obliquely in Time’s Arrow.  Here he goes at it straight, and the result is...an absolute soul-crusher of a book [and] brilliant.” —Publishers Weekly, starred review

“An important memorial...mesmerizing, terrifying and, at times, funny. . . . If the evil of Nazi Germany, even if only for a moment, can wrench a restrained smile from the reader, it has permeated time, and might already have found a new logic for showing its face.” —Sarah Pines, Jewish Journal

“How to write fiction about the Holocaust that reveals in new and significant ways its systematic horror and impossible legacy? Amis accomplished this feat in Time’s Arrow, and now this brainy, intrepid, worldly, and virtuosic writer does it again in his fourteenth novel by ushering us into the poisoned minds of characters trapped in the death-spiral of the Final Solution. . . . An audaciously satiric and brilliantly realized tale about personal angst and mass psychosis, and the immolation of self and soul.” —Donna Seaman, Booklist (starred review)

“Essential reading. . . A haunting indictment of the people who willingly bought the party line of racial purity and ethnic cleansing, this novel is as audacious as it is chilling.” —Barbara Love, Library Journal (starred review)
 
“Brawny and urgent, it’s unmistakably Amis. . . an indelible and unsentimental exploration of the depths of the human soul.” —Kirkus (starred review)

Acclaim from the United Kingdom: 
 
“It is a work of artistic courage, chilling comedy and incontestable moral seriousness.” —Rebecca Abrams, Financial Times

“The best thing [Amis] has written since London Fields. The book’s postwar coda is enormously moving, the sections describing the ‘silent boys’ of Chelmno almost unreadably sad, the figure of Szmul brilliantly rendered—at once admirable and horrifying in his desperate drive to survive. . . . This is a novel that will endure.” —Alex Preston, The Guardian

“Exceptionally brave...an extended rumination, a nightmare.... It's exciting; it's alive; it's more than slightly mad.  As the title suggests, it's dreadfully interesting.” —Theo Tait, The Sunday Times

“A brutish comedy, an occult tale of jealousy and revenge, a farce of thwarted will and missed cues. . .  He has created a fictional artifice that allows us to see the outline of that which is beyond words.” —Alex Clark, The Guardian
“Auschwitz was, in the most essential sense, ‘unspeakable’. It’s thus something only creative writing can speak about. If you’re Amis, that is. . . . The most daring novelist of our time.” —John Sutherland, The Times

“The Zone of Interest may be his greatest book; it is that good. . . . It is inventive, awful, testing and, like Picasso’s Guernica, incongruously beautiful. Would that Primo Levi were around to read it.” —Alan Taylor, Herald Scotland
 
“Nasty, timely, as good as anything Amis has written since London Fields. . . . He has done his subject justice.” —The Spectator
 
“Surely his masterpiece. . . Intelligent, terrifying and comic. . . Amis has tackled the biggest questions with imagination and intelligence, and the ultimate strength of this masterly novel is that he knows, and shows, that although there is no answer to the questions Auschwitz poses, we must never stop asking them. Read it, ponder it—revel in it indeed—then read it again.” —Alan Massie, Scotsman

“Brilliant: a technical and aesthetic tour de force that takes us inside the minds of the Germans who managed Auschwitz.” —Bryan Appleyard, Sunday Times
 
“Highly cerebral and innovative, and also human, humane—even humbling—this is a brave, inquiring work from a literary maverick whose biggest problem as an artist has been his rampaging talent. He has certainly harnessed it here.” —Eileen Battersby, The Irish Times
 
“The novel poses the question that will forever haunt the 20th century: how did the most cultivated nation the Earth had ever seen give way to such infamy, ‘such wild disgrace’? . . .  Amid the horror of the so-called ‘selections’ and ‘aktions’, amid the relentless grind of the Nazi killing machines, humanity somehow survives, and so does comedy.” —Anthony Quinn, Mail on Sunday

“There are never stereotypes, no identikits, no stasis. . . The past, it reminds us, is never over. One-sided fights form part of today’s continuous present. Look around you. The Zone of Interest exposes the soul of that operation. It is, by a distance, one of Amis’s finest books.” —Scotland on Sunday

“Heartbreaking. . .  He writes superbly but with an unusual modesty. . . He lets his story speak for itself and the result is the best Amis novel in two decades.” —Jake Kerridge, Sunday Express

 “It is energetic, deeply researched, it is bracingly cruel. . . It makes the reader squirm and resist and finally laugh. . . A superb novel, an important one. . .  Where was the career-crowning work that might finally win this author his Booker? Seriously, look no further.” —Tom Lamont, GQ (U.K.)

Extrait :

3. SZMUL: Sonder 

Ihr seit achzen johr, we whisper, und ihr hott a fach.

Once upon a time there was a king, and the king commissioned his favourite wizard to create a magic mirror. This mirror didn’t show you your reflection. It showed you your soul—it showed you who you really were.

The wizard couldn’t look at it without turning away. The king couldn’t look at it. The courtiers couldn’t look at it. A chestful of treasure was offered to any citizen in this peaceful land who could look at it for sixty seconds without turning away. And no one could.

I find that the KZ is that mirror. The KZ is that mirror, but with one difference. You can’t turn away.

We are of the Sonderkommando, the SK, the Special Squad, and we are the saddest men in the Lager. We are in fact the saddest men in the history of the world. And of all these very sad men I am the saddest. Which is demonstrably, even measurably true. I am by some distance the earliest number, the lowest number—the oldest number.

As well as being the saddest men who ever lived, we are also the most disgusting. And yet our situation is paradoxical.

It is difficult to see how we can be as disgusting as we unquestionably are when we do no harm.

The case could be made that on balance we do a little good. Still, we are infinitely disgusting, and also infinitely sad.

Nearly all our work is done among the dead, with the heavy scissors, the pliers and mallets, the buckets of petrol refuse, the ladles, the grinders.

Yet we also move among the living. So we say, “Viens donc, petit marin. Accroche ton costume. Rapelle-toi le numéro. Tu es quatre-vingts trois!” And we say, “Faites un n’ud avec les lacets, Monsieur. Je vais essayer de trouver un cintre pour vôtre manteau. Astrakhan! C’est noison d’agneaux, n’est-ce pas?”

After a major Aktion we typically receive a fifth of vodka or schnapps, five cigarettes, and a hundred grams of sausage made from bacon, veal, and pork suet. While we are not always sober, we are never hungry and we are never cold, at least not at night. We sleep in the room above the disused crematory (hard by the Monopoly Building), where the sacks of hair are cured.

When he was still with us, my philosophical friend Adam used to say, We don’t even have the comfort of innocence. I didn’t and I don’t agree. I would still plead not guilty.

A hero, of course, would escape and tell the world. But it is my feeling that the world has known for quite some time. How could it not, given the scale?

There persist three reasons, or excuses, for going on living: first, to bear witness, and, second, to exact mortal vengeance. I am bearing witness; but the magic looking glass does not show me a killer. Or not yet.

Third, and most crucially, we save a life (or prolong a life) at the rate of one per transport. Sometimes none, sometimes, two—an average of one. And 0.01 per cent is not 0.00. They are invariably male youths.

It has to be effected while they’re leaving the train; by the time the lines form for the selection—it’s already too late.

Ihr seit achzen johr alt, we whisper, und ihr hott a fach. Sic achtzehn Jahre alt sind, und Sie haben einen Handel. Vous avez dix-huit ans, et vous avez un commerce. You are eighteen years old, and you have a trade.

À propos de cette édition

• Éditeur: Alfred a Knopf Inc
• Date d'édition: 2014
• ISBN 10: 0385353499
• ISBN 13: 9780385353496
• Reliure: Relié
• Nombre de pages: 306