Monsieur le Commandant, by Romain Slocombe - review

There can be few characters in modern fiction more unpleasant than Paul-Jean Husson, the narrator in Romain Slocombe’s Monsieur le Commandant. Indeed, he is at times too nasty. If this otherwise compulsively readable novel about betrayal in Nazi-occupied France has a flaw, it lies in Husson’s irredeemable villainy, as if to make such a man more rounded, more subtle, were to allow a flicker of understanding for his actions, or to suspect the author of a degree of sympathy for the man.

Husson is an anti-Semite, a Pétainist, a much-decorated hero of the first world war and a member of the Académie Française. He numbers among his friends Céline, Brasillach and Jean Luchaire, and all the other members of the clique of enraged nationalists who believed that the freedoms won by the French revolution, and more recently by Léon Blum’s liberal government, were nothing but moral degeneracy and ‘democratic anarchy’. The Europe they longed for and wrote about in their inflammatory columns was to be free of Jews, Freemasons and Bolsheviks.