Reading the novel Fear by Gabriel Chevallier. Chevallier served in WWI as an infantryman, was wounded, returned to the front, and won the Croix de Guerre. He sat down in 1925 to write a fictionalized account of his experiences but didn't publish it until 1930. Fear is brilliant and ruthless: Chevallier describes in unsparing detail the nightmare of trench warfare, the tedium of camp life in between battles, and the stupidity of the French high command. (When his avatar Jean Dartremont explains why he was passed over for officer school, you won't know whether to laugh or weep.) A true masterpiece.
(Incidentally: this is the third novel about WWI I've read this year, following A Farewell to Arms and All Quiet on the Western Front. Don't ask me how I got onto this topic--I'm not quite sure myself--but it's been illuminating.)















