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Preliminary considerations regarding the right moment to read "La Légende"
J'ai lu et relu les livres de ces revenants devenus illustres, Charlotte Delbo, Elie Wiesel, Jorge Semprun, Primo Levi, je n'ai pas trouvé un mot de haine, l'ombre d'une envie de vengeance, pas la moindre expression de colère. […] À ma manière, je suis un rescapé, mais moi je ne trouve pas assez de mots, je n'ai pas assez de force en moi pour dire ma colère, ma honte, ma haine et je sais que rien ne pourra étancher le désir de vengeance que je porte en moi.
Boualem Sansal, The German Village or the journal of Frères Schiller
I have reread the books of these famous survivors—Charlotte Delbo, Elie Wiesel, Jorge Semprun, Primo Levi—again and again, yet I have found not a single word of hatred, not the slightest hint of vengeance, not the slightest expression of anger. […] In my own way, I am a survivor, but I lack the words, I do not have enough strength within me to express my anger, my shame, my hatred, and I know that nothing can quell the desire for revenge that I carry within me.
Schiller's brother, Rachel (crossing "Rachid" and "Helmut"), contrasts the composure of the true survivors—who merely bear witness without hating—with his own consuming rage. The novel clearly evaluates this asymmetry: dignity lies in sober testimony, not in the thirst for revenge that ultimately destroys Rachel. (At the time of the publication of Boualem Sansal's new book.) The legend Once read, the passage becomes a cautious question to the author: A book that reads like The legend Even conceiving of it as a "livre de combat" that "names" and "accuses" and ends with lists of traitors and loyalists, Sansal chooses the very tone against which Rachel's fate warns. Sansal once explored the difference between bearing witness and settling scores in literary terms—this passage reminds us that he knew it.
That no discussion of The legend The reason for its publication is primarily due to the nature of the book. Published by Grasset on June 2, 2026, the text is an autobiographical account of the 361 days Sansal spent in Algerian custody between November 2024 and November 2025. It explicitly presents itself not as a neutral book, but as a manifesto that names and accuses. A prison account of this kind demands a different kind of attention than a novel: it wants to be heard first and foremost as the statement of someone unjustly imprisoned – and there is nothing to prevent this respect. A literary reading that dissected it as a form would be premature and would risk pitting the urgency of the events against its form.
The initial critical voices confirm and reinforce this impression. Journal du Dimanche The book is celebrated as an event, placing Sansal in the same line as Solzhenitsyn and Camus—as a great writer whose destiny it is that freedom suffers violence. This review, therefore, reads the work hardly as literature, but as a product of martyrdom, and that is significant: the book compels a partisanship before its own form can even be judged. The opposing view is present just as early. Sansal's long-time editor, Jean-Marie Laclavetine, accused him in Libération Ingratitude and ties to the "Bollosphere"—an allusion to the Hachette Group, associated with the conservative billionaire Vincent Bolloré, to which Grasset belongs—are alleged. Sansal's defense that he is free and follows no ideological line is undermined by the fact that he simultaneously appeared at a festival supported by the RN-affiliated mayor of Perpignan and admitted that the Rassemblement National had adopted some of his positions.
And frankly, this is where the real irritation lies. Sansal ends. The legend With a list of some 170 supporters, he dedicates an appendix to those who called themselves his friends and had "stabbed" him in the back; he specifically attacks the Gallimard management, accusing them of having "thrown him out on the street" like a homeless person. His own admission that he "doesn't quite understand" the protest of the Grasset authors and feels "super comfortable" with a publisher that paid him a one-million-euro advance shifts the tone from a testimonial to a settling of scores. One can understand the toughness of a man who has endured a year of arbitrary detention and battled cancer—and who, precisely for that reason, was followed closely in Germany, as his pardon was the result of an intervention by President Steinmeier. But the book becomes so entangled in friend-or-foe balances and publishing politics that it's almost impossible to discern what belongs to the work itself and what to the battles surrounding it. A German translation is not yet available, and detailed feuilleton reviews in this country are still pending.
This series focuses on literature as a form – on how a text shapes experience, not on how a public figure positions themselves. Therefore, instead of the current polemical book, I recommend reading an earlier book by Sansal. The German Village or the journal of Frères Schiller (Gallimard, 2008), a work that has cast guilt, memory, and the appropriation of the individual by ideologies into a form that has detached itself from its original context and remains legible precisely for that reason. On The legend It may be possible to return to this topic once the noise surrounding the book has given way to the book itself – and when a critique is possible that can be more than just a vote in a confrontation between two opposing groups.
The passage quoted at the beginning from The German Village This entry, "Auschwitz, la fin du voyage" (February 1996), appears at the end of Rachel's research trip. For months, Rachel has retraced the steps of his German father, Hans Schiller—through Germany, Austria, Poland, and Egypt—and consciously concludes his pilgrimage at the site of the greatest guilt. In Birkenau, he tries to walk in his father's footsteps and reads the accounts of the survivors. This is where the quote begins: Rachel compares the composure of the actual witnesses with his own consuming rage. This is immediately followed by his desperate outburst against his dead father ("Hans Schiller, sois maudit!") and shortly afterward by his encounter with the elderly survivor, to whom he vicariously offers forgiveness. The quote thus marks the tipping point: the moment when knowledge transforms into a guilt that Rachel can no longer bear. It is the last stop on his journey before returning to Paris—and before his suicide two months later. The rage that Rachel admits here is already the rage that will ultimately destroy him.
Four movements of a story
Anyone who reads Sansal's novel as a mere interweaving of three historical complexes of violence—the Holocaust, the Algerian Civil War, and radicalization in the French suburbs—overlooks its true literary merit: that these complexes are not narrated sequentially, but rather folded into one another, so that each allows the other to shine through. This essay argues that The German Village It is a "roman croisé" in the truest sense, a text that not only thematizes the in-between but makes it its constitutive writing method: The intertwining of two diary voices, two linguistic registers, and three national spaces of memory generates meaning precisely in transition, in comparison, in risky analogy. At the same time, the novel inextricably oscillates between two paradigms of reading—it is a text of remembrance in the sense of European Holocaust literature and a postcolonial text in the sense of Franco-Maghreb migration literature—and it is precisely this dual affiliation that constitutes both its explosiveness and its problematic nature. This leads to the following key questions: How does the formal intertwining of the two diaries organize the comparative operation that the novel demands of the reader? With what spatial, temporal, and metaphorical poetic means is the analogy between the camp and the Cité established—and where does it itself become questionable? To what extent does the novel, in its autopoetological dimension, reflect the danger that its own fictional editor identifies in the foreword as "dangerous parallels"? And finally: What image of identity as something fluid, translatable, and never-ending does a text project whose protagonists bear names like Rachel (from Rachid and Helmut) and Malrich (from Malek and Ulrich)?
Boualem Sansal's novel, published by Gallimard in 2008 Le Village de l'Allemand or Le Journal des Frères Schiller The story begins with a death that must be read in reverse. In October 1996, the younger of the two brothers, Malrich Schiller, recounts the suicide of his older brother Rachel, who six months earlier had suffocated himself in the exhaust fumes of his car in the garage of their suburban home—dressed in striped pajamas and with a shaved, crooked head. The two brothers, sons of an Algerian mother and a German father, were born in the Algerian village of Aïn Deb and, one after the other, came to live with an uncle in a French "cité" (a small town). Rachel, an educated engineer at a multinational corporation, leaves behind four notebooks, a diary, which the police commissioner hands to the adrift, academically unsuccessful Malrich, telling him it will "put lead in his head."
The second movement unfolds from reading this diary. The trigger for Rachel's inner catastrophe is a massacre perpetrated by an Islamist group (GIA) in Aïn Deb in April 1994: her parents are killed along with dozens of villagers. Rachel travels to Algeria to mourn at the graves and stumbles upon an inconsistency—her parents appear on the list of victims under different names—as well as a suitcase containing her father's papers. These documents, a Wehrmacht pay book, SS insignia, photographs, and camp names, reveal that Hans Schiller was a war criminal involved in the extermination of European Jews, who fled to Algeria via Egypt after 1945, participated in the War of Independence, converted to Islam, and ultimately died as a revered village sheikh.
The third movement is a journey through the European landscape of memory. Rachel traces his father's footsteps in Germany (Uelzen, Hamburg), Austria, Poland, Turkey, and Egypt. His diary records this research as a progressive self-destruction that culminates in Auschwitz: there, he tries to follow in his father's footsteps, encounters an elderly survivor, and asks her for forgiveness on his behalf. He never returns from this journey; his suicide is the logical endpoint of an inherited guilt.
In parallel, during the fourth movement, Malrich writes his own diary and reads the present of the "cité" through his brother's eyes. He recognizes in the Islamist extremism that is gripping his housing estate—embodied by an imam and a new group of violent "kapos"—the return of a system of annihilation. In the end, his parents are dead, Rachel is dead, his uncle is dying; Malrich is left alone, burdened with the dual task of surviving and telling his story.
The genre of the intertwined diary
Double Diary and the Asymmetry of Two Voices
The novel's subtitle precisely identifies its genre: The Journal of the Brother Schiller —the diary of the Schiller brothers. It is not one diary, but two, which the text juxtaposes in an alternating montage. Rachel's notebooks and Malrich's notes alternate, but their relationship is not symmetrical. Malrich reads, comments on, paraphrases, and frames Rachel's text; Rachel's diary, in turn, contains its own inserted documents, quotations, and letters. A multi-layered, boxed structure emerges, in which the younger voice protectively encloses the older one—the entire book ultimately bears Malrich's signature, for the fictional preface, in which a teacher is said to have rewritten the text "into good French," is signed "MALRICH SCHILLER."
This asymmetry is the novel's true engine of comparison. Rachel provides the historical knowledge and intellectual insight; Malrich provides the translation of this knowledge into the experiential language of the "cité." When Malrich confesses that he could barely read Rachel's diary—"His French is not mine"— 1 —thus, this sentence marks not only a sociolectal but also an epistemological difference: two ways of grasping the same world are productively rubbed against each other. Only from this friction does the novel's thesis emerge, which no single narrator could formulate alone.
Diary, letter and document: hybrid forms of communication
The novel is formally hybrid. Rachel's notebooks contain not only introspective entries but also embedded documents: her German military service record book with the entry "Hans Schiller, born on June 5, 1918, in Uelzen," Algerian transfer decrees, an encrypted letter from a "Jean 92," and newspaper clippings. Malrich's section, in turn, contains a fictitious open letter to a minister, concluding with the formula: "Take, Mr. Minister, here the expression of my civic rage." 2 – a parody of the polite formula of French administrative language, in which the word rage the ritual greeting This montage of documents lends the text a quasi-forensic character: the reader becomes a co-investigator, reconstructing a hidden biography from circumstantial evidence. The diary thus becomes the vessel for a criminal investigation that is simultaneously a work of history.
Two first-person narrators and the problem of authentication
Both diaries are homodiegetic and autodiegetic – each brother tells his own story in the first person. However, the sources of authenticity are staggered. Rachel's voice reaches us only through Malrich's mediation, who admits to having shortened and selected: "I summarized, I took the best parts, the rest is pure mosque gossip." 3This openly admitted editing undermines any illusion of direct access to the dead. The novel thus makes a central problem of the culture of remembrance its formal principle: the testimony of those directly affected is always already mediated, translated, edited. When Rachel observes in Auschwitz that the guidebook is “in his books, in his technical leaflets” 4 If he is trapped and misses the point, this self-criticism also affects him – and thus the novel itself, which is aware of the irretrievability of experience.
Space, time, and the metaphor of intersection: analogy and its limits
Three rooms, one village: the isotopy of the “village”
The novel's spatial structure is organized around a semantic center, which the title already announces: the village. Aïn Deb, the father's Algerian village, is both his birthplace and the site of the massacre. Uelzen, the father's German birthplace, proves to be a vanished village – "Papa was born in a city that has disappeared." 5The “cité” in the Parisian suburbs is repeatedly referred to as a “village”, “a village off the beaten track”. 6And Auschwitz, finally, appears in Rachel's grand description as a monstrous city that grew out of a "poor, isolated village in the heart of old Poland". 7 has grown up. Four villages, four spaces of death or annihilation, are superimposed through the same word. In the novel, space is not a setting, but an argument: the repetition of the word "village" is the spatial form of the central analogy.
This superimposition reaches its climax in Rachel's calculated equation. Auschwitz "treated" 1,3 million people in four years, an average of one thousand souls per day – "That certainly amounts to a village disappearing from the map, house by house, family by family, between dawn and dusk." 8Here, the sentence intertwines Aïn Deb and Auschwitz in a single image: the vanished Algerian village becomes the unit of calculation for industrial mass murder. The audacity – and the risk – of this operation is plainly evident.
Two timelines and the gesture of postponement
The temporal structure also intersects. Rachel's diary spans from April 1994 to his death on April 24, 1996; Malrich's entries begin in October 1996 and extend into 1997. The symmetrical dates are significant: Rachel dies on April 24, the second anniversary of the Aïn Deb massacre. Her private suicide is precisely timed to coincide with the collective crime, subordinating individual time to historical time. The father, in turn, embodies a third, murderous temporality: his favorite phrase, which Rachel encounters again in Auschwitz, is "an order is an order"—retained in the German original—and his pedantic punctuality ("precise as a metronome") links the rhythm of the camp with the rhythm of family life in Aïn Deb. The time of the extermination machine, "the sublime and unchanging machine" 9, becomes the deep structure of all three present states.
From “pyjama rayé” to “concentration camp cité”
The novel's metaphors draw their power from the systematic application of camp vocabulary to the "cité." Malrich, who only acquired this knowledge from Rachel, consistently describes his housing estate in the terms of Auschwitz at the end: it is "already a concentration camp," one is "registered, monitored, constantly reminded of the camp rules." 10The inhabitants would become "Kapos"; all that was missing were "the gas chambers and the ovens." The novel does not impose this transfer on the reader without comment, but rather dramatizes it as an appropriation: Malrich thinks in the vocabulary of his dead brother, and the text shows how a framework of interpretation migrates from one space of memory to another.
The most powerful image of this entanglement is Rachel's death itself. She doesn't die by a quick method, but "by a low flame." 11Gassed by the exhaust fumes of his car, in striped pajamas and with a shaved head. His body stages the assumption of the victim role: The SS man's son transforms into a deportee and carries out on his own body the gassing that his father perpetrated. Malrich comments on the theological paradox of this gesture: Rachel has "a single and identical gesture for both the victim and the executioner." 12 Completed. It is precisely at this point that the novel's own analogy becomes questionable – for it identifies the guilty son with the victim and threatens to erase the very distinction that the novel seeks to maintain. The literary maturity of the text lies in this productive ambiguity.
Gender aspects: a world of fathers and sons
The novel's gendered configuration is striking. The central axis is patrilineal: father and sons, guilt and inheritance, the name Schiller. In contrast, the female characters are relegated to the margins. The mother, Aïcha, remains speechless—her brothers barely understood her, "she spoke Berber." 13 —she is the inaccessible, pre-linguistic origin. Ophélie, Rachel's wife, is portrayed as superficial, nervous, and fixated on domestic order, a "Barbie" who wants to keep disaster out of her nest. This generally reductive portrayal of the women close to her contrasts with the only female character in the novel who is granted full dignity: the elderly survivor in Auschwitz, whose sister Nina was murdered in Birkenau. To her, Rachel makes the central plea for forgiveness, and she responds with the sentence that carries the entire book: "Thank you, my son, this touches me deeply; it is the first time anyone has asked me for forgiveness." 14In this scene, a woman crosses the line between victim and perpetrator, thus establishing that "brotherhood above the abyss". 15, which the novel presents as a utopian counter-image to annihilation.
Poetics of Guilt and Writing as Legacy
Primo Levi's question as a poetic center
The novel is deeply intertextually embedded in European testimonial literature, and its reference text is explicitly named: Primo Levi's If this is a manRachel quotes the Kuhn episode in which Levi refuses to offer a prayer of thanksgiving, insisting that nothing—no prayer, no forgiveness, no atonement—can ever undo what has happened. This formula recurs as a leitmotif in the novel: “no expiatory intercession, no forgiveness, no penance on the part of the guilty, ultimately nothing of which man has the power will ever make amends.” 16Rachel's entire existence is an attempt to reverse Levi's title question: Is the executioner also a human being? His answer is that both are – "however degraded the victim may be, he is a human being, and however dishonorable the executioner, he too is a human being." 17With this interpretation, Sansal continues and simultaneously shifts the Holocaust literature: from the testimony of the victim to the impossible testimony of the perpetrator's descendant.
Besides Levi, the text invokes Charlotte Delbo, Elie Wiesel, and Jorge Semprún, and lists the names of historical perpetrators (Höß, Mengele, Eichmann) as well as those of the "righteous" (Oskar Schindler, Albert Battel). Television, in particular, has an intermedial effect: Rachel learns of the massacre through the opening of the news broadcast, and the contemporary historical context HistoryThe report on the Nuremberg Trials provides the interpretive framework. The media's portrayal of history is thus itself a theme of the novel.
The fabricated foreword and the "dangerous parallels"
The autopoetological dimension is concentrated in the fictitious preface. There, the supposed author, Malrich, thanks a teacher who rewrote his book "into good French" and reports on her warning: "She says there are dangerous parallels that could get me into trouble." 18With this sentence, the novel reflects on its own operation—the parallel between the Holocaust and Islamist terror—and its risks in advance. Malrich's defiant reply, "I don't care, what I had to say, I said, period, and I sign off on it." 19The novel's writing style is staged as a deliberate provocation. The text is aware of the explosive nature of its analogy and confronts it head-on.
The novel's poetics is a poetics of translation in the broadest sense. Rachel translates her father's silence into knowledge; Malrich translates Rachel's learned French into the language of the "cité"; and the entire novel translates a European memory into a postcolonial space of experience. Writing itself becomes a legacy: Rachel's last words are a request to give his diary to his brother, and Malrich's writing is the fulfillment of this request. "One day you will read my diary and you will understand." 20 – this prophecy addressed to Malrich is also the book's self-description.
Identity in transition: the translatable name
The constellation of characters is condensed into their names. "Rachel" is the fusion of "Rachid" and "Helmut," "Malrich" that of "Malek" and "Ulrich"—an Algerian and a German first name, intertwined to form a third that is neither one nor the other. The brothers' identities are, in the literal sense, translated, created in transition, a composite of two languages and two histories. The father, too, bears several names—Hans Schiller, the converted "Hassan," the Maquis codename "Si Mourad"—and it was the shifting of his name on the list of victims that triggered Rachel's search for clues in the first place. Identity appears throughout the novel as fluid, layered, and never-ending: it is not possession, but a process of translation, and therein lies both its vulnerability and its potential.
Conclusion
The German Village This is a "roman croisé" not because it juxtaposes German, French, and Algerian narratives, but because it elevates this intermingling to a method of understanding. The interweaving of the two diaries, the repetition of the word "village" across four death chambers, the symmetrical timing of massacre and suicide, the migration of camp vocabulary from Auschwitz to the "cité"—all these are forms of a single poetic gesture: the risky analogy that does not resolve differences but rather maintains a productive tension. The novel can be read simultaneously as a text of remembrance, continuing the tradition of European testimonial literature from Levi to Semprún, and as a postcolonial text that inscribes the Franco-Maghreb migration experience into this memory. Its greatness lies in the fact that it does not reconcile the two, but rather, in the figure of the perpetrator's descendant who transforms into a deportee, shapes their impossible encounter. The text itself acknowledges the dangers of this encounter—it includes a warning about the "dangerous parallels" in its own preface. Where Rachel is crushed by the guilt she has inherited and ends with a gesture of begging forgiveness across the abyss, Malrich takes on the legacy of writing and thus the task of keeping the difference narratable. In this novel, identity remains a compound of two names, memory a transition between two stories, and literature the place where the in-between is not paused but made visible as an unending movement.
This second passage taken from the book is from the very last entry, dated April 24, 1996—the day of the suicide, and also the second anniversary of the Aïn Deb massacre. It is Rachel's farewell message, written hours before his death ("It's 23 o'clock. It's the time of my rendezvous."). In this entry, he takes stock and grapples with a just judgment of his father: neither exoneration nor mere condemnation. The quotation is part of an attempt to understand the act historically—as a product of chance, time, and location—without dismissing responsibility. Significantly, the same entry contains the countermovement: immediately afterward, Rachel retracts the exoneration ("But at the same time, the whole choice belongs to us") and insists that his father did indeed make a choice. The quote therefore does not represent Rachel's final words, but rather a thought pattern in a state of flux – the both-and that the entire novel cultivates and that Rachel's suicide then tragically brings to a standstill.
On ne choisit rien dans la vie. Mon père n'a rien choisi, il s'est trouvé là, sur ce chemin qui menait à l'infamie. […] Comme le soleil évacue son trop-plein d'énergie en de fantastiques explosions sporadiques, de temps en temps l'histoire expulse la haine que l'humanité a accumulée en elle, et ce vent brûlant emporte tout ce qui se trouve sur sa route. Le hasard fera que l'on soit là ou là, abrité ou exposé, d'un côté ou de l'autre du Manche.
Boualem Sansal, The German Village or the journal of Frères Schiller
You can't choose your life. My father didn't choose anything; he simply ended up there, on that path that led to shame. […] Just as the sun releases its excess energy in fantastic, sporadic explosions, history occasionally unleashes the hatred that humanity has accumulated within itself, and this blazing wind sweeps away everything in its path. Chance decides whether you're here or there, protected or unprotected, on one side of the handle or the other.
Rachel here considers the most unsettling idea the novel dares to consider: that the dividing line between executioner and victim could also be a matter of chance, of location, of which side of the shaft is chosen – and at the same time grapples with the fact that this thought does not negate responsibility, but rather intensifies it. It is a poetics of doubt, of both/and. (Related to) The legend This point marks a shift. The novel conceives of the two locations at the dividing line of history as contingent, intertwined, and never entirely morally certain. Both points in the novel are linked by the date April 24: the massacre (1994) and the day of death (1996). Both belong to Rachel, the educated, reflective voice—not to Malrich, the heir. And both demonstrate the novel's characteristic movement: it never conceives of guilt as a fixed front, but as something staggered, translatable, and never entirely resolvable.
This article is written in German and can be found at https://rentree.de. Automatic translations into English and French are available. English, French.
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