A young soldier from a working-class background returns to civilian life and tries his luck in Paris, where he struggles to live on the pay from his boring job as a clerk. Things improve when he meets an old military friend who is an editor on a newspaper and who gives him a job as a journalist. So begins Duroy's gradual rise through Parisian society, using everyone he meets, especially women, to further his ambition, not giving a damn about anyone but himself. But of course Duroy (christened Bel-Ami by his admirers) is never satisfied with what he has; his greed is insatiable, his ambition limitless.
Maupassant is careful not to make Duroy too dislikable at first: he is a typical man, he seems to be saying, though perhaps more attractive than most, and certainly luckier, but not in the least bit unusual.
Having watched his old friend die, Duroy snaps out of his melancholy musings on the precarious, fleeting nature of life and immediately begins to seduce the young widow: 'Holding a woman in your arms! That is the limit of human happiness.'
He goes on to seduce several more women, having as many as three on the go at one time and treating them all rather badly: towards the end of the book I couldn't help wondering what kind of a guy (or Guy) the author must have been (it is apparently semi-autobiographical).
The novel is an attack on the sleaze, corruption and hypocrisy in society, with a few thoughts on death and desire thrown in, and was a great success when published in 1885. The style is straight to the point and very cynical, the prose generally modern in feel and very readable, if lacking subtlety (a few points are a little laboured at times) and I thought the translation could have been better, especially the punctuation. In places it has the feel of some existential novels written fifty years later. Despite the unpleasantness of the main character and the pessimistic view of human nature, this still manages to be quite an enjoyable book to read and an interesting comment on the society of the time.