You will arrive at this book after Trevor-Roper, Speer, Shirer, Bullock, Churchill, Gilbert, Irving, Ambrose and all the rest; but it is not that type of history.
First of all ignore the Nazis marketing; the stark red, black and white cover with the obligatory swastika and the obligatory gothic font; also ignore the obligatory Elie Wiesel imprimatur on the back cover. They tell you nothing of what is inside.
Ms. Sereny is primarily an interviewer; in her book "Into That Darkness" she produces a biography of Franz Stangl, Kommandant of the Triblinka extermination Camp in central Poland in 1943. For most of us he and his deathcamp rank at the bottom if not define human atrocity. Ms. Sereny talks to Stangl not a journalist or reporter but as a therapist, and for Stangl this is both the first time and the last time "I never talked to anyone like this"; he dies hours afterwards.
Her picture of Stangl is of a man struggling with his own past behavior, so conflicted in his inability to reconcile his personal concessions; he has developed into two men. One in continuous battle with the other, irreconcilable in their differences, both authors of the same criminal acts from inside one mind. We see both Herr Stangls parse, compartmentalize, excuse, avoid, dodge, stonewall and counter-accuse in a twisted effort to find a logic that will allow them to inhabit that one mind.
Just that Stangl is twisted in conflict at all means that there was in him a spark of recognition of both good and evil as separate things. Moral and immoral, criminal and civil, humane and inhumane; that spark of conscience still glows enough to allow a dim and tardy discrimination. That faint light surrounded by all that darkness is what tears him into two personalities; its the only way he can reconcile the behavior of both; its the only thing that keeps him from becoming an animal. Ms. Sereny finds that animal and turns its slowly in that dim light and destroys both the Stangls.
A third of this book hangs the heavy cloak of complicity squarely on the shoulders of the Vatican. She is not too kind to Simon Wiesenthal either.
Put this book up on your shelf next to Arendt.