Review
This short novel, Dugain's first, was written for his grandfather and richly deserved the many literary prizes it received. Adrien, a young officer, begins his account of the 1914-18 war by claiming that he knows nothing of the trenches, the mud or the stench. This is true, for his face was shattered by a German shell in the very first days of the campaign. With other disfigured officers, he spends the war years in the Val de Grace military hospital in Paris being operated on time after time in attempts to rebuild the missing tissue and bones. He is the first patient but soon the ward fills up with other sufferers all needing bone or skin grafts, prostheses and protracted treatment. Some men die there and others long to commit suicide but Adrien and his fellow veterans do their best to keep the patients hope alive and, in doing so, form a bond of friendship which will last them all their days. Such horrors do not make for easy reading but the sober tone avoids sensationalism and there is even humour and a happy ending. (Kirkus UK)
First-novelist Dugain's return to WWI, winner of the Prix des Libraires, offers quietly extended moments of seeming authenticity, then ends not in ashes but in soap. In 1914, Adrian Fournier is 24, a civil engineer-and an officer. In his first day at the front, before the fighting has really even begun, he's told to scout for locations along the Meuse where bridges can be built-but he doesn't get far. Just as he's gotten off his horse, the two men with him are killed and he himself is wounded hideously, never having even seen the enemy. His injury is "maxillofacial," a wound to the face-or, more exactly, the loss of the whole center part "of "his face. He becomes the first patient in the wing of the Val de Grace military hospital set aside for officers with this dreadful type of wound. There he'll stay for the duration, in fact until April of 1919, undergoing a total of 16 operations (though his face "still did not look human") and pondering how to go on with life afterward. As the ward fills, he becomes a kind of respected senior figure along with two others-Weil and Penanster-who remain patients as long as he does and with whom he becomes lifelong friends. There's a woman in the picture also-Fournier met her only once, the night before he went to the front. Will she remember him? Will his appalling wound make love impossible? Weil counsels that sexual love is over for men with wounds like theirs-but could he be wrong? The love melodrama, though, poses fewer troubles for the reader than does the inexplicable good cheer of these ruined men, feted by the state apparatus that even now "still "hasn't embittered them ("It was a great day, and I came away convinced that this had indeed been the war to end all wars"). Curiously light, an herbal teacup of the grim horrors drunk by the gallon by predecessors long ago. (Kirkus Reviews)
Product Description
'The First World War? I wasn't there. The muddy trench, the bone-piercing dampness, the black winter rats, the smell of cigarettes and shit, the rain constantly pouring out of God's steely sky - that wasn't the war I knew.' In the officers' ward of a hospital in Paris, three young men and a woman meet in the early days of the First World War. Each of them has suffered horrific injuries to the face: Adrien, the narrator, Penanster, a Breton aristocrat, Weil, a Jewish aviator, and Marguerite, a nurse, one of the few women in the hospital. The friendship that the four form sustains them through the months and years that follow. When the war ends they are released from hospital, to adapt as they can to life outside. Based on the true war experiences of the author's grandfather, this is a moving, humorous and humane novel about war and survival.