This entry makes a fresh and worthwhile contribution to the vast literature on the history of the First World War. Peter Englund has culled the diaries, memoirs and letters of 20 individuals who went through the conflict as combatants or non-combatants. None of them is famous, to my knowledge, but their stories are nonetheless fascinating. By using this narrative method the author is able to range across every geographical front and backwater in the global conflict and illuminate many different aspect of its impact on humanity, from mortality rates to romance. It is not a battlefield or campaign history, but we nonetheless learn a great deal about the progress of the war and what it was like for infantrymen, sailors and airmen, for nurses, doctors and politicians, for daughters, sisters and wives, trying to survive and make sense of what was happening to them and their loved ones. Englund is an excellent writer and his book is a poignant and vivid recreation of a terrible phase of civilisation.
The narrative form he has chosen is both a strength and a weakness. His aim is to embrace as many facets of human endeavour as possible and thereby weave a substantial tale. He does that. But it involves a considerable demand on the reader to juggle a cast of 20 diverse players, recalling who they are and where we are up to in their stories. Each 'diary' fragment is quite short, so the juggling has to be rapid. Englund does a great deal of retelling and contextualising throughout, obviously to fill in gaps in the original source material and enhance the dramatic development. Perhaps this is overdone at times, with the result that we can lose the individual 'voices' of his players. Another obvious limitation of his approach is that many small windows on a very big subject do not readily or necessarily allow us to grasp the big picture. I would argue that Englund does marvellously well in overcoming this limitation, through the strength of his prose and breadth of his humanity. Nevertheless, I sensed that he himself was not satisfied and wanted to be more complete. As a result, a very large number of footnotes have been incorporated into the text, serving as a conventional historical narrative or commentary, replete with facts and figures and anecdotes. There are interesting and useful tidbits in the footnotes but, as the book goes on, the author restlessly pursues too many incidental and tangental matters. As a result, it feels that he is losing focus on the players. The impression is reinforced by the rather abrupt way in which he farewells them at the end, which left me wondering what the book finally wanted to say. As a commentator on the war, I would say Englund can be both illuminating and biased (for instance, I detected an ungenerous feeling towards Americans).
Despite these reservations, I think 'The Beauty and the Sorrow' (surely a title too near 'The Sorrow and the Pity') is well worth reading for an intimate and deeply felt impression of total war.