The book opens in April 1945, just before the end of the war, with the art museum in the little town of Lohenfelde being bombarded by American artillery and finally receiving a direct hit from an American phosphorus shell and catching fire. Sheltering in the vault were four members of the museum's staff, whose corpses are found by an American patrol led by a young corporal, Neal Parry, who had taken an art course back in the States and had designed advertisement for cigarettes and such like.
After this opening, the chapters more or less alternate between, on the one hand, going back to the last few hours when the staff were still alive in the shelter and, on the other, going forward from the moment when Parry had found the corpses. The horrors of war, powerfully described by the author, are ever present in both parts. The rumble of guns, sometimes distant, sometimes near, is ever in the background; crumbling masonry has filled the air with dust, debris and smoke; objects and torn limbs have been flung about into the weird juxtapositions of Dada paintings.
The reader knows, when he reads the conversations in the shelter, of the characters' impending doom. They themselves are of course fearful; their talk is fitful and at times inconsequential, but suppressed tensions between the four come to the surface, as do suppressed secrets. They all have patriotic and dutiful feelings; the two women spout Nazi sentiments about Jews and Bolsheviks; the two men are more reserved in this respect.
The book asks us to think about what works of art can mean to some people in the midst of the ugliness and destruction of war.
The central German character is Herr Hoffer, the Acting Director of the museum. He loves the Germannness of German art, but he grieves for how much of its modern expressions had been declared degenerate, while other fine paintings had simply been removed by high-up Nazis for their offices or homes. (One SS man, an art lover who is obsessed by one painting in particular, plays an important role in the story.) Other pictures had been stored for safety in a salt mine for the duration of the war. Hoffer had managed to save from this deportation only a few of his most beloved paintings by hiding them in the Museum's vaults.
One of these was a small German landscape which Parry finds in the ruins and "appropriates". Parry's aesthetic feelings about art are not reflected in the coarse language in which he thinks and expresses himself (and which contrasts also with the formal language of the four Germans and also with Thorpe's often beautiful prose). But then most of his thoughts are not about art anyway, but about his army experiences, about all the devastation and all those "deads" he has seen, about his life back home, about his ancestors, about sex past and present.
At the end of most of the chapters there are a few enigmatic lines in italics. I was quite glad to have read a "spoiler" on the American Amazon website which explains where they come from. We can perhaps guess it towards the end, when they add a further dimension to the story - though even when (on the last page) we know whose voice they are and re-read them, they remain rather obscure.
The book has its longueurs in the middle; but each of the two stories comes to a tense and dramatic end.