In spite of the cover's claim that 'The Third Reich' is Roberto Bolaño's "first new novel since the epic '2666'", the book was written in 1989, but remained unpublished in any language until 2010, seven years after the author's death. As such, it occupies an intermediate position between the short early novellas 'Antwerp' and 'Monsieur Pain' and the more mature and characteristic work that made Roberto Bolaño's reputation.
The main interest lies in the fact that this is an uncharacteristic and transitional work. The surreal, dreamlike violence of the early books, which returns in 'By Night in Chile' and 'Distant Star', is considerably muted. Bolaño seems here to be trying on the manner of a cooler, more generically European and frankly less interesting writer. The plot draws on much of the same material that forms the basis of the far more radical and fragmentary 'Antwerp', but expands and embeds it in a more conventional narrative concerning a young German on holiday in Spain who finds himself drawn into a series of ambiguous relationships with the locals.
At home, Udo Berger is a champion player of the military board game 'Third Reich'. Bolaño uses the game as a framework for a mystery tale that has aspirations to something more profound: a game of strategy that is also a detective story and a meditation on human identity and relationships.
I felt that the book worked reasonably well in its own terms, and admirers of Roberto Bolaño will want to read it. However, I can understand why it remained unpublished for twenty years. Whereas 'Antwerp' and 'Monsieur Pain' are sharply individual and well worth reading in their own right, 'The Third Reich' has something of the air of an exercise in the manner of the day by a writer trying out the long form and still uncertain of his strengths. There are echoes of Peter Handke and the films of Antonioni. But interesting characters are allowed to fade away: the complexities and uncertainties of the plot double and redouble without leading to any clear conclusion; and tighter editing would certainly have helped to dispel the air of repetition that sets in.
This is, admittedly, a book about uncertainty and obsession; but a reader new to Bolaño is unlikely to understand on the basis of this readable but rather uninvolving novel why the author's reputation is currently so high.