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DNF. I just couldn't get through this one, and I just think it wasn't for me. I don't want to rate it too poorly, though, because just because I didn't appreciate it, it doesn't mean others wont! It just felt really messy and long-winded and I think that detracted from the story the author was trying to tell.

First published in Switzerland in 1985; published in translation by Pushkin Vertigo on April 2, 2019

The Execution of Justice reminds readers that there are “cases where the justice system made no sense, became mere farce.” At the very least, the justice system often flounders when it tries to discover the truth in a world where nothing is certain. Friedrich Dürrenmatt explores that concept in an engaging crime novel that indicts not just the Swiss justice system, but Switzerland itself, and perhaps all of humanity.

Dr.h.c. Isaak Kohler, former canton deputy, strolls into a restaurant, amiably greets Professor Adolf Winter, then pulls out a revolver and shoots him dead. Or did he? The police commandant looks up from his meal in time to see his friend Kohler strolling away from the victim. The public prosecutor, Jammerlin, insists upon using the full force of the police to find Kohler, which turns out to be unnecessary when Kohler strolls into the concert Jammerlin is attending, sits down next to the prosecutor, and enjoys the music until the police arrest him after politely waiting for the performance of Brahms to end.

Kohler puts up no defense, readily admits the crime (or does he?), but insists he had no motive. Nor can any motive be discovered. Thus he is condemned as a killer who kills for the joy of killing and is given the hefty (by Swiss standards) sentence of 20 years.

The novel is narrated by a low-rent lawyer, Herr Spät, who specializes in representing whores. Spät gets a letter from Kohler and visits the penitentiary to meet with him. The warden can’t understand why Kohler is so happy; it defies his faith in realism. Kohler asks Spät to reinvestigate his case on the assumption that he is not the murderer — another blow to realism and seemingly pointless, but Spät needs the money. Later, for much the same motivation, Spät sells himself again, but in a different way.

It is easy enough for Spät to figure out how Kohler rid himself of the murder weapon, but it is altogether more difficult to make a case for Kohler’s innocence. At Kohler’s request, he engages the services of a private investigator named Fredi Lienhard. His investigation brings him to a woman who calls herself Monica Steiermann, the boyfriend who beats Monica (Dr. Benno), and the Prince von Cuxhafen, a Formula I racer who also beats her. The convoluted “lives, loves, guzzles, swindles, scrambles and fusses” he encounters lead him at any given moment closer to or farther from the object of his investigation: “the truth behind the truth.” A truth that, in the end, “seems hardly more than a bizarre and evil fairy tale.”

The story is immensely clever. If Kohler had no motive, it soon becomes clear that someone else did. People begin to wonder, against all odds, whether the person with the motive is actually guilty, and the reader begins to wonder whether actual guilt has anything to do with justice. Innocence and guilt are both theories; nobody knows the truth. Spät, in the meantime, becomes involved in a surprising mystery of his own, one that seems to give the plot its final twist. The main story ends inconclusively, with Spät resolved to take a certain retributive action that he might or might not carry out. An “editor’s note” follows, completing the story with yet another twist.

A rambling section near the novel’s end is narrated by a drunken Spät, who indicts the justice system not as corrupt but as a lie, a false image of impartiality when everything about the police and lawyers and judges is biased in one way or another. Justice in such a system is an illusion, or at best a happy accident. Of course, those sorts of musings inspire people to administer their own brand of justice, a temptation that causes one of the characters to advise against revenge. “What had happened was unimportant, because it happened. You had to shake off the things that happened to you, anyone who was unable to forget was simply throwing himself in the path of time and would be crushed.”

Dürrenmatt describes his country and its post-war history in prose that is both lush and scathing. Spät tells us that he has been raised “according to the principles of the pedagogues and psychiatrists that our nation has produced along with precision watches, psychopharmaceuticals, secret bank accounts, and eternal neutrality.”

The story sometimes resembles a carnival in the way it assaults the reader with colorful and freakish characters. Strong prose, captivating characters, philosophical depth, and a plot that manages to be both byzantine and clear make me recommend The Execution of Justice as a classic example of a crime novel that rises above the genre.

RECOMMENDED

This is a literary mystery that is original and written with energy and style. It's not a lot of fun. You dislike all the characters and have little interest in the murder. The story moves jerkily back and forth in time, and is told by an unreliable and tedious narrator. The author describes absurd events with clinical precision.

I'm not sure if it's meant to be satire or bitter social commentary or an elaborate joke. It resembles noir fiction in that a self-destructive protagonist battles a legal system that is more corrupt than the criminals and unpleasant sex complicates everything, but does not have a noir mood. The protagonist is not so much disillusioned as disgusted with life--not just the corruption he finds but life itself.

I can't really recommend the book either as a pleasure or for any edification I found in it. The author is very talented but he either chose to write a somewhat tedious and ultimately pointless book, or he never quite decided what he wanted to write, or there is some deep point that I missed.

I like some originality in the writing, and different styles can be very good. This book, however, has what I call "messy writing", and it's hard to read a mess, so no good for me.

Unusually, I simply couldn't get to grips with this book. It felt more like it was written in 1885 not 1985, with its dense use of language and long-winded diversions.
I struggled to make any headway and admit to giving up.
Normally enjoy translated European literature but this was possibly too smart, even for me.
4/10

"Justice" is an allegorical thriller about the distinction of justice and law, and at the same time it is a harsh critique of Swiss society and its economic foundations. In the novel, the law (which has become more powerful than the concept of "justice" to be supposedly enforced) is ubiquitous and applies literally - and so are its loopholes - but justice is being thwarted from beginning to the end.

Everything in the story appears fluid and variable, objective truth does not exist, even testimonies of eyewitnesses are manufactured and reconstructed; the text poses questions in which answers are not given, so the end of reading finds the reader with a feeling of dissatisfaction, both because the much-needed justice is not awarded, and because he can not decide what it would mean, in what case would have restored the law in this story.

The issue that arises is concerning the relationship of dialectic and morality, or even better, dialectic and immorality; how can we, through dialectic, justify everything? And supposing it is possible, does reasoning becomes immediately immoral?

No, not for me, this one. Far too convoluted and pointless. Many positive reviews, so perhaps I was missing something – but I gave up trying to find it. A murder takes place in a restaurant and there are witnesses and the killer is recognised, arrested and put in prison. Where he is perfectly happy and asks a down-at-heel lawyer to take up his case nonetheless in some sort of philosophical or existential game to prove that someone else could have done it. But they couldn’t – because the man who did it is there, in the prison. That’s when it lost me. It’s all rather surreal and absurd, and if I’m the one at fault rather than the book, then so be it.

This is my first time reading anything by Dürrenmatt, a Swiss playwright and writer. I would say this book is the anti-crime novel. Although steeped in the ambience of noir, it's a philosophical and existential, thus absurdist, exploration of justice and human morality. I found it both fascinating and confounding and couldn't quite put it down. It's narrated by a down on his luck alcoholic lawyer tasked with "proving" the innocence of a guilty man. As such, the narrative swerves and turns and provides none of the chronological coherence and tidiness of plot that you would find in a more traditional whodunit. The author apparently started this in the 1950s and finished it in the 80s. There is a lot of criticism of Swiss society and its contradictions packed into the thirty years it took to complete this book. But much of it is a recognition of a universal malaise, distilled into sharp satire.

(TW for some typically macho/toxically masculine views on rape and ableism.)

Dürrenmatt is part of the German curriculum so most German speakers will have read The Judge And His Hangman or The Physicists. the Execution Of Justice is probably lesser known but it’s still classic fare - an obvious murder committed in full few of dozens of witnesses is being re-examined by a young lawyer on behalf of the perpetrator. All sorts of weird and wonderful characters parade through this story that deals with the differences of law versus justice, corruption within the system and the consequences. It might be a little heavy on the philosophy for some of the contemporary audience but it’s definitely a classic worth reading.
Published first in 1985 it’s great to see this getting a new home in the Pushkin Veryigo Crime series.