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“Whether it’s Hitler, Capone or Dillinger, as kids they listened to their mothers…
They chose their own route in life.”

Eddy Mitchell, L’important c’est de bien aimer sa maman

Michel Folco - known for his highly colourful, inventive novels full of inspirational narrative techniques - comes face to face here with a character who is very real, too real. And what a character! One who will instigate so many injustices and sorrows, Adolf Hitler.
But Michel Folco is not a biographer, even though his work is painstakingly researched. Using all his imagination and caustic humour, he focuses on how the most ordinary child can harbour the most terrifying monster. Here, a novel exceeds all history books.
The author showed no fear writing about Napoleon or Freud, and with this book he has decided to raise the stakes. But it is a mysterious and largely unfamiliar facet of Hitler that he tackles: his childhood and youth, about which we know very little. The strength of this work derives from how banal the character is. of course, his origins were obscure. Of course, he was a mediocre talent. Of course, his mother died too young. Of course, there was nothing flamboyant or exceptional about his passions. But, as you work your way through this unusual book, a character begins to emerge, and his determination becomes increasingly disturbing. No one can decipher Hitler’s childhood without picturing what lies ahead - his destructive power and the fascination he is to exert over a large proportion of his people, even though he himself is so far from fascinating. And it is a demonstration of Michel Folco’s talent that he has eased into that chink: how come the most ordinary of men harbours Hitler within him?

Michel Folco is a singular case in the landscape of French fiction. He does a great deal of research but is not heavy-handed with it. He laughs a lot, but it is scathing laughter. He clearly has a very active imagination, worthy of a Dumas, and that is why his books feel so “easy” to read, when they are, in fact, excessively complex and rarefied. The saga of Michel Folco’s novels (Dieu et nous seuls pouvons, Un loup est un loup, En avant comme avant and Même le mal se fait bien) is now followed closely by tens of thousands of impassioned adherents.