This makes up the big three of the personal narratives of concentration camp experiences, wherein Feuchtwanger writes of what he has been through ""as personally, as subjectively as possible"". There is not the high drama of the Habe book -- the emotionalism of the Koestler book; but it is a more thinking book. Throughout Feuchtwanger has gone beyond the individual to interpret the philosophical, the psychological, derivations of his summer in 1940. First in the concentration camp at Le Mille, a brick-year, where Germans and Austrians, Jews and a few Nazis, lived through overcrowding, noise, stench, and the omnipresent dust of bricks -- bricks -- bricks. And shepherding them all was the Devil of France, the devil of indifference, sloth, bureaucracy, more frustrating than any devil of malice or hatred. Finally the fall of France, the encroaching Nazis, and the vital problem of release -- or escape -- which was eventually manoeuvred for him. The market may be partially exhausted, but Feuchtwanger has a following for all he writes.