However, this book is also about the market for opinions and the incentives it generates, particularly on the right. It explores the delusions of importance shared by French men and women of letters, both those in favor of and opposed to the verdict. One of the funniest sections involves Brasillach's lawyer arguing for his acquittal based on his clever literary allusions, which the predominantly working-class jurors simply don't understand. It also ponders what words can accomplish, when words have the power to kill, and what a writer's responsibility is when words do indeed lead to death.
My only wish is that the book had delved deeper into Brasillach's specific Vichy-era denunciations. Was the school master he singled out arrested or killed as a result of his Je Suis Partout article? Were his pieces advocating the deportation of Jewish children and the rounding up and killing of Communists influential on the occupiers or the Vichyists? We are left with the impression that his writing plausibly could have led to deaths, but perhaps it didn't.
Nevertheless, this is just a minor quibble in the grand scheme of things. It also poses a question about the influence of his writing that is likely unanswerable. Overall, it's a remarkable book, and its conclusion mirrors that of Camus, the only literary figure who emerges relatively well: Brasillach was a despicable person, yet he deserved to live, not because he was innocent but because the death penalty is always unjust.