An author walks a delicate line when the protagonist of a book is unlikable. How do you get readers to invest time and themselves in a character who, for example, seems largely amoral?
One method is with a character who is dealing with struggles common in the search for personhood. Such an approach helps readers with the self-centered narrator of Raymond Radiguet’s early modernist work, The Devil in the Flesh.
Francois is an increasingly detestable teenage boy in the book, set in the Paris suburbs in the last year of World War I. At first, Francois (unnamed in many translations of the book but named here in Christopher Moncrieff’s translation) is a teen seemingly struggling with the ideas of love and sex all teenagers encounter. But he manipulates the 18-year-old wife of a French soldier at the front into an affair and impregnates her.
Perhaps not surprisingly, the book caused a stir when first released in 1923. Although the age of consent in France at the time was 13, the thought of a teen’s betrayal of a fighting man would still chafe. What perhaps bolstered the distress of readers is the knowledge there were more than a few wives who cheated on their soldier husbands and gave birth to illegitimate children. In fact, the book is semi-autobiographical. Radiguet supposedly started writing it between the ages of 16 and 18 after having had an affair with the wife of an soldier at age 14. (He would die at age 20 the year the book was published.)
Yet the sordid touch added by Francois’ age and the betrayal of a soldier are not the only elements that can disturb. In fact, in the first paragraph Francois observes, “People who reproach me should try and imagine what the War was for so many young boys — a four-year-long holiday.” Certainly, those who directly or indirectly experienced a war that took the lives of nearly 1.4 million French soldiers don’t view it as a holiday. Add to this that Francois comes off as little more than an amoral narcissist, and there’s plenty to outrage. Francois seeks to prove his observation that “[h]appiness thinks only of itself.”
At the outset of The Devil in the Flesh, Francois is what readers today would essentially classify as a teenager with the attitude of that age. His sexual desires and drives, although not specifically denominated as such early in the book, have become far more common among literary characters over the decades. When he first meets 18-year-old Marthe Lascombe, the daughter of a family friend, her fiancé is on the front lines. Francois fosters his relationship with her by helping her pick out items for her future household. It is only after her marriage, though, that he eventually manipulates her into a sexual relationship. Yet Francois eventually falls deeply in love with Marthe, at least insofar as he can conceive of the emotion
Throughout the book, the dialog and perspective are internal. Francois is focused on his feelings and his emotions. Only occasionally does he show care or concern for Marthe and even then it tends to be short-lived. Yet there is no doubt he has some internal conflicts. and Francois often seems a blend of naiveté and hedonism. He wants to flaunt society’s rules but often oscillates between the effort to shock and an effort to hide the relationship. He repeatedly praises love yet even then does so in a tone mental health professionals would call affectless. He is not unaware of a certain inherent level of immaturity while engaging in an adult game. “We were like children standing on a chair, proud of being taller than the grown-ups,” he says. “Circumstances put us in this lofty position, but we were unable to live up to it.”