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A character in Le Feu

Cocon

The squad's arithmetician, an ironmonger's counterman from Lyon in spectacles, who answers everything with a number.

The book

Cover of Le Feu by Henri Barbusse
Le FeuHenri Barbusse, 1916

The first great trench novel — written in the mud by a forty-one-year-old private, Goncourt-crowned while the war it describes still ran.

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At a glance

In the book
Private in Corporal Bertrand's squad
Trade before the war
Counter hand at an ironmonger's in Lyon
Nickname
The Man of Figures
Wears
Spectacles, which is how the squad knows him at a distance
Torment
Lice, worse than anyone else's
Best figure
Ten thousand kilometres of French trench, and as much German

Who they are in the book

Spoiler-free

Cocon sold hardware over a counter in Lyon, in a black smock, with his hands blackened by graphite. He is small, dry and bespectacled, and the squad calls him the Man of Figures. He collects statistics the way an insect collects, and serves them to anyone who stands still.

The joke about him is that the numbers are useless. The other half of the joke, which Barbusse never quite says, is that they are the only method anyone in the book has for getting the size of the war into their heads.

How the book draws them

Appearance, manner, and tone — as the book sketches them, in our words.

  • The lookA small, sharp, angular face made of ridges and triangles, with the two discs of his spectacles perched on it. When he is annoyed the whole face contracts.
  • What he countsThat a soldier has eighteen pockets. That the French side of the front holds around ten thousand kilometres of trench, and the Germans as much again. That each man in the squad has worn out four greatcoats and six pairs of boots, that they have been billeted in forty-seven villages, and that twelve thousand men have passed through a regiment of two thousand.
  • How he uses itTo place himself. He works out the figures, gives them to whoever is next to him, and then asks what they amount to: in all that, what are we?
  • The liceA bad recurrence spreads down his neck and wrists and keeps him apart from the others for a week of scratching, and he comes back to the squad surly. On a cold, wet rest day he sits alone in a corner too weak to change his shirt, and is simply eaten.
  • The childIn a billeted village he takes a small boy between his knees and coaxes out of him what his father says at home: that they will have made fifty thousand francs by the end of May, and that once his brother is got out of the front line the war can go on.
  • The one thing figures do not settleAfter Volpatte comes back from the rear and describes the offices, Cocon has no calculation to offer. He says only that it takes away any desire to die.
Their ending, and the commentary — spoilers aheadHow the book leaves them, what happened after, and what the record says. Open when you're ready.

Cocon is killed at some point during the attack. He is found the next morning in the middle of the plateau with only his head above ground; the narrator's guess is that he fell into a shell-hole and a second shell filled it in on top of him. A crust of mud on his chin looks at first like a heavy beard. Nobody recognises him. Volpatte breaks the mud off with a stick, puts the man's helmet back on the head and holds the round handles of his scissors up in front of the eyes to stand in for spectacles, and then the squad knows him.