Dusklands

Two stories are narrated from the first-person perspective of two men, the first one a U.S. warfare psychologist in support of the Vietnam War and the second one a Dutch farmer in South Africa in his hunting journey into the depths of the country. In both cases the victims (the Vietnamese and the indigenous people of South Africa) are straight out denigrated and dehumanized, talked about as if they actually deserved all the horrors inflicted upon them.
I am struggling a bit to rate this book because of the mixed feelings it rose in me. On the one hand it is not a book I would read again or keep in my library, possibly because of the dry and straightforward style of writing, my lack of connection to the characters, and the disgust/sadness/anger I felt. On the other hand, I admire how well this style of writing reflects a way of thinking (almost(?)) pathological and very unfortunately real. It is a sad truth that behind all the colonialist and imperialist violences that have occurred and continue occurring there must be minds that work in like these, and the author greatly achieves their portrayal.
It makes me think of the people who named the Hiroshima and Nagasaki atomic bombs Little Boy and Fat Man . What were these people like?