In this novel, Boyne
re-visits World War 2 almost ten years after the success of The
Boy in the Striped Pyjamas, so there’s the question:
‘Will this be as successful?
Boyne uses a familiar
technique: he sets up the world of Pierrot, a seven year old boy,
very carefully. Did he decide to make this boy younger, I wonder,
following the criticism of Bruno in his first novel - that he was too
old not to understand that he was living next to a
concentration camp? Or is that just me, thinking as an author, not as
reader...it goes with the job.
Pierrot has a German
father, a French mother and a Jewish friend, a deaf boy called
Anschel. After being orphaned, Pierrot is sent from Paris to Austria,
where his Aunt Beatrix works as a housekeeper to a mysterious master
who visits the Berghof, a house on top of a mountain in the Bavarian
Alps. Travelling there alone, Pierrot’s fear is increased when he
is bullied by young German soldiers on the train.
The reader is quickly
drawn in to Pierrot’s new and strange world: the master of the
Berghof is Adolph Hitler; the year is 1935 and the world is already
moving towards war. Pierrot recognises Hitler as soon as he sees him.
His aunt has already taught him what to say if they meet: Heil
Hitler. They do meet, and Hitler take s a liking to Pierrot
(re-named Pieter), and slowly sucks him into the Hitler Youth. That’s
when I became too aware of the research that went into this book. I
didn’t like the cameo appearances of real people into real history,
such as the visit from the Duke of Windsor and Wallis Simpson.
But then fictional
events take a turn for the worse and rack up a terrible tension. This
is where I began to hold my breath. I want to sympathise with the
traumatised, orphaned Pierrot/Pieter. I want his innocence to survive
the brutality of war. But I know, deep down, that he has to conform
to survive.
And survive he does, at
the cost of a terrible decision. Traitors must be punished,
Pieter told himself.
That’s the great
sadness and tragedy for me, an innocent child corrupted by his
environment. Will Pieter suffer regret and guilt forever? Will
Pieter be able to see just what he’s become? He has to,
hasn’t he, otherwise he will have been corrupted forever. There has
to be a way back for him, for all those who have been corrupted by
war.
I once listened to a
talk given by a boy soldier, ordered to kill to order in Sierra
Leone. He said that afterwards, he was taught by a therapist to
repeat, ‘It wasn’t me who killed. It was somebody else.’
How will Boyne deal
with this dilemma?
I thought it wasn’t
going to be solved, even as I began to read the last chapter, A
Boy without a Home. At first, it read again too much like a
history book, too close to research. And then came the ending I
wanted, a wonderful ending of hope, which has stayed with me – and
I won’t spoil by telling you, except to say that Pieter offers his
only friend – and his reader – the chance to decide.
Pauline Francis
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