I’m very dubious about this book. The story is about a nine year old boy, Bruno, who in 1942 moves with his family to a place he calles Out With where his father is Commandant. He is bored because there is no one to play with, but out the window he sees fences and behind the fences he sees a lot of people, so one day he goes exploring along the fence and he meets a boy names Shmuel, which he becomes friends with.
The story is told from the boys point of view (sort of) so we see the world through a 9 year olds eyes. I think this is an interesting perspective. In times the repetitiveness of certain remarks gets a bit tiresome, but in general I think the tone of the story is interesting and unique. It gives the story a sort of fairy tale feel, a myth. In some ways it reminded me of Pan’s Labyrinth (which I adore).
There’s a catch though. Or actually there’s two. The first is a knowledge thing. Some settings I just know to be wrong, or at least highly unlikely. Most children were gassed on arrival. And the ones that did remain were there either to work or be experimented upon. Shmuel however sits with Bruno at the edge of the fence almost every afternoon. It feels as if Auschwitz Birkenau is merely a place where people were confined and sat around, but we know this is not the case. Besides this there’s also many small incosistencies, like Shmuel gets away with stealing from the Commandant.
Now, all of this I think I could overlook, since the tone of the story is that of a myth and it’s told from a boy who doesn’t grasp what Auschwitz is about. However, where it gets itchy for me, is that I don’t really believe either Bruno or Shmuels perspective. Bruno seems completely innocent and unaware. It’s hard for us grown ups to remember what the world looked like at nine. But around that time, I do remember organising some events in school to help people in Afrika. So I think this is the age when you start to slowly become aware of the bigger picture. And even if you’re a late bloomer, what impacts children at a very young age is the feeling of a place, the athmosphere. For instance, when I was 6, my grandfather died very suddenly. I don’t remember much about that day itself. But thinking back on that, even more than 20 years later, still makes me sad. I think a 9 year old, living that close to a death camp, would have felt that something was very wrong about this place. Also, Shmuel at some point can’t find his father anymore. He wants to go look for him. Even Anne Frank who was in hiding in Amsterdam had heard the rumours about the crematoria. I just don’t believe that a boy who lives only a few hundred miles from those crematoria, who can smell it, who breathes in the ashes, does not understand what’s going on.
The writing is simple so it’s a very easy book to read. I finished it in a few days. And the story is definitely worth the little effort it takes to read. But I think my conclusion would have to be that storytelling wise it’s a little stuck. It should have either been set up as a real myth, so with no reference to Hitler or Auschwitz. But because that reference is there, I feel the author should have been more carefull about the details. I get the feeling he’s never been to Auschwitz Birkenau. I think that if he had been, he would have written a very different story.