Time for my beach read, and this year it is All
The Light We Cannot See.
It's a story about a girl and a boy. In August of 1944, in the
waning days of World War II, the picturesque Breton town of
Saint-Malo, occupied by the retreating German army, is being bombed
by Allied forces. Alone on the top floor of a tall narrow house, a
French sixteen-year-old blind girl named Marie-Laure LeBlanc fears
for her life. Five blocks away eighteen-year-old German private
Werner Pfennig, a radio specialist stationed in a grand old hotel, is
assigned to intercept messages from Allied sympathizers and eliminate
them. The two have never met.
Having
set them so close together, author Anthony Doerr then jumps backward
to 1934, to tell the parallel stories of their childhoods. Hers is
the tale of a comfortable life in pre-war Paris near the Jardin des
Plantes, with a loving father who teaches his daughter that her
blindness is no handicap. His is the harsher existence of an orphan
in a coal mining region outside Essen, but he is saved from a life in
the mines or on the front lines by his extraordinary talent with
radios. In brief chapters, Doerr cuts back and forth between
Saint-Malo of 1944 and the paths each took from the start of the war
to their current precarious state.
I
know, I know. Blind girl, orphan boy, war, danger, love conquers
all, sentimental and predictable. Not at all. This beautifully
written book is many things – suspenseful, emotional, nuanced,
heartbreaking, joyous – but it is resoundingly unsentimental. Yes
there are a few coincidences, but none that disturb the flow of this
haunting story. An added plus – short chapters! Beach, plane
trip, waiting room, DMV line – this book is the perfect choice.
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