The Monday Book: ALL THE LIGHT WE CANNOT SEE by Anthony Doerr

Perhaps I enjoyed this book so much because it broke one of the cardinal rules of fiction: continuity in a narrative arc. The book time jumps and it has chapters that are two pages long, tiny vignettes in larger lives. And it WORKS!

The topic is tried and true: World War II. The book follows two teenagers: a blind girl whose father is a museum employee in Paris tasked with protection of a rare gem; and an orphaned boy in Germany whose aptitude for all things electronic sends him to an elite school for boys destined to be leaders in the Reich.

Both kids are hampered by something significant, navigating one of the most dangerous and heartbreaking times in Europe. And both are trying to have actual lives, not recognizing that they are pawns to other people, seeing themselves as themselves–although Werner starts catching on toward the end of his years in the school, as Germany begins to lose the war. It’s interesting how human Werner is, absorbing terrible cruelty as part of his education but beginning to wonder what’s going on when the electricity is rationed. He’s still human, and humane, but he’s not challenging the order from his powerless position, because he knows what will happen if he does.

Marie-Laurie is 11 and a pampered child who doesn’t understand why they aren’t sleeping in a bed when her father leads her out of Paris. He makes models for her of the towns they live in, and as far as he can teaches her to be self-sufficient. The rumors of Germany disinterest in accommodating handicaps is a rumbling undercurrent in her confinement as the war roils around her. Mostly she is interested in the same thing Werner is: eating, learning, and whether her immediate family is all right.

After fleeing Paris to the seaside town of St. Malo, Marie-Laurie and her father (who is arrested and sent to Germany) at first settle in with an eccentric uncle and his very smart housekeeper. The housekeeper is organizing resistance activity, and the radio hidden in their attic becomes a key component of all the futures of characters in this novel.

Piecemeal and brilliant in the way the novel uses chaos to narrate chaos, All The Light We Cannot See is driven by characters, which is my favorite kind of novel. What they want and what they value drives their decisions: the housekeeper feels like a girl again as a 74-year-old resistance leader unsuspected because of her age. Werner wants to be able to look his little sister in the eye again after living as a Nazi. Marie-Laurie knows she can’t have what she wants, which is her father to return. And one of the Nazis wants the rare gem Marie-Laurie’s father took with him from Paris. Who gets what they want, and who doesn’t, makes for a rich read. Highly recommended.

Jeeves – The Floor – – –

Jack originally wrote this post yesterday then pressed the wrong button and lost it all, so this has been completely re-written from memory and with help from Wendy – sigh – – –

We have a new pet called Whiskers. Ever since he arrived he’s been nosing around all the corners of the house. He roams about bumping into things before continuing in and out and roundabout. Our cats and the dawg don’t know quite what to make of him as he hums to himself and swirls his whiskers.

He is a robot vacuum cleaner we inherited from friends David and Susan, who upgraded. So Whiskers came to live with us.

I originally thought he was a she – a kind of house maid, but whiskers on a house maid didn’t seem appropriate so I soon realized that he’s a Butler. He does talk to us when he needs things in an oddly feminine voice but I suppose he got the housemaid to record the messages. I wasn’t sure to start with what he should be fed, but it turned out to be small portions of electricity which he obtains from his quaintly named ‘charging port’. When he needs to be fed he tells us and I place him in front of the charging port, whereupon he positions himself and parallel parks.

Wendy says I murmur to him like a cat when carrying him to the charger.

I love just watching him roaming around, bumping into things, changing direction, avoiding my feet and the other pets! He’s very conscientious, doing the corners twice, always returning to straight line, not missing even an inch.

I recently read, on the BBC website, that one of his English relatives escaped out the door of a hotel and vacuumed the parking lot before ending up being rescued from a hedge. I’m sure that after appropriate re-education he now knows where he belongs. And we keep the doors closed so Whiskers doesn’t get out.

Being a Presbyterian Scot turned Quaker I, of course, don’t believe in these kinds of modern technology. I only ever ‘inherit’ them against my will. As I often say to friends – “the dishwasher was already here”. But Whiskers doesn’t really feel so much like tech as like an agreeable housemate who’s good at floors.