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CHAPTER THREE:  JUNE 1940

 

 

ETHENE

 

201

01  For three days she does not meet her great-uncle.

02  Then, feeling her way to the toilet on the fourth morning after their arrival, she steps on something small and hard. 

03  She crouches and locates it with her fingers.

 

01  Whorled and smooth.

02  A sculpture of vertical folds incised by a tapering spiral.

03  The aperture broad and oval.

04  She whispers, “A whelk.”

 

01  One stride in front of the first shell, she finds another.

02  Then a third and a fourth.

03  The trail of seashells arcs past the toilet and down a flight to the closed fifth-floor door she knows by now is his.

04  Beyond which issues the concerted whispers of pianos playing.

05  A voice says, “Come in.”

 

01  She expects fustiness, an elderly funk, but the room smells mildly of soap and books and dried seaweed.

02  Not unlike Dr. Geffard’s laboratory.

 

01  “Great-Uncle?”

 

01  “Marie-Laure.”

 

202

00  His voice is low and soft, a piece of silk you might keep in a drawer and pull out only on rare occasions, just to feel it between your fingers.

01  She reaches into space, and a cool bird-boned hand takes hers.

02  He is feeling better, he says, “I am sorry I have not been able to meet you sooner.”

 

01  The pianos plink along softly; it sounds as if a dozen are playing all at once, as if the sound comes from every point of the compass.

 

01  “How many radios do you have, Uncle?”

 

01  “Let me show you.”

02  He brings her hands to a shelf.

03  “This one is stereo.

04  Heterodyne.

05  I assembled it myself.”

06  She imagines a diminutive pianist, dressed in a tuxedo, playing inside the machine.

07  Next he places her hands on a big cabinet radio, then on a third no bigger than a toaster.

08  Eleven sets in all, he says, boyish pride slipping into his voice.

09  “I can hear ships at sea.

10  Madrid.

11  Brazil.

12  London.

13  I heard Pakistan once.

14  Here at the edge of the city, so high in the house, we get superb reception.”

 

01  He lets her dig through a box of fuses, another of switches.

02  He leads her to bookshelves next: the spines of hundreds of books; a birdcage; beetles in match boxes; an electric mousetrap; a glass paperweight inside which, he says, a scorpion has been entombed; jars of miscellaneous fuses; a hundred more things she cannot identify.

03  He has the entire fifth floor ― one big room, except for the landing ― to himself.

 

203

01  Three windows open onto the rue Vauborel in the front, three more onto the alley in the back.

02  There is a small and ancient bed, his coverlet smooth and tight.

03  A tidy desk, a davenport.

 

01  “That’s the tour,” he says, almost whispering.

02  Her great-uncle seems kind, curious, and entirely sane.

03  Stillness: this is what he radiates more than anything else.

04  The stillness of a tree.

05  Of a mouse blinking in the dark.

 

01  Madame Manec brings sandwiches.

02  Etienne doesn’t have any Jules Verne, but he does have Darwin, he says, and reads to her from The Voyage of the “Beagle,” translating English to French, as he goes ― the variety of species among the jumping spiders appears almost infinite . . .

03  Music spirals out of the radios, and it is splendid to drowse on the davenport, to be warm and fed, to feel the sentences hoist her up and carry her somewhere else.

 

 

01  Six blocks away at the telegraph office, Marie-Laure’s father presses his face to the window to watch two German motorcycles with sidecars roar through the Porte Saint-Vincent. 

02  The shutters of the town are drawn, but between slats, over sills, a thousand eyes peer out.

03  Behind the motorcycles roll two trucks.

04  In the rear glides a single black Mercedes.

 

203

00  Sunlight flashes from the hood ornaments and chrome fittings as the little procession grinds to a stop on the ringed gravel drive in front of the soaring lichen-streaked walls of the Château de Saint-Malo.

01  An elderly, preternaturally tanned man ― the mayor, somebody explains ― waits with a white handkerchief in his big sailor’s hands, a barely perceptible shake showing in his wrists.

 

01  The Germans climb out of their vehicles, more than a dozen of them.

02  Their boots gleam and their uniforms are tidy.

03  Two carry carnations; one urges along a beagle on a rope.

04  Several gaze openmouthed up at the facade of the château.

 

01  A short man in a field captain’s uniform emerges from the backseat of the Mercedes and brushes something invisible from the sleeve of his coat.

02  He exchanges a few words with a thin aide-de-camp, who translates to the mayor.

03  The mayor nods.

04  Then the short man disappears through the huge doors.

05  Minutes later, the aide-de-camp flings open the shutters of an upstairs window and gazes a moment across the rooftops before unfurling a crimson flag over the brick and securing its eyelets to the sill.

 

 

 

JUNGMANNER

 

205

01  It’s a castle out of a storybook: eight or nine stone buildings sheltered below hills, rust-colored roofs, narrow windows, spires and turrets, weeds sprouting from between roof tiles.

02  A pretty little river winds through athletics fields.

03  Not in the clearest hour of Zollverein’s clearest day has Werner breathed air so unadulterated by dust.

 

01  A one-armed bunk master sets forth rules in a belligerent torrent.

02  “This is your parade uniform, this is your field uniform, this is your gym uniform.

03  Suspenders crossed in the back, parallel in the front.

04  Sleeves rolled to the elbow.

05  Each boy is to carry a knife in a scabbard on the right side of the belt.

06  Raise your right arm when you wish to be called upon.

07  Always align in rows of ten.

08  No books, no cigarettes, no food, no personal possessions, nothing in your locker but uniforms, boots, knife, polish.

09  No talking after lights-out.

10  Letters home will be posted on Wednesday.

11  You will strip away your weakness, your cowardice, your hesitation.

 

206

01  You will become like a waterfall, a volley of bullets ― you will all surge in the same direction at the same pace toward the same cause.

02  You will forgo comforts; you will live by duty alone.

03  You will eat country and breath nation.”

 

01  Do they understand?

 

01  The boys shout that they do.

02  There are four hundred of them, plus thirty instructors and fifty more on the staff, NCOs and cooks, groomsmen and groundkeepers.

03  Some cadets are as young as nine.

04  The oldest are seventeen.

05  Gothic faces, sharp noses, pointed chins.

06  Blue eyes, all of them.

 

01  Werner sleeps in a tiny dormitory with seven other fourteen-year-olds.

02  The bunk above belongs to Frederick: a reedy boy, thin as blade of grass, skin as pale as cream.

03  Frederick is new too.

04  He’s from Berlin.

05  His father is assistant to an ambassador.

06  When Frederick speaks, his attention floats up, as though he’s scanning the sky for something.

 

01  He and Werner eat their first meal in their starchy new uniforms at a long wooden table in the refectory.

02  Some boys talk in whispers, some sit alone, some gulp food as if they have not eaten in days.

03  Through three arched windows, dawn sends a sheaf of hallowed golden rays.

 

01  Frederick flutters his fingers and asks, “Do you like birds?”

02  “Sure.”

 

207

01  “Do you know about hooded crows?”

 

01  Werner shakes his head.

 

01  “Hooded crows are smarter than most mammals.

02  Even monkeys.

03  I’ve seen them put nuts that they can’t crack in the road and wait for cars to run over them to get at the kernel.

04  Werner, you and I are going to be great friends, I’m sure of it.”

 

01  A portrait of the führer glowers over every classroom.

02  Learning happens on backless benches, at wooden tables grooved by the boredom of countless boys before them ― squires, monks, conscripts, cadets.

03  On Werner’s first day, he walks past the half-open door of the technical sciences laboratory and glimpses a room as big as Zollverein’s drugstore lined with brand-new sinks and glass-fronted cabinets inside which wait sparkling beakers and graduated cylinders and balances and burners.

04  Frederick has to urge him along.

 

01  On their second day, a withered phrenologist gives a presentation to the entire student body.

02  The lights in the refectory dim, a projector whirs, and a chart full of circles appears on the far wall.

03  The old man stands beneath the projection screen and whisks the tip of a billiards cue through the grids.

04  “White circles represent pure German blood.

05  Circles with black indicate the proportion of foreign blood.

06  Notice group two, number five.”

07  He raps the screen with his cue and it ripples.

08  “Marriage between a pure German and one-quarter Jew is still permissible, you see?”

 

208

01  A half hour later, Werner and Frederick are reading Goethe in poetics.

02  Then they’re magnetizing needles in field exercises.

03  The bunk master announces schedules of byzantine complication: 

04  Mondays are for mechanics, state history, racial sciences.

05  Tuesdays are for horse man ship, orientating, military history.

06  Everyone, even the nine-year-olds, will be taught to clean, break down, and fire a Mauser rifle.

 

01  Afternoons, they lash themselves into a snarl of cartridge belts and run.

02  Run to the troughs; run to the flag; run up the hill.

03  Run carrying each other on your backs, run carrying your rifle above your head.

04  Run, crawl, swim.

05  Then more running.

 

01  The star-flooded nights, the dew-soaked dawns, the hushed ambulatories, the enforced asceticism ― never has Werner felt part of something so single-minded.

02  Never has he felt such a hunger to belong.

03  In the rows of dormitories are cadets who talk of alpine skiing, of duels, of jazz clubs and governesses and boar hunting; boys who employ curse words with virtuosic skill and boys who talk about cigarettes named for cinema stars; boys who speak of “telephoning the colonel” and boys who have baronesses for mothers.

04  There are boys who have been admitted not because they are good at anything in particular but because their fathers work for ministries.

 

209

01  And the way they talk:

02  “One mustn’t expect figs from thistle!”

03  “I’d pollinate her in a blink you shit!”

04  “Bear up and funk it, boys!”

05  There are cadets who do everything right ― perfect posture, expert marksmanship, boots polished so perfectly that they reflect clouds.

06  There are cadets who have skin like butter and irises like sapphires and ultra-fine networks of blue veins laced across the backs of their hands.

07  For now, though, beneath the whip of the administration, they are all the same, all Jungmanner.

08  They hustle through the gates together, gulp fried eegs in the refectory together, march across the quadrangle, perform roll call, salute the colors, shoot rifles, run, bathe, and suffer together.

09  They are each a mound of clay, and the potter that is the portly, shiny-faced commandant is throwing four hundred identical pots.

 

01  We are young, they sing, we are steadfast, we have never compromised, we have so many castles yet to storm.

 

01  Werner sways between exhaustion, confusion, and exhilaration.

02  That his life has been so wholly redirected astounds him.

03  He keeps any doubts at bay by memorizing lyrics or the routes to classrooms, by holding before his eyes a vision of the technical sciences laboratory: nine tables, thirty stools; coils, variable capacitors, amplifiers, batteries, soldering irons, locked away in those gleaming cabinets.

 

01  Above him, kneeling on his bunk, Frederick peers out the open window through a pair of antique field glasses and makes a record on the bed rail of birds he has sighted.

02  One notch under red-necked grebe.

03  Six notches under thrush nightingale.

04  Out on the grounds, a group of ten-year-olds is carrying torches and swastika flags toward the  river.

05  The procession pauses, and a gust of wind tears at the torch flames.

06  Then they march on, their song swirling up through the window like a bright, pulsing cloud.

 

01  O take me, take me up into the ranks so that I do not die a common death!

02  I do not want to die in vain, what I want is to fall on the sacrificial mound.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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