Book club selection (via PJ).
Hadn't realized the quite-fine movie of the same name was based upon a book by the protagonist. And it's interesting that - for once - the movie pretty much tracked the book.
Szpilman was a pianist for Polish Radio in the run-up to World War II; he was playing a Chopin Nocturne on the air when the Germans knocked out the station. There followed the awful times for Warsaw Jewry (Polish situation described here, for example). Establishment of Warsaw Ghetto; systematic reduction of the population; random violence; overcrowded conditions leading to illness, starvation, misery. He recounts the scene in the train yard (also in the movie) where his father purchased a black market overpriced chocolate and cut it into six tiny pieces - the last family meal.
Very spare writing style, which I think was also very effective. Hard to believe the author - with all the challenges simply to survive - was able to put this together in 1945. It generally was suppressed for decades thereafter.
The friendly German is an interesting character - very helpful to have his diary extracts at the back of the book (also the epilogue). Some discussion whether the diary extracts were somehow written after the fact, but I rather doubt it. Still, would have been mighty dangerous for the diarist if his musings had fallen into the wrong hands.
Another reminder of the sorry opportunism of local populations - often crueler to the Jews than the Germans were (which is saying a lot). The incredible risks taken by those willing to assist Jews.
Szpilman played the same Nocturne as the first broadcast on Polish Radio following expulsion of the Nazis. Pretty amazing story.
Too often I read a book, and then quickly forget most of it (or all of it, for less memorable works). I'm hoping this site helps me remember at least something of what I read. (Blog commenced July 2006. Earlier posts are taken from book notes.) (Very occasional notes about movies or concerts may also appear here from time to time.)
"To compensate a little for the treachery and weakness of my memory, so extreme that it has happened to me more than once to pick up again, as recent and unknown to me, books which I had read carefully a few years before . . . I have adopted the habit for some time now of adding at the end of each book . . . the time I finished reading it and the judgment I have derived of it as a whole, so that this may represent to me at least the sense and general idea I had conceived of the author in reading it." (Montaigne, Book II, Essay 10 (publ. 1580))
Tuesday, July 15, 2014
The Pianist (Wladyslaw Szpilman, 1945 (translation 1999))
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Poland,
World War II
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