Friday, 16 January 2015

All The Light We Cannot See: by Anthony Doerr

This is a big book – it’s one of those giant paperbacks, and it has over 500 pages. Yet Doerr uses language with the precision of a poet. To test this out, I’m going to open it at random and see what’s there. Here we go: He looks up. Suspended lamps, rows of spines fading off into dusty gold. All of Europe, and he aims to find one pebble tucked inside its folds. And again: All morning Etienne crawls along the attic floor with cable and pliers and tools her fingers do not understand, weaving himself into the center of what she imagines as an intricate electronic net.

The novel is set in France in the Second World War. Like Richard Flanagan’s Wanting, which I reviewed here a while ago, it weaves together two stories, and it’s difficult to see exactly why they will come to meet – except, of course, that here is a continent – a world – in chaos; so that unexpected juxtapositions might almost be expected to happen.

Marie-Laure LeBlanc is the subject of the first story. Blind from the age of six, at the beginning of the story she lives in Paris with her father, who works at the Museum of Natural History. He has constructed for her a model of their neighbourhood; each house, each street, each storm drain is there, so that she can learn it with her fingers and then apply her knowledge so that she can find her way about the real city. Every day, he takes her with him to the museum, and some afternoons he leaves her with Dr Geffard, ‘an aging mollusk expert whose beard smells permanently of damp wool’. He tells her about the reefs he explored as a young man, and he lets her feel the thousands of specimens he has: The murex Dr Geffard keeps on his desk can entertain her for half an hour, the hollow spines, the ridged whorls, the deep entrance; it’s a forest of spikes and caves and textures; it’s a kingdom. This knowledge becomes important to her later on; nothing is wasted in this book. When war breaks out and the Germans are about to invade Paris, Marie-Laure and her father flee, eventually taking shelter in St Malo, in the tall, narrow house where her reclusive Uncle Etienne lives, cared for by his redoubtable housekeeper, Madame Manec.

Meanwhile, a white-haired boy called Werner Pfennig (who, we learn at the very beginning of the book, will also end up in St Malo), is growing up in an orphanage in a mining town in Germany with his sister, Jutta. Werner has an agile mind and capable fingers; he and Jutta are fascinated by radios, and he teaches himself how they work and constructs his own. He dreads the thought of working in the mines which killed his father, and when his unusual skill comes to the notice of the authorities, it seems that he may have found a way out. But in the Germany of the Third Reich, his education comes at a price; he sees terrible things and he fears that he is morally compromised.

It would be unfair to say any more about what happens to the two young people – but perhaps you would like to know that, unlike Wanting, this novel ultimately offers hope: it suggests that goodness exists despite evil, and even emerges and develops as a reaction to terrible circumstances.

One of the many remarkable things about this novel to me is the way in which Doerr succeeds in recreating the detail and texture of life in mid-century France and Germany. It’s easy to take this for granted as a reader, but it really isn’t an easy thing to achieve. I’ve written some historical fiction. I did a lot of research for a book about Alfred the Great, called Warrior King, and eventually began to write. After a couple of pages, Alfred needs to have a bit of a think before he decides what to say, so he reaches out for a drink. But a drink of what? And from what? What were cups/goblets made from in the 9th century? Metal, wood? What kind of metal? It’s those little details, which you don’t even have to think about when you’re writing a contemporary novel, which trip you up so easily. So far as I noticed, Doerr doesn’t put a foot wrong. Here, for instance, he’s writing about what happens when the electricity supply in St Malo becomes erratic. Clocks run fast, lightbulbs brighten, flare and pop, and send a soft rain of glass falling into the corridors. How did he know that’s how it happens? I would have thought the electricity would just flicker. You hardly notice such details, but they all help to create a completely authentic world.

This is a remarkable novel. There’s so much in it that I know I will come back to it and re-read it, and I don’t do that often.

Just one criticism, and it’s for the publisher, not the author. Usually, I find these large format paperbacks a pleasure to read. This one looks lovely, but it's incredibly difficult to handle, because the spine is so stiff that you can’t open the book properly, let alone get it to lie flat. If publishers want to encourage readers to buy traditionally published books, they really need to do better than this.


  1. I absolutely agree with you, Sue. I read and loved his "Memory Wall: and went looking for more of his work, and I wasn't disappointed. I think it has that rare quality of a page-turner that gets readers in but is so much more than that. You're right about the texture of the life he creates, but what I particularly loved was the world of the sense and the world of radiowaves that are so real in the book. What a great character Werner is.

  2. Thank you - I'll put 'Memory Wall' on my to-read list! Agree about Werner - I really didn't want to lose him.

  3. Well just over a year alter I'm reading your review and I can endorese absolutely everything you have said so very succinctly... much more thna I ever did in my blog! I'm going to try that test of opening anywhere... his writing takes me on such a journey that I'm sure the same will happen. There simply isn't a mundane sentence even though he sometimes writes about mundane things. What an ability. I now have to search for his other novels. Yes agreed... Werner is a great character but then so is Marie-Laure.