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Book Review: All the Light we Cannot See

31 Thursday Mar 2016

Posted by blindbeader in Book reviews, Fiction

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blindness, Book reviews, perceptions

Life has a funny way of being coincidental. I was about halfway through reading this book – written by Anthony Doerr – when this review came out. I contemplated putting the book down and letting that review stand on its own, but I decided to finish the book and publish my own review, if for no other reason than to form my own opinion. I’m glad I did!

 

Publisher’s Summary

Marie-Laure lives with her father in Paris near the Museum of Natural History, where he works as the master of its thousands of locks. When she is six,
Marie-Laure goes blind and her father builds a perfect miniature of their neighborhood so she can memorize it by touch and navigate her way home. When
she is 12, the Nazis occupy Paris and father and daughter flee to the walled citadel of Saint-Malo, where Marie-Laure’s reclusive great-uncle lives in
a tall house by the sea. With them they carry what might be the museum’s most valuable and dangerous jewel.

In a mining town in Germany, the orphan Werner grows up with his younger sister, enchanted by a crude radio they find. Werner becomes an expert at building
and fixing these crucial new instruments, a talent that wins him a place at a brutal academy for Hitler Youth, then a special assignment to track the resistance.
More and more aware of the human cost of his intelligence, Werner travels through the heart of the war and, finally, into Saint-Malo, where his story and
Marie-Laure’s converge.

 

A Note about Audio

If you know French – and even if you don’t – skip the commercial audio narrated by Zach Appleman. The narrator’s French is butchered so badly that I had given up on two previous attempts to finish this book in audio. I got through about a third of the audiobook this time before I gave up and switched to a text copy.

 

Poetic Language

I’ve always been fascinated and interested in books taking place in Europe leading up to and during World War II. I felt the despair in the children’s home where Werner grew up, the changing landscape of Paris before the Germans occupied it, and the town of Saint-Malo (and other cities and towns) as the war raged on. Some might find the shifting in time confusing, as the stories of Werner and Marie-Laure diverge and converge, but the book is so poetic that I found myself glued to the pages. Using darkness as a plot device both physical and figurative was beautiful and heartbreaking and brutal, sometimes in the same breath. The importance of radios was also integral to the story, as – even without the ability to see due to blindness or ambient darkness – the radio allowed the characters to not feel so alone and to communicate, often under the radar.

 

Marie-Laure: A Perpetual Child

At first I had high hopes for Doerr’s character of Marie-Laure. Her father, after the shock of her blindness sets in, builds a tactile map of their neighborhood in Paris (and later Saint-Malo), forcing her to memorize it and use it to help her navigate her way around. His intentions are laudable, even though a piece of me cringes at the painstaking lengths he went to to make it happen. The ideas about blindness in the 1930s and 1940s are unknown to me. Other reviewers have been frustrated by her counting of storm drains to navigate, but who am I to judge this? Perhaps my way of navigating the world would seem odd and juvenile to those who will come along in seventy years. But in some important and damaging ways, Doerr does not allow Marie-Laure to grow up normal. She has no friends to speak of, she appears incapable of dressing herself even as a teenager, and the adults in her life tell her what she can and can’t do and where she can travel alone. before her father leaves, he washes his 12-year-old daughter’s hair, something that can be seen as tender, inappropriate and/or patronizing, depending on your viewpoint. When Marie-Laure asks questions, they are asked in the way an impish, precocious child would ask them. Maybe the war made those around Marie-Laure more protective than they otherwise would have been, maybe not. But I do think that Doerr could have made Marie-Laure a more complex character during that war than a young girl in a teenager’s body, maybe one who still loved the sea but also helped to care for herself and those around her.

I must also interject here that the image of Marie-Laure as a capable, independent thinker is much more pronounced toward the end of the book. Even so, it was largely because she had to be, making life choices when bombs were falling around her home, not because she chose that path for herself. Her post-War life is only referenced at the very end of the book. But by the time the reader gets to that point the image of a charming, docile girl is foremost in their mind.

 

Werner: A Man Too Young

From the first time Werner and his sister listened to a radio they found, deep into the night, at the children’s home, I was glued to their story. Werner is a young man who grows up with nothing, living with his sister in (effectively) an orphanage in a mining town in Germany. He is book-smart, good with numbers and formulas and mechanical things, thus earning himself a place at a school for Hitler Youth. His sister is back at the children’s home, young and naive in some ways, wise beyond her years in others. Werner is not a brutal man and seems powerless to stop what goes on at the school and later on the battlefield, where it’s his job to locate clandestine radio transmissions throughout Europe. The Hitler Youth school tries to break the goodness out of him, and somehow it succeeds in making him unwilling to speak up, and yet at his core he is a decent man-child. He cannot understand the brutality, in small ways tries to avoid it, but a deadly mistake truly costs him his innocence. Such passages are hard to read, and yet necessary to his development as a complex character. When he meets Marie-Laure, it’s his chance at redemption…

 

In Conclusion

I don’t regret reading this book. Maybe I read it in spite or of because of the overwhelmingly positive or negative reviews. Mr. Doerr is certainly an author to watch. His depictions of Werner’s life – both before and during World War II) were engrossing and believable. While I wish he would’ve portrayed Marie-Laure (and the actions of those around her) differently, it only slightly took away from my enjoyment of the book. If Marie-Laure’s post-War life had been more well-represented than the last handful of pages – an independent woman with a career, a sexuality, a family – it would’ve made her father’s and uncle’s protection of her (war-time or not) easier to swallow.

 

4/5 stars (3 if it were audio).

Book Review: For the Benefit of Those who See

29 Monday Feb 2016

Posted by blindbeader in Book reviews, Nonfiction

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ambassadorship, blindness, Books, dignity, education, independence, respect

One of my blog’s most consistently viewed posts is this one, regarding the portrayal of blind characters in books. Because of this, I’ve decided to do a monthly book review, alternating between fiction and nonfiction, beginning with this book that created quite a stir in the blind community when it was first released.

 

For the Benefit of Those who See

By: Rosemary Mahoney

I chose to review this book because of this article that made the rounds of social media nearly two years after its publication. I found it well-rounded and compassionate, at great odds with reviews of this book. After mentioning this disparity  to a friend, I realized that I needed to read the book, to form my own opinion. Nearly a month after putting the book down, I still find myself incredibly conflicted by it. How can I be so awed by some beautiful friendships and inspired by the resilience of many of the blind students, yet put off by some of the awkward and inappropriate behavior and the fixation on everyone’s eyes?

 

Some Unnecessary Detours

 

The introduction to this book begins with a rather graphic description of an eye surgery. This is not for the squeamish. Perhaps the author uses this to reminisce about her own temporary blindness, how scared she felt. Then she uses this as a springboard to how she got involved with Braille without Borders. The first couple of chapters tend to jump around unnecessarily; I honestly found myself not caring about Rosemary herself, as her own experience of blindness was temporary and she was able to go back to her sighted life, with a seemingly perpetual fear of blindness itself. Later in the book, she describes the perception of the blind in wider western society, beginning in the eighteenth century and ending midway through the twentieth. The placement of this information was between the two sections of the book (the school in Tibet and that in India), which was quite logical, but the author didn’t cite any historical data from eastern countries, nor did she truly address the strides that have been made in western society in the past sixty years. It appeared that she viewed her ideas through the lens of a contemporary western chronicler, while not really addressing many of the true social realities that have historically been lived in the east. In these ways, the book takes off on tangents that may be informative as their own volume, but were cobbled together as a west-meets-east education model that doesn’t truly convey either particularly well.

 

I Did Find Inspiration Here

 

Unlike many other reviews by blind people, I did find myself truly awed by some of the students and their friendships portrayed in this book. I chuckled at the seriousness of the 12-year-old braille teacher, was touched by the young girl who persistently physically refused to allow a classmate to disengage by constantly praying for a cure, laughed out loud at the friendship of two loud and rather bawdy students at the school in India. Two young girls took Rosemary through a crowded Tibetan square, and showed her how they used their other senses to determine where they were; they were neither self-pitying nor constantly happy, yet they simply gave Rosemary the information they had. I was awed by many of the blind students’ resilience, not because they got up and got out of bed in the morning and did what they had to do with little or no vision, but they did so in a society that truly didn’t know what to do with them, and with little or no governmental or family assistance, sometimes fleeing truly abusive family environments.

 

But… But…

 

Some of the behaviors described in this book were truly cringe-worthy. I would hate to see any other group of people walk around with tea streaming down the backs of their shirts, waving long sticks around, crying out how glad they were to be (insert disability/race/gender here). It baffles my mind that in one breath, the heart-warming friendships and terrific adaptability of the students are wonderfully depicted, then in the next some of these same students are acting with the social grace of a toddler. It surprises me that a confident blind woman who runs the school would not address these behaviors; if she had, perhaps the author could have described the strides the students were making as she did with their computer learning. But as it stands, my western mind just can’t compute the disparity, especially in countries and cultures where cleanliness and propriety are quite important.

 

Educational Advantage

 

Two schools are described in this book. They provide food, shelter, and education for blind students, both children and adults. My opinion on blind schools has been documented here, and yet I applaud the author’s ability to detail the complex nuances and ironies at play for blind students in Tibet and India. In cultures where families run farms, and sighted children work on the farm, their blind child/sibling has an opportunity for an education. It’s one of the few times in which blindness has its own unique advantage.

 

Fixation on Eyes

 

I grew very uncomfortable with the author’s seemingly endless descriptions of people’s eyes. Many blind people wish we could make eye contact, but are uncertain how best to do this appropriately. Some of us are self-conscious about how our eyes appear to others, and based on the never-ending descriptions in this book, we have every right to be. Very few, if any people, were described as having nice eyes, and it appears that those who did have “normal” eyes had their blindness questioned by the author because of their confidence and social normality (see above). If eyes are the window to the soul, I’d hate to think of how soulless we are.

 

Conclusion

 

There are some nuggets of beauty in this book. Unfortunately, they are dispersed throughout outdated, unnecessary, and demeaning information. Even now, more than a month after concluding this book, I can’t seem to get it out of my head. As someone who lives in the “world of the blind”, I object to the characterization of us – of me – based on what my eyes do or don’t do, and the truly horrid manners exemplified in these pages. And yet, I draw inspiration, perhaps as the author intended, from the depictions of deep friendships, of learning despite the naysaying of family and society, of falling down and getting back up. I am glad I chose not to throw the baby out with the bathwater, but that bathwater is truly quite murky.

 

2.5/5 stars.

 

If you have any book recommendations, or wish me to review books more or less frequently than monthly, please comment below!

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