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The Boy in the Striped Pajamas


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Chapter One

Bruno Makes a Discovery

One afternoon, when Bruno came home from school, he was surprised to find Maria, the familys maid — who always kept her head bowed and never looked up from the carpet — standing in his bedroom, pulling all his belongings out of the wardrobe and packing them in four large wooden crates, even the things hed hidden at the back that belonged to him and were nobody elses business.

‘What are you doing? he asked in as polite a tone as he could muster, for although he wasnt happy to come home and find someone going through his possessions, his mother had always told him that he was to treat Maria respectfully and not just imitate the way Father spoke to her. ‘You take your hands off my things.

Maria shook her head and pointed towards the staircase behind him, where Brunos mother had just appeared. She was a tall woman with long red hair that she bundled into a sort of net behind her head, and she was twisting her hands together nervously as if there was something she didnt want to have to say or something she didnt want to have to believe.

‘Mother, said Bruno, marching towards her, ‘whats going on? Why is Maria going through my things?

‘Shes packing them, explained Mother.

‘Packing them? he asked, running quickly through the events of the previous few days to consider whether hed been particularly naughty or had used those words out loud that he wasnt allowed to use and was being sent away because of it. He couldnt think of anything though. In fact over the last few days he had behaved in a perfectly decent manner to everyone and couldnt remember causing any chaos at all. ‘Why? he asked then. ‘What have I done?

Mother had walked into her own bedroom by then but Lars, the butler, was in there, packing her things too. She sighed and threw her hands in the air in frustration before march-ing back to the staircase, followed by Bruno, who wasnt going to let the matter drop without an explanation.

‘Mother, he insisted. ‘Whats going on? Are we moving?

‘Come downstairs with me, said Mother, leading the way towards the large dining room where the Fury had been to dinner the week before. ‘Well talk down there.

Bruno ran downstairs and even passed her out on the staircase so that he was waiting in the dining room when she arrived. He looked at her without saying anything for a moment and thought to himself that she couldnt have applied her make-up correctly that morning because the rims of her eyes were more red than usual, like his own after hed been causing chaos and got into trouble and ended up crying.

‘Now, you dont have to worry, Bruno, said Mother, sitting down in the chair where the beautiful blonde woman who had come to dinner with the Fury had sat and waved at him when Father closed the doors. ‘In fact if anything its going to be a great adventure.

‘What is? he asked. ‘Am I being sent away?

‘No, not just you, she said, looking as if she might smile for a moment but thinking better of it. ‘We all are. Your father and I, Gretel and you. All four of us.

Bruno thought about this and frowned. He wasnt particularly bothered if Gretel was being sent away because she was a Hopeless Case and caused nothing but trouble for him. But it seemed a little unfair that they all had to go with her.

‘But where? he asked. ‘Where are we going exactly? Why cant we stay here?

‘Your fathers job, explained Mother. ‘You know how important it is, dont you?

‘Yes, of course, said Bruno, nodding his head, because there were always so many visitors to the house — men in fantastic uniforms, women with typewriters that he had to keep his mucky hands off — and they were always very polite to Father and told each other that he was a man to watch and that the Fury had big things in mind for him.

‘Well, sometimes when someone is very important, continued Mother, ‘the man who employs him asks him to go somewhere else because theres a very special job that needs doing there.

‘What kind of job? asked Bruno, because if he was honest with himself — which he always tried to be — he wasnt entirely sure what job Father did.

In school they had talked about their fathers one day and Karl had said that his father was a greengrocer, which Bruno knew to be true because he ran the greengrocers shop in the centre of town. And Daniel had said that his father was a teacher, which Bruno knew to be true because he taught the big boys who it was always wise to steer clear of. And Martin had said that his father was a chef, which Bruno knew to be true because he sometimes collected Martin from school and when he did he always wore a white smock and a tartan apron, as if hed just stepped out of his kitchen.

But when they asked Bruno what his father did he opened his mouth to tell them, then realized that he didnt know himself. All he could say was that his father was a man to watch and that the Fury had big things in mind for him. Oh, and that he had a fantastic uniform too.

‘Its a very important job, said Mother, hesitating for a moment. ‘A job that needs a very special man to do it. You can understand that, cant you?

‘And we all have to go too? asked Bruno.

‘Of course we do, said Mother. ‘You wouldnt want Father to go to his new job on his own and be lonely there, would you?

‘I suppose not, said Bruno.

‘Father would miss us all terribly if we werent with him, she added.

‘Who would he miss the most? asked Bruno. ‘Me or Gretel?

‘He would miss you both equally, said Mother, for she was a great believer in not play-ing favourites, which Bruno respected, especially since he knew that he was her favourite really.

‘But what about our house? asked Bruno. ‘Whos going to take care of it while were gone?

Mother sighed and looked around the room as if she might never see it again. It was a very beautiful house and had five floors in total, if you included the basement, where Cook made all the food and Maria and Lars sat at the table argu-ing with each other and calling each other names that you werent supposed to use. And if you added in the little room at the top of the house with the slanted windows where Bruno could see right across Berlin if he stood up on his tiptoes and held on to the frame tightly.

‘We have to close up the house for now, said Mother. ‘But well come back to it someday.

‘And what about Cook? asked Bruno. ‘And Lars? And Maria? Are they not going to live in it?

‘Theyre coming with us, explained Mother. ‘But thats enough questions for now. Maybe you should go upstairs and help Maria with your packing.

Bruno stood up from the seat but didnt go anywhere. There were just a few more questions he needed to put to her before he could allow the matter to be settled.

‘And how far away is it? he asked. ‘The new job, I mean. Is it further than a mile away?

‘Oh my, said Mother with a laugh, although it was a strange kind of laugh because she didnt look happy and turned away from Bruno as if she didnt want him to see her face. ‘Yes, Bruno, she said. ‘Its more than a mile away. Quite a lot more than that, in fact.

Brunos eyes opened wide and his mouth made the shape of an O. He felt his arms stretching out at his sides like they did whenever something surprised him. ‘You dont mean were leaving Berlin? he asked, gasping for air as he got the words out.

‘Im afraid so, said Mother, nodding her head sadly. ‘Your fathers job is-

‘But what about school? said Bruno, inter-rupting her, a thing he knew he was not supposed to do but which he felt he would be forgiven for on this occasion. ‘And what about Karl and Daniel and Martin? How will they know where I am when we want to do things together?

‘Youll have to say goodbye to your friends for the time being, said Mother. ‘Although Im sure youll see them again in time. And dont interrupt your mother when shes talking, please, she added, for although this was strange and unpleasant news, there was certainly no need for Bruno to break the rules of politeness which he had been taught.

‘Say goodbye to them? he asked, staring at her in surprise. ‘Say goodbye to them? he repeated, spluttering out the words as if his mouth was full of biscuits that hed munched into tiny pieces but not actually swallowed yet. ‘Say goodbye to Karl and Daniel and Martin? he continued, his voice coming dangerously close to shouting, which was not allowed indoors. ‘But theyre my three best friends for life!

‘Oh, youll make other friends, said Mother, waving her hand in the air dismissively, as if the making of a boys three best friends for life was an easy thing.

‘But we had plans, he protested.

‘Plans? asked Mother, raising an eyebrow. ‘What sort of plans?

‘Well, that would be telling, said Bruno, who could not reveal the exact nature of the plans — which included causing a lot of chaos, especially in a few weeks time when school finished for the summer holidays and they didnt have to spend all their time just making plans but could actually put them into effect instead.

‘Im sorry, Bruno, said Mother, ‘but your plans are just going to have to wait. We dont have a choice in this.

‘But, Mother!

‘Bruno, thats enough, she said, snapping at him now and standing up to show him that she was serious when she said that was enough. ‘Honestly, only last week you were complaining about how much things have changed here recently.

‘Well, I dont like the way we have to turn all the lights off at night now, he admitted.

‘Everyone has to do that, said Mother. ‘It keeps us safe. And who knows, maybe well be in less danger if we move away. Now, I need you to go upstairs and help Maria with your packing. We dont have as much time to prepare as I would have liked, thanks to some people.

Bruno nodded and walked away sadly, know-ing that ‘some people was a grown-ups word for ‘Father and one that he wasnt supposed to use himself.

He made his way up the stairs slowly, holding on to the banister with one hand, and wondered whether the new house in the new place where the new job was would have as fine a banister to slide down as this one did. For the banister in this house stretched from the very top floor — just outside the little room where, if he stood on his tiptoes and held on to the frame of the window tightly, he could see right across Berlin — to the ground floor, just in front of the two enormous oak doors. And Bruno liked nothing better than to get on board the banister at the top floor and slide his way through the house, making whooshing sounds as he went.

Down from the top floor to the next one, where Mother and Fathers room was, and the large bathroom, and where he wasnt supposed to be in any case.

Down to the next floor, where his own room was, and Gretels room too, and the smaller bath-room which he was supposed to use more often than he really did.

Down to the ground floor, where you fell off the end of the banister and had to land flat on your two feet or it was five points against you and you had to start all over again.

The banister was the best thing about this house — that and the fact that Grandfather and Grandmother lived so near by — and when he thought about that it made him wonder whether they were coming to the new job too and he presumed that they were because they could hardly be left behind. No one needed Gretel much because she was a Hopeless Case — it would be a lot easier if she stayed to look after the house — but Grandfather and Grandmother? Well, that was an entirely different matter.

Bruno went up the stairs slowly towards his room, but before going inside he looked back down towards the ground floor and saw Mother entering Fathers office, which faced the dining room — and was Out Of Bounds At All Times And No Exceptions — and he heard her speaking loudly to him until Father spoke louder than Mother could and that put a stop to their conversation. Then the door of the office closed and Bruno couldnt hear any more so he thought it would be a good idea if he went back to his room and took over the packing from Maria, because otherwise she might pull all his belongings out of the wardrobe without any care or consideration, even the things hed hidden at the back that belonged to him and were nobody elses business.

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This book is money! I am bringing it in to my classroom for sure--but it isn't just for kids. I've shared it with adults, too. It's surprising, and the point of view is endearing and new. Excellent!
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Boyne, John
David Fickling Books
World war, 1939-1945
Children's 12-Up - Fiction - History
Historical - Holocaust
Social Issues - Friendship
Friendship in children
Children s-Historical Fiction-Holocaust
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"Publishers Weekly Review" by , "In 1942 Berlin, nine-year-old Bruno returns from school to discover that his father, a high-ranking military officer, has a new job. He announces that the family — Bruno, mother and his older sister, Gretel — is moving 'for the foreseeable future' to somewhere described only as 'far away.' Their journey unfolds through Bruno's eyes — his poignant initial objection is that the new house is not nearly as nice as the one they vacated. Worse still, he misses his friends. Beyond the tall fence separating his yard from an adjacent compound of crude huts, however, Bruno sees potential playmates, all clad in gray-striped pajamas. Though the publisher has kept plot details under wraps (e.g., cover copy and promotional materials include no specifics), readers with even a rudimentary knowledge of 20th-century history will figure out, before Bruno does, where he lives and why the title boy he meets in secret at the fence each afternoon is pale, thin and sad. The protagonist's naf perspective is both a strength and weakness of this simple, thought-provoking story. What occurs next door is, in fact, unimaginable. But though Bruno aspires to be an explorer when he grows up, his passivity and failure to question or puzzle out what's going on in what he calls 'Out-With' diminishes him as a character. It strains credulity to believe that an officer's son would have absolute ignorance about the political realities of the day. But that is the point. How could the world outside the fence not have known, or have known and failed to act on, what was happening inside it? In the final pages, the tension rises precipitously and the harrowing ending, in which Bruno does finally act, is sure to take readers' breath away. Ages 12-up. (Sept.) " Publishers Weekly (Copyright Reed Business Information, Inc.)
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