All the Light We Cannot Seeby Anthony Doerr
Winner of the Pulitzer Prize, a New York Times Book Review Top Ten Book, National Book Award finalist, more than two and a half years on the New York Times bestseller list
From the highly acclaimed, multiple award-winning Anthony Doerr, the stunningly beautiful instant New York Times bestseller about a blind French girl and a German/i>/b>/i>/i>
Winner of the Pulitzer Prize, a New York Times Book Review Top Ten Book, National Book Award finalist, more than two and a half years on the New York Times bestseller list
From the highly acclaimed, multiple award-winning Anthony Doerr, the stunningly beautiful instant New York Times bestseller about a blind French girl and a German boy whose paths collide in occupied France as both try to survive the devastation of World War II.
Marie-Laure lives in Paris near the Museum of Natural History, where her father works. When she is twelve, 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, Werner Pfennig, an orphan, grows up with his younger sister, enchanted by a crude radio they find that brings them news and stories from places they have never seen or imagined. Werner becomes an expert at building and fixing these crucial new instruments and is enlisted to use his talent to track down the resistance. Deftly interweaving the lives of Marie-Laure and Werner, Doerr illuminates the ways, against all odds, people try to be good to one another.
Doerr’s “stunning sense of physical detail and gorgeous metaphors” (San Francisco Chronicle) are dazzling. Ten years in the writing, a National Book Award finalist, All the Light We Cannot See is a magnificent, deeply moving novel from a writer “whose sentences never fail to thrill” (Los Angeles Times).
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All the Light We Cannot See
Muséum National d’Histoire Naturelle
Marie-Laure LeBlanc is a tall and freckled six-year-old in Paris with rapidly deteriorating eyesight when her father sends her on a children’s tour of the museum where he works. The guide is a hunchbacked old warder hardly taller than a child himself. He raps the tip of his cane against the floor for attention, then leads his dozen charges across the gardens to the galleries.
The children watch engineers use pulleys to lift a fossilized dinosaur femur. They see a stuffed giraffe in a closet, patches of hide wearing off its back. They peer into taxidermists’ drawers full of feathers and talons and glass eyeballs; they flip through two-hundred-year-old herbarium sheets bedecked with orchids and daisies and herbs.
Eventually they climb sixteen steps into the Gallery of Mineralogy. The guide shows them agate from Brazil and violet amethysts and a meteorite on a pedestal that he claims is as ancient as the solar system itself. Then he leads them single file down two twisting staircases and along several corridors and stops outside an iron door with a single keyhole. “End of tour,” he says.
A girl says, “But what’s through there?”
“Behind this door is another locked door, slightly smaller.”
“And what’s behind that?”
“A third locked door, smaller yet.”
“What’s behind that?”
“A fourth door, and a fifth, on and on until you reach a thirteenth, a little locked door no bigger than a shoe.”
The children lean forward. “And then?”
“Behind the thirteenth door”—the guide flourishes one of his impossibly wrinkled hands—“is the Sea of Flames.”
“Come now. You’ve never heard of the Sea of Flames?”
The children shake their heads. Marie-Laure squints up at the naked bulbs strung in three-yard intervals along the ceiling; each sets a rainbow-colored halo rotating in her vision.
The guide hangs his cane on his wrist and rubs his hands together. “It’s a long story. Do you want to hear a long story?”
He clears his throat. “Centuries ago, in the place we now call Borneo, a prince plucked a blue stone from a dry riverbed because he thought it was pretty. But on the way back to his palace, the prince was attacked by men on horseback and stabbed in the heart.”
“Stabbed in the heart?”
“Is this true?”
A boy says, “Hush.”
“The thieves stole his rings, his horse, everything. But because the little blue stone was clenched in his fist, they did not discover it. And the dying prince managed to crawl home. Then he fell unconscious for ten days. On the tenth day, to the amazement of his nurses, he sat up, opened his hand, and there was the stone.
“The sultan’s doctors said it was a miracle, that the prince never should have survived such a violent wound. The nurses said the stone must have healing powers. The sultan’s jewelers said something else: they said the stone was the largest raw diamond anyone had ever seen. Their most gifted stonecutter spent eighty days faceting it, and when he was done, it was a brilliant blue, the blue of tropical seas, but it had a touch of red at its center, like flames inside a drop of water. The sultan had the diamond fitted into a crown for the prince, and it was said that when the young prince sat on his throne and the sun hit him just so, he became so dazzling that visitors could not distinguish his figure from light itself.”
“Are you sure this is true?” asks a girl.
“Hush,” says the boy.
“The stone came to be known as the Sea of Flames. Some believed the prince was a deity, that as long as he kept the stone, he could not be killed. But something strange began to happen: the longer the prince wore his crown, the worse his luck became. In a month, he lost a brother to drowning and a second brother to snakebite. Within six months, his father died of disease. To make matters even worse, the sultan’s scouts announced that a great army was gathering in the east.
“The prince called together his father’s advisers. All said he should prepare for war, all but one, a priest, who said he’d had a dream. In the dream the Goddess of the Earth told him she’d made the Sea of Flames as a gift for her lover, the God of the Sea, and was sending the jewel to him through the river. But when the river dried up, and the prince plucked it out, the goddess became enraged. She cursed the stone and whoever kept it.”
Every child leans forward, Marie-Laure along with them.
“The curse was this: the keeper of the stone would live forever, but so long as he kept it, misfortunes would fall on all those he loved one after another in unending rain.”
“But if the keeper threw the diamond into the sea, thereby delivering it to its rightful recipient, the goddess would lift the curse. So the prince, now sultan, thought for three days and three nights and finally decided to keep the stone. It had saved his life; he believed it made him indestructible. He had the tongue cut out of the priest’s mouth.”
“Ouch,” says the youngest boy.
“Big mistake,” says the tallest girl.
“The invaders came,” says the warder, “and destroyed the palace, and killed everyone they found, and the prince was never seen again, and for two hundred years no one heard any more about the Sea of Flames. Some said the stone was recut into many smaller stones; others said the prince still carried the stone, that he was in Japan or Persia, that he was a humble farmer, that he never seemed to grow old.
“And so the stone fell out of history. Until one day, when a French diamond trader, during a trip to the Golconda Mines in India, was shown a massive pear-cut diamond. One hundred and thirty-three carats. Near-perfect clarity. As big as a pigeon’s egg, he wrote, and as blue as the sea, but with a flare of red at its core. He made a casting of the stone and sent it to a gem-crazy duke in Lorraine, warning him of the rumors of a curse. But the duke wanted the diamond very badly. So the trader brought it to Europe, and the duke fitted it into the end of a walking stick and carried it everywhere.”
“Within a month, the duchess contracted a throat disease. Two of their favorite servants fell off the roof and broke their necks. Then the duke’s only son died in a riding accident. Though everyone said the duke himself had never looked better, he became afraid to go out, afraid to accept visitors. Eventually he was so convinced that his stone was the accursed Sea of Flames that he asked the king to shut it up in his museum on the conditions that it be locked deep inside a specially built vault and the vault not be opened for two hundred years.”
“And one hundred and ninety-six years have passed.”
All the children remain quiet a moment. Several do math on their fingers. Then they raise their hands as one. “Can we see it?”
“Not even open the first door?”
“Have you seen it?”
“I have not.”
“So how do you know it’s really there?”
“You have to believe the story.”
“How much is it worth, Monsieur? Could it buy the Eiffel Tower?”
“A diamond that large and rare could in all likelihood buy five Eiffel Towers.”
“Are all those doors to keep thieves from getting in?”
“Maybe,” the guide says, and winks, “they’re there to keep the curse from getting out.”
The children fall quiet. Two or three take a step back.
Marie-Laure takes off her eyeglasses, and the world goes shapeless. “Why not,” she asks, “just take the diamond and throw it into the sea?”
The warder looks at her. The other children look at her. “When is the last time,” one of the older boys says, “you saw someone throw five Eiffel Towers into the sea?”
There is laughter. Marie-Laure frowns. It is just an iron door with a brass keyhole.
The tour ends and the children disperse and Marie-Laure is reinstalled in the Grand Gallery with her father. He straightens her glasses on her nose and plucks a leaf from her hair. “Did you have fun, ma chérie?”
A little brown house sparrow swoops out of the rafters and lands on the tiles in front of her. Marie-Laure holds out an open palm. The sparrow tilts his head, considering. Then it flaps away.
One month later she is blind.
Meet the Author
Anthony Doerr is the author of the Pulitzer Prize-winning novel All the Light We Cannot See. He is also the author of two story collections Memory Wall and The Shell Collector, the novel About Grace, and the memoir Four Seasons in Rome. He has won four O. Henry Prizes, the Rome Prize, the New York Public Library’s Young Lions Award, the National Magazine Award for fiction, a Guggenheim Fellowship, and the Story Prize. Doerr lives in Boise, Idaho, with his wife and two sons.
- Boise, Idaho
- Date of Birth:
- October 27, 1973
- Place of Birth:
- Cleveland, Ohio
- B.A., Bowdoin College, 1995; M.F.A., Bowling Green State University, 1999
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I seldom write a review, but after reading this wonderful book I had to share my thoughts...never heard of this author but was recomended This author writes with so much thought and crafting of each chapter I was totally drawn in to the story...I wanted more His writing is wonderfully poetic and mesmerizing and informs a good deal of history that most people are probably not aware of This rates in the top 10 of my favorite books Did not want to put it down and have ordered one of his previous books...please enjoy
One of the best stories I've ever. Beautifully written with history and romance included very gracefully. Don't be put off by the length. The construction of the novel is so unique, the story unfolds easily. It is a book that one wished would never end. I recommend it highly.
All the Light We Cannot See is a poignant look at the devastation that comes with war and how it leads people along roads they would never have taken in other circumstances. Set in WW II Germany and France with forays into the Soviet Union, it tells the parallel journeys of Marie Laure, a blind German girl, and Werner Pfennig, a German orphan. Werner’s gift with electronics attracts the attention of Nazi military technicians who drag him into the Hitler Youth and, eventually, into the war where he is responsible for determining the coordinates of enemy resistance fighters using hidden radios. Marie Laure is the beloved daughter of the French National Museum locksmith. He flees Paris with his daughter when the Germans invade, going to stay with his housebound uncle, Etienne, in St. Malo. The book begins when the child Werner and Etienne’s paths cross over the radio waves. Etienne brother had recorded ten children’s radio shows and Etienne played them over the wireless radio. Werner and his sister listened to them faithfully sparking Werner’s interest in science and electronics. Interestingly, the book ends when the soldier Werner’s path crosses with Marie Laure. He hears Marie Laure reading a book over the same wireless while requesting help between sentences and goes to her aid instead of reporting her. Between these two events, Doerr shows the paths followed by the two children and how their personal characteristics determine the wartime choices they make. Part of the story includes the search for an ancient diamond rumored to bring death to those closest to the person who owns it. Marie Laure is at the crux of this portion of the story. She must decide whether to hold on to the stone or get rid of it. The question in her mind is whether the rumors are true and can she affect whether the stone’s power will prevail. Some readers may be confused by Doerr’s use of parallel stories while moving back and forth in time, however, if readers pay attention to the time lines at the beginning of each chapter, they should not have difficulty keeping up with the story. All the Light We Cannot See examines the roads ordinary people take to protect themselves when faced with circumstances beyond their control.
You, Mr. Doerr, have a new fan. Love your writing style. Love your story - it will stay in my heart for a long, long time - and then I will read it again.
Never having read an Anthony Doerr book prior to this, I was inspired to read this only by topic and reviews from B&N ratings. Not only is the 5-star rating pertinent, if there was a 6-star rating, this book would earn that ranking. The characters are fully understandable, interesting, and fleshed out. The historical value of the book rings true to facts regarding the confusing monstrosities of war. I will definitely invest time to read other Doerr books as quickly as possible!
A beautiful, beautiful story. This is what reading is all about. Thank you, Mr. Doerr.
My kind of book. I like and need the history -- if you don't have a setting you don't understand the people. He did a lot of research on a number of things. I bet he can put together a radio in no time. Try it, you'll like it!
This book is the standard by which all beautiful books should be held.
After reading several other recently-written/published "recommended" books and being horribly disappointed, I need you to know that as I finished this one, I am struggling to want to rejoin my own world again. I feel displaced, like I should still be in this story. It has been a long time since a book has made me feel this way - has taken me so willingly into its covers. There is so much that is beautiful about this book, from word choice to writing to plot to war setting handled honestly and disturbingly real yet delicately, right down to the way the story was crafted, where the timelines of the story converge together at just the precisely correct defining moment... even by the ending, I am in love with the author's choice of what parts to resolve, and how the resolutions happened, and what he chose to not resolve. I'm not even going to read the reviews that find something bad about this book. They don't deserve my attention. Thank you Mr. Doerr for getting me excited about reading again - after an entire summer of reading a book a week, I had all but given up on contemporary literature. To have this magical feeling again where a story has so completely claimed me and drew me in, and where I was left at the end feeling sated by the story, yet somehow hungering to start it all over again, has been a gift I will not soon forget.
Amazing book. Great story, and well written. Amazing story of events during the era of WW 2.
Each year I yearn for a book that pulls me in and doesn't let go! This story is one I did not want to end! Beautifully written and one I will remember for a very long time. I have recommended it over and over again!
The author has done an incredible job with this book. Telling about World War II from the perspective of these children, coming of age. (German and French) Amazing story, how do people survive emotionally and mentally after such an experience? What a loss to society when people "turn" on each other. A lesson human beings never seem to learn. Can't wait to share it at book club. I will read other books by Doerr.
I finished this book a couple of weeks ago and still can't get over how much I enjoyed reading it. Beautifully written.
Anyone who is interested in WWII and loves a beautifully written novel will be enthralled with this book.
very thoughtful and eloquent writing. Exceptional from start to finish. Will engage you from the very first page, and leave you wanting for more......
It was amazing thrilling novel felt so real
This book is nothing short of a masterpiece. It exemplifies the balance of characters and story. There are very few books that give your almost a real life experience, I would say Anthony Doerr's work is one of those few. I am looking forward to the movie!
Read this one!
This was a very different look at WWII. The story of a blind girl, and an orphan who enjoyed radios. The way they actually ended up interacting with each other, unknowingly is an interesting story. I loved the book!
Excellent, loved the writing style. A WWII story told from a whole different point of view. Magical
Exceptional book, highly recommended!