The Pianist
The last live broadcast on Polish Radio, on September 23, 1939, was Chopin's Nocturne in C# Minor, played by a young pianist named Wladyslaw Szpilman, until his playing was interrupted by German shelling. It was the same piece and the same pianist, when broadcasting resumed six years later. The Pianist is Szpilman's account of the years inbetween, of the death and cruelty inflicted on the Jews of Warsaw and on Warsaw itself, related with a dispassionate restraint borne of shock. Szpilman, now 88, has not looked at his description since he wrote it in 1946; it is too personally painful. The rest of us have no such excuse.
*****
A compelling and horrifying read that details the cruelty and strain of survival during World War II. I found this novel both terrifying and amazing, although admittedly, I could not connect fully with the author because of the age and culture difference.
I was drawn into this book because of the similiarity that we both play the piano. My admiration at his skill is matched with respect for his courage and tenacity. Mr. Szpilman's bravery is evident throughout the novel, from daring the streets for work to scaling rooftops to hide from the Germans.
Reading of the German who saved his life brought a new perspective to light. Few of the World War II recounts I've read contain a German opposed to Hitler's authority. Wilm Hosenfeld's diary extracts showed his disgust, as well as dictate the actions of Germany during that time.
It was unbelievable to see two men who are considered enemies to be helping one another. The influence of the war is clearly demonstrated and heart rendering in this true story.
Thank you, Mr. Szpilman. (1911-2000)
