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For people all over the world, Anne Frank, the vivacious, intelligent Jewish girl with a crooked smile and huge dark eyes, has become the "human face of the Holocaust." Her diary of twenty-five months in hiding, a precious record of her struggle to keep hope alive through the darkest days of this century, has touched the hearts of millions.

Here, after five decades, is the first biography of this remarkable figure. Drawing on exclusive interviews with family and friends, on ...

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Overview

For people all over the world, Anne Frank, the vivacious, intelligent Jewish girl with a crooked smile and huge dark eyes, has become the "human face of the Holocaust." Her diary of twenty-five months in hiding, a precious record of her struggle to keep hope alive through the darkest days of this century, has touched the hearts of millions.

Here, after five decades, is the first biography of this remarkable figure. Drawing on exclusive interviews with family and friends, on previously unavailable correspondence, and on documents long kept secret, Melissa Muller creates a nuanced portrait of her famous subject. This is the flesh-and-blood Anne Frank, unsentimentalized and so all the more affecting--Anne Frank restored to history. Muller traces Frank'slife from an idyllic childhood in an assimilated family well established in Frankfurt banking circles to her passionate adolescence in German-occupied Amsterdam and her desperate end in Bergen Belsen at the age of sixteen. Full of revelations, this richly textured biography casts new light on Anne's relations with her mother, whom she treats harshly in the diary, and solves an enduring mystery: who betrayed the families hiding in the annex just when liberation was at hand?

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Though her own account of her too-short life is familiar to millions, one of the century's most remarkable figures, Anne Frank, has never before been the subject of a full biography. Melissa Müller, the author of Anne Frank: The Biography, conducted exclusive interviews with Frank's family and friends and was given access to previously unavailable correspondence in fashioning this impartial look at a life that, though tragically brief, has touched millions of people around the world.
New York Times Book Review
One might ask, what remains to be said about Anne Frank? Quite a bit, as it turns out. - Michiko Kakutani
Jonathan Rosen
Unfortunately. . . .Nazism in this book is an unexamined evil, abstract. . . .Muller, by making her biography little more than a factual expansion of Anne Frank's diary, makes the war years seem a matter of individual responses. . . .Muller . . .presents [the five new diary pages] in a far less sensational manner than the newspapers that picked up the story. —The New York Times Book Review
Newsweek
This meticulous and gripping narrative honors in full a life we thought we knew. - Laura Shapiro
Chicago Tribune
Impressive, convincing. - Carolyn Alessio
Newsday
Remarkable . . . Mller has achieved the near-impossible by restoring human proportions to the near mythical Anne. - Susan Jacoby
School Library Journal
YA-This biography is in no way a substitution for Anne Frank's moving diary but it is a well-written addition to our knowledge of the young woman, her family, and her tragically short life. What is new here is the depth of background. M ller includes a family tree; a family history; and considerable insight into the character, personality, and quality of life of Anne's parents, relatives, and friends. Interviews with many of these surviving people give a clearer idea of the situation and Anne's reactions to it. There seems to be no contradiction to her diary statements, but Anne's father, Otto Frank, had admittedly suppressed though not destroyed several pages of those writings, some of them dealing with Anne's evaluation of her mother's life and marriage. This recovered material shows Anne's feelings to be kindly and understanding. Also, the question of who betrayed the Secret Annex's residents is analyzed. One chapter covers the seven-month period from the time of the arrest, imprisonment in Westerbrok, and the family's transfer to Auschwitz-Birkenau to the deaths of Edith, Margot, and Anne. Information on the concentration-camp existence is based on reports of those who encountered Anne there. An epilogue reviews the experiences and fates of those friends, heroic helpers, possible betrayers, and surviving relatives of the Frank family. A dozen photographs of Anne, her family, and her friends are included. The book closes with a moving four-page note by Miep Gies, who salvaged and preserved Anne's diary.-Frances Reiher, Fairfax County Public Library, VA
Nina Auerbach
The injustice that clings to her is not simply her dreadful death, but the fact that a girl who was allowed to know so little has been chosen to speak for so many.
The Women's Review of Books
Laura Shapiro
Meticulous and gripping. Honors in full a life we thought we knew.
Newsweek
Julia Klein
Muller's biography, in the end, does exactly what it should: It sends us back to Anne's own words.
The Philadelphia Inquirer
Michiko Kakutani
[What] lends this biography such power is the awful juxtaposition of the ordinary and the horrific, the mundane and the unimaginable.
The New York Times
Jonathan Rosen
Unfortunately. . . .Nazism in this book is an unexamined evil, abstract. . . .Muller, by making her biography little more than a factual expansion of Anne Frank's diary, makes the war years seem a matter of individual responses. . . .Muller . . .presents [the five new diary pages] in a far less sensational manner than the newspapers that picked up the story.
The New York Times Book Review
Publishers Weekly
When she first read Anne Frank’s diary, Müller (Lost Lives, Lost Art) was 13, the same age as Anne was when she went into hiding. Before being sent to her death at the Bergen-Belsen concentration camp, Anne spent 25 months furtively penning one of the most powerful documents of the Holocaust, but it was not until 1947 that her father, Otto, finally published his daughter’s work. Müller’s biography of the young girl and her at-once intimate and universal missives has also long been a work in progress. The book was originally published in 1998, but this expanded edition takes into account diary entries that had previously been redacted by Anne’s father, as well as recently discovered letters from Otto to relatives in the United States and unpublished documents provided to Müller during interviews with those who knew Anne and her family—including Miep Gies, one of those responsible for hiding the Franks and preserving the diary after its author had perished. In addition to fleshing out her subject, Müller investigates who was responsible for outing the family and what happened to Anne during the eight months between her last diary entry and her death at the age of 16. This nuanced and valuable supplement to Anne’s diary eschews idealization, providing a fuller picture of a vibrant, willful, and soul-searching young woman. 42 b&w photos & family trees. (June)
From the Publisher
"Flawlessly researched and compellingly written . . . In her comprehensive and nuanced portrait of Anne and her collapsing world, Müller has given us Anne Frank for adults."

The Christian Science Monitor

"In this updated edition of her superb 1998 biography, Müller adds immeasurably to a well-known story . . .  An invaluable complement to an immortal testimony."

Kirkus (starred review)

"Superb. . . . This meticulous and gripping narrative honors in full a life we thought we knew."

Newsweek

"Müller pays respect to the legend, but she also does something long overdue. She saves Anne Frank from idolatry and impersonal symbolism by restoring her physical presence."

—R.Z. Sheppard, Time

"One might ask, what remains to be said about Anne Frank? Quite a bit, as it turns out. . . . In addition to revealing the missing diary pages, this biography also acts as a supplement to the diary, filling in Anne’s fragmentary view of her own life. . . . One of the things that lends this biography such power is the awful juxtaposition of the ordinary and the horrific."

—Michiko Kakutani, The New York Times

"Remarkable. . . . Müller has achieved the near-impossible by restoring human proportions to the near mythical Anne. . . . Müller has returned the young writer to history."

—Susan Jacoby, Newsday

"Mueller’s book reminds us of the powerful role of contingency in history. It also ably celebrates what it calls ‘a life of singular intensity’ and offers noteworthy additions to Anne Frank’s story . . . .Mueller’s biography, in the end, does exactly what it should: it sends us back to Anne’s words."

—Julia M. Klein, The Philadelphia Inquirer

"Müller offers an especially impressive portrait of Anne’s father, Otto, as well as a chilling, convincing theory about the Dutch informant who likely led the Gestapo to the secret annex."

—Carolyn Alessio, Chicago Tribune (editor’s choice)

"A thoughtful book, honorable and fluent . . . humane."

—Robert Skloot, The Nation

"The author’s literary gifts and exhaustive research distinguish Anne Frank: The Biography as both an absorbing and definitive text."

—Deborah Hornblow, The Hartford Courant

"Müller succeeds in rounding out the picture of the sensitive and talented Jewish schoolgirl though interviews with friends and family, letters and previously unavailable documents."

The Minneapolis Star Tribune

"The first serious biography of Anne Frank."

— David Barnouw and Gerrold van der Stroom, editors of The Diary of Anne Frank: The Critical Edition

Library Journal
Müller’s (Lost Lives, Lost Art: Jewish Collectors, Nazi Art Theft, and the Quest for Justice) 1998 biography of Anne Frank helped fill out the contours of the famous diarist’s life. It formed not a substitute but a complement to Frank’s moving narrative of her life in the shadow of Nazi anti-Semitism and confined within the annex rooms behind her father’s offices. This new edition, with more than 30 per cent new material, reexamines the question of who alerted the authorities to the presence of the Franks and van Pels in the secret annex, addressing new information Müller unearthed following the digitization of archives all over the world, and summarizing the ownership struggle ignited by the biography’s initial publication of pages from Frank’s diary that her father had suppressed.

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Kirkus Reviews
Anne Frank, before and after the diary, with many new details and a fresh, welcome perspective. In this updated edition of her superb 1998 biography, Müller (Alice's Piano: The Life of Alice Herz-Sommer, 2012) adds immeasurably to a well-known story, expanding on what the precocious young Anne Frank either didn't say or didn't know. Starting well before Anne's birth, the author shows how her father, Otto Frank, established successful businesses selling fruit extracts and wholesale goods and, with his wife Edith, managed for a while to raise a family despite the growing Nazi threat. Otto could deal with the Wehrmacht by supplying goods to the Nazis (he hardly had any choice) and by trying to "Aryanize" his businesses. Of course, it couldn't last, as the family would be forced to flee first to Amsterdam and then into the secret annex over one of Otto's businesses. They weren't alone; some 20,000 to 30,000 Jews in Holland "saw going into hiding as their only alternative to deportation." Müller illuminates the shadows of Anne's diary, particularly in casting the Franks' loveless arranged marriage, which Anne accurately saw through, in a sympathetic and understanding light. She adds dimension to Anne's picture of Edith, as well; the woman her daughter depicted as stern and cold was also trying desperately not to give in to despair. Müller likewise tells the full story behind Anne's roommate, Fritz Pfeffer. The stiff-necked, middle-aged doctor whom Anne referred to as "Dussel" (Dutch for "dope") also had no family support and feared for the safety of his fiancee and a son by a former marriage. Müller assesses Anne's shifting moods, growing sexual awareness and her dual nature: the impish extrovert and the deeply private young writer. She also assiduously researches the details of Anne's final days, as well as the fates of everyone else. An invaluable complement to an immortal testimony.
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781250050151
  • Publisher: Picador
  • Publication date: 6/3/2014
  • Edition description: Second Edition, Revised Edition
  • Edition number: 2
  • Pages: 480
  • Sales rank: 271,427
  • Product dimensions: 5.50 (w) x 8.10 (h) x 1.30 (d)

Meet the Author

Melissa Müller is the author of numerous books on the history of the Third Reich. Her biography of Anne Frank has been translated into eighteen languages to date. Müller lives in Munich with her family.

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Anne Frank

The Biography
By Melissa Muller

Turtleback Books Distributed by Demco Media

Copyright ©1999 Melissa Muller
All right reserved.

ISBN: 0606197761


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Hush. Be quiet. Whisper. Walk softly...take off your shoes. Who's still in the bathroom? The water's running. For God's sake, don't flush the toilet! After two years you should know better than to be so careless. Empty the chamber pots. Shove the beds back out of the way. The church bells are already ringing the half hour. When the workers arrive at 8:30, there has to be dead silence.

The usual morning ritual in the secret annex. At 6:45 the alarm clock goes off in Hermann and Auguste van Pels's room, so loud and shrill that it wakes the Franks and Fritz Pfeffer, who sleep one floor below. The sounds that come next are maddeningly familiar. A well-aimed blow from Mrs. van Pels silences the alarm. The floor creaks, softly at first, then louder. Mr. van Pels gets up, creeps down the steep stairs, and, the first in the bathroom, hurries to finish.

Anne waits in bed until she hears the bathroom door creak again. Her roommate, Fritz Pfeffer, is next. Anne sighs, relieved, enjoying these few precious moments of solitude. With eyes closed, she listens to the birdsong in the backyard and stretches in her bed. Bed is hardly the word for the narrow sofa she has lengthened by putting achair at one end. But Anne thinks it's luxurious. Miep Gies, who brings the Franks their groceries, has told her that others in hiding are sleeping on the floor in tiny windowless sheds or in damp cellars. Dutifully, Anne gets up and opens the blackout curtains. Discipline rules their lives here. She glances at the world outside. The foggy Friday morning promises to turn into a gloriously warm summer day. If she could just, only for a few minutes... But she must be patient. It won't be much longer now. The attempt to assassinate Hitler two weeks ago has revived everyone's hopes... Perhaps she can go back to school the fall. Her father and Mr. van Pels are sure that everything will be over in October, that they will be free... It is already August. August 4, 1944.

An hour and forty-five minutes is all they have to prepare for another day. An hour and forty-five minutes passes quickly when eight people have to wash up, store their bedding, push the beds aside, and put tables and chairs back where they belong. After work begins at 8:30 in the warehouse below, they can't make a sound. It would be easy to give themselves away. The warehouse foreman, Willem van Maaren, is suspicious enough as it is.

Before a light breakfast at nine, they occupy themselves as quietly as possible, reading or studying, sewing or knitting. And they wait. They must be especially careful during this next half hour. Anyone who absolutely has to get up tiptoes across the room like a thief, in stocking feet or soft slippers, and they have to whisper. If someone laughs or pricks a finger and says "ouch!" everyone glares. But once the office staff has arrived and the rattling typewriters, the ringing telephone, and the voices of Miep Gies, Bep Voskuijl, and Johannes Kleiman — all friends and helpers of the residents in the secret annex — form a backdrop of sound, the danger is diminished somewhat. Eventually Miep will come to pick up the "shopping list." In fact, Miep will have to settle for whatever she can get them, and every day she gets a little less. But she knows how eagerly the inhabitants of the secret annex await her. Anne barrages Miep with questions, as she does every morning. And Miep, as she does every morning, puts Anne off until later. Only after Miep has sworn to return for a longer visit in the afternoon will Anne let her go back to her office. Otto Frank retires with Peter van Pels to Peter's tiny room on the top floor. A dictation in English is the lesson plan for today. Peter is having trouble with this irritating language, so Otto spends his mornings helping him. It's a way to pass time. On the floor below, Anne and her sister, Margot, lose themselves in their books. Patience. Patience and discipline —those are the things that mercurial Anne has had to learn these last two years.

In the warehouse, on the ground floor, the spice mill is running with its familiar monotonous clatter. Van Maaren has the door onto Prinsengracht wide open to let in the light and warmth of this soft summer day.

Ten-thirty. The two warehouse workers have a lot of work to do before the noon break. Suddenly a group of men appears in the shop, one of them in the uniform of the German security service, the Sicherheitsdienst, or SD. The men are armed. A few words are exchanged, then van Maaren — totally astonished — points toward the stairs with his thumb. Another worker, Lammert Hartog, stands nervously to one side. The visitors hurry up the stairs to the offices on the second floor. One stays behind to guard the door.

Without knocking, one of the men, short and horribly fat, enters the office shared by Miep, Bep, and Mr. Kleiman. Miep doesn't even look up; people often walk into the office unannounced. Only when she hears his harsh command, "Sit still and not a word out of you!" does she raise her head and find herself staring into the barrel of a pistol. "Don't move from your seat," he orders in Dutch.

Gruff voices can be heard through the double folding doors. The SD man and three of the others, all Dutch, have surprised Victor Kugler at his desk in the next room. "Who owns this building?" the uniformed man bellows at him in German. Kugler, who grew up in Austria, responds in German, "Mr. Piron. We just rent from him." Stiffly erect in his chair, he quickly gives the address of the Dutchman who has owned the building at 263 Prinsengracht since April 1943.

"Stop playing games with me," the SD man snarls. His name is Karl Josef Silberbauer. "Who's the boss here? That's what I want to know."

"I am," Kugler says.

What do these men want? Kugler, a reserved and formal man who strikes many people as utterly unapproachable, tries to collect his thoughts. Have they come after him? Or do they know about the people in the secret annex? Has someone betrayed them? Everything has gone smoothly for two years and a month. Impossible that now, of all times, when the Allies have finally made a breakthrough in northern France and are on the advance, that now, with liberation only weeks away, now, when the tide has finally turned...

A few seconds pass, then his hopes fade. These men know. Denial will only make matters worse.

"You have Jews hidden in this building." Silberbauer's words have the grim sound of a verdict with no possibility of appeal. There is no way out.

Silberbauer is in a hurry; he's on duty. This is merely routine. He orders Kugler to lead the way.

Kugler obeys. What else can he do? The men follow him, their pistols drawn. Kugler's brilliant blue eyes seem — more than ever — like an impenetrable wall. But his perfect self-control conceals a feeling of paralyzing helplessness. His mind won't work; his familiar surroundings blur and fade before his eyes. It feels like the final moments before a thunderstorm, muggy, oppressive, threatening. Questions torment him: Who betrayed his charges? A neighbor? An employee? And why today of all days?

Seemingly indifferent, he walks down the corridor that connects the front of the building with the rooms in the rear. One by one he climbs the narrow steps that turn to the right like a circular staircase. The strangers are at his heels. Silberbauer still hasn't gotten used to Amsterdam's terrifyingly steep stairs. Fourteen, fifteen, sixteen. Now they are standing in a hallway whose beige-and-red flowered wallpaper makes it look even narrower than it is. Behind them is the doorway to the spice warehouse, ahead of them a high bookcase: three shelves crammed with worn gray file folders. Above the bookcase hangs a large map of the kind seen in government offices or in schools: Belgium, in 1:500,000 scale.

"Open up." Of course — they know. A yank on the bookcase and it swings away from the wall like a heavy gate. Behind it, a high step leads to a white door about a foot and a half above the floor; the top of the door is hidden behind the map on the wall. The lintel of the door frame is padded with a cloth stuffed with excelsior: it's easy to bang one's head.

Have the Franks heard the loud footsteps and the unfamiliar voices? When Victor Kugler hesitates, the SD men urge him on. Right in front of them, another stairway, barely wide enough for one person, leads to the upper floor of the secret annex. Kugler goes up the left side of this narrow stairway and opens a door.

The first person he sees is Anne's mother, Edith Frank, sitting at her table. "Gestapo," he says under his breath. His dry lips can't form another word. He is afraid she will panic, but she stays seated, frozen. She looks at Kugler and the intruders impassively, as if from a great distance. "Hands up," one of the Dutchmen barks at her, his pistol in his hand. Mechanically, she raises her arms. Another policeman brings Anne and Margot in from the next room. They are ordered to stand next to their mother with their hands over their heads.

Two of the Dutch policemen have run up the stairs to the next floor. While one of them covers Mr. and Mrs. van Pels with his pistol, the other storms the small room next door. He frisks Otto Frank and Peter van Pels for weapons, as if they were dangerous criminals. Then he herds them into the next room, where Peter's parents wait in silence, staring into space, their hands over their heads. "Downstairs with you, and make it quick." The last to appear, with a pistol at his back, is Fritz Pfeffer.

The SD men seem pleased. Eight Jews at one blow. A good morning's work. "Where is your money? Where are your valuables?" Silberbauer asks, threateningly. "Come on, come on, we don't have all day." The eight captives appear incredibly calm. Only Margot has tears running down her face, but she is silent.

Otto Frank feels that if they cooperate with their captors everything will turn out all right. The Germans are frightened themselves. They know about the Allied offensive, too. They know the end is only weeks away. Otto points to the closet where he keeps his family's valuables. Silberbauer orders his henchmen to search the other rooms and the attic for jewelry and money. He pulls the Franks' bulky strongbox out of the closet. His eyes search the room. He finds what he's looking for: Otto's leather briefcase—Anne's briefcase, actually, because Otto has given it to his daughter as a safe place to keep her personal papers.

Silberbauer opens the briefcase, turns it upside down, and dumps Anne's diary, notebooks, and loose papers out onto the floor. "Not my diary; if my diary goes I go with it!" Anne had written four months earlier. Now she watches impassively. Silberbauer, irritated by how calm his captives seem, empties the contents of the strongbox into the briefcase and bellows, "Hop to it. You've got five minutes to get ready." As if in a trance, all eight get their emergency packs from the next room or from upstairs, rucksacks that have hung packed and readily accessible in case a fire broke out and they had to abandon the building. They ignore the chaos the Dutch Nazis have created in their search.

SS Oberscharführer Silberbauer can't stand still. In his heavy boots, he paces the small room. People have told him that his marching is intimidating, but it helps him pass the time until everyone is ready to leave. He is thirty-three years old; his pale blond hair is cropped short, in military fashion, over his large, fleshy ears. His lips are pale and thin, his eyes narrowed to slits. An ordinary, rather nondescript fellow: obedient, deferential to authority. It is obviousthat his uniform gives him his place in life. He has the upper hand here, he thinks, and beyond that he does not think. He obeys orders. Clearing out this annex is all in a day's work. Originally a policeman, he joined the SS in 1939. In October 1943, he was transferred from his native city of Vienna to the Amsterdam unit of the Gestapo's Department IV B4, the so-called Jewish Division of the Reich Security Headquarters in Berlin, whose job, under Adolf Eichmann's command, is the efficient "solution of the Jewish question." Silberbauer's wife has remained at home in Vienna.

Suddenly Silberbauer stops his pacing and stares at a large gray trunk on the floor between Edith Frank's bed and the window.

"Whose trunk is that?" Silberbauer asks.

"Mine," Otto answers. "Lieutenant of the Reserves Otto Frank" is clearly stenciled on the lid of the steel-reinforced trunk. "I was a reserve officer in the First World War."

"But..." Karl Silberbauer is obviously uncomfortable. This trunk has no business being here. It upsets his routine. "But why didn't you register as a veteran?" Otto Frank, a Jew, is Silberbauer's superior in military rank.

"You would have been sent to Theresienstadt," he points out, as if the concentration camp at Theresienstadt were a health spa.

His eyes dart nervously around the room, avoiding Otto Frank's.

"How long have you been hiding here?"

"Two years," Otto Frank says, "and one month." When Silberbauer, incredulous, shakes his head, Otto Frank points to the wall on his right. Next to the door to Anne's room, faint pencil marks on the wallpaper record how much Anne and Margot have grown since July 6, 1942. Silberbauer's eyes come to rest on a small map of Normandy tacked to the wall beside the pencil marks. On this map, Otto has kept track of the Allied advance. He has used pins with red, orange, and blue heads, from Edith's sewing basket, to mark Allied victories.

Silberbauer struggles with himself, then says in a choked voice, "Take your time." Is he about to lose his self-control? Has something here touched him? While his assistants guard the captives, he retreats downstairs.

Silberbauer walks through the smaller office, where Victor Kugler was working and where his assistant, Johannes Kleiman, is now being interrogated, then through the windowless hallway, to the large front office. Beyond the windows that reach nearly from floor to ceiling, sunbeams sparkle on the waters of the canal.

Miep Gies has been left alone in the front office. Her husband, Jan, had dropped by, as he did every day at noon, and Miep had secretly slipped him the ration cards she used for the annex residents. Then she had hustled him back out the door. Though Miep's coworker, Bep Voskuljl, could hardly see through her glasses for her tears, Kleiman sent her off to tell his wife what had happened and to give her his wallet for safekeeping. Miep, too, received permission to go, but she chose to stay.

"Well," Silberbauer says to her in German, "now it's your turn." His Viennese accent sounds familiar. Miep was born in Vienna and lived there until she was eleven.

"I'm from Vienna, too," she says in a steady voice.

A fellow Viennese. The Nazi wasn't expecting that. But it's important to stick to routine. Identity card. Standard questions. Silberbauer is in way over his head. "You traitor, aren't you ashamed to have helped this Jewish trash?" he yells at Miep, as if shouting might help him keep the self-control he's on the verge of losing. Since the Allied landing in Normandy, actions against Jews had almost entirely ceased. The SD was preparing for the defense of Holland and had more important things to worry about than the Jews. But the officer in charge of Silberbauer's unit had made an exception; he simply couldn't ignore the tip the unit had received from an anonymous telephone caller. And now Silberbauer has all these complications to deal with.

It requires all Miep's strength to keep calm, but she does, looking Silberbauer straight in the eye. He finally quiets down, mumbles something about feeling sympathy for her, and says he doesn't know what to do with her. Then he leaves, threatening that he will come back the next day to check on her and search the office. He wants to put this assignment behind him and get out of this wretched building.

The truck that has been ordered by phone finally arrives, a delivery truck without windows. Carefully guarded by the Nazi policemen, the eight captives come down the stairs from the annex one by one, walk the corridor past the offices, go down another set of steep stairs, and, finally, outdoors. For the first time in two years and a month, they are on the street. The sunlight blinds them. Inside the truck it is dark again.

Miep remains behind with van Maaren. Lammert Hartog seized the first opportunity to pull on his jacket and disappear. The police have taken Victor Kugler and Johannes Kleiman away with the others. Miep sits at her desk, stunned, exhausted, drained. She could leave now, but she stays. What can she do to help her friends? Is there any way to rescue them? Will the police return?

Minutes pass, or hours — Miep can't tell. Jan finally comes to find her. Bep comes back, too.

Joined by van Maaren, they make their way into the annex. Silberbauer has locked the door behind the bookcase and taken the key, but Miep has a duplicate. Once inside, they are stunned by the mess the police have left behind. They have pulled everything out of the closets, torn the beds apart. The floor of the Franks' room is covered with notebooks and papers. Among them is a little volume with a checkered cover, like an autograph book. It is Anne's diary. With Bep's help, Miep quickly gathers the papers together. They grab a few books they borrowed from the library for Anne and Margot. Otto's portable typewriter. Anne's combing shawl. But no valuables to keep for their arrested friends. The police have stolen everything of value.

It's late, but outside the sun is still shining, bathing the facade and the interior of 263 Prinsengracht in the clear golden evening light of a Vermeer. Miep collects Anne's diary and the many loose pages without reading a word and puts them in her desk drawer. She doesn't lock it. That would just arouse curiosity. When Anne returns after the war, Miep will give her back her diary.

Continues...


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First Chapter

[THE ARREST]

Hush. Be quiet. Whisper. Walk softly...take off your shoes. Who's still in the bathroom? The water's running. For God's sake, don't flush the toilet! After two years you should know better than to be so careless. Empty the chamber pots. Shove the beds back out of the way. The church bells are already ringing the half hour. When the workers arrive at 8:30, there has to be dead silence.

The usual morning ritual in the secret annex. At 6:45 the alarm clock goes off in Hermann and Auguste van Pels's room, so loud and shrill that it wakes the Franks and Fritz Pfeffer, who sleep one floor below. The sounds that come next are maddeningly familiar. A well-aimed blow from Mrs. van Pels silences the alarm. The floor creaks, softly at first, then louder. Mr. van Pels gets up, creeps down the steep stairs, and, the first in the bathroom, hurries to finish.

Anne waits in bed until she hears the bathroom door creak again. Her roommate, Fritz Pfeffer, is next. Anne sighs, relieved, enjoying these few precious moments of solitude. With eyes closed, she listens to the birdsong in the backyard and stretches in her bed. Bed is hardly the word for the narrow sofa she has lengthened by putting a chair at one end. But Anne thinks it's luxurious. Miep Gies, who brings the Franks their groceries, has told her that others in hiding are sleeping on the floor in tiny windowless sheds or in damp cellars. Dutifully, Anne gets up and opens the blackout curtains. Discipline rules their lives here. She glances at the world outside. The foggy Friday morning promises to turn into a gloriously warm summer day. If she could just, only for a few minutes... But she must be patient. It won't be much longer now. The attempt to assassinate Hitler two weeks ago has revived everyone's hopes... Perhaps she can go back to school in the fall. Her father and Mr. van Pels are sure that everything will be over in October, that they will be free... It is already August. August 4, 1944.

An hour and forty-five minutes is all they have to prepare for another day. An hour and forty-five minutes passes quickly when eight people have to wash up, store their bedding, push the beds aside, and put tables and chairs back where they belong. After work begins at 8:30 in the warehouse below, they can't make a sound. It would be easy to give themselves away. The warehouse foreman, Willem van Maaren, is suspicious enough as it is.

Before a light breakfast at nine, they occupy themselves as quietly as possible, reading or studying, sewing or knitting. And they wait. They must be especially careful during this next half hour. Anyone who absolutely has to get up tiptoes across the room like a thief, in stocking feet or soft slippers, and they have to whisper. If someone laughs or pricks a finger and says "ouch!" everyone glares. But once the office staff has arrived and the rattling typewriters, the ringing telephone, and the voices of Miep Gies, Bep Voskuijl, and Johannes Kleiman -- all friends and helpers of the residents in the secret annex -- form a backdrop of sound, the danger is diminished somewhat. Eventually Miep will come to pick up the "shopping list." In fact, Miep will have to settle for whatever she can get them, and every day she gets a little less. But she knows how eagerly the inhabitants of the secret annex await her. Anne barrages Miep with questions, as she does every morning. And Miep, as she does every morning, puts Anne off until later. Only after Miep has sworn to return for a longer visit in the afternoon will Anne let her go back to her office. Otto Frank retires with Peter van Pels to Peter's tiny room on the top floor. A dictation in English is the lesson plan for today. Peter is having trouble with this irritating language, so Otto spends his mornings helping him. It's a way to pass time. On the floor below, Anne and her sister, Margot, lose themselves in their books. Patience. Patience and discipline -- those are the things that mercurial Anne has had to learn these last two years.

In the warehouse, on the ground floor, the spice mill is running with its familiar monotonous clatter. Van Maaren has the door onto Prinsengracht wide open to let in the light and warmth of this soft summer day.

Ten-thirty. The two warehouse workers have a lot of work to do before the noon break. Suddenly a group of men appears in the shop, one of them in the uniform of the German security service, the Sicherheitsdienst, or SD. The men are armed. A few words are exchanged, then van Maaren -- totally astonished -- points toward the stairs with his thumb. Another worker, Lammert Hartog, stands nervously to one side. The visitors hurry up the stairs to the offices on the second floor. One stays behind to guard the door.

Without knocking, one of the men, short and horribly fat, enters the office shared by Miep, Bep, and Mr. Kleiman. Miep doesn't even look up; people often walk into the office unannounced. Only when she hears his harsh command, "Sit still and not a word out of you!" does she raise her head and find herself staring into the barrel of a pistol. "Don't move from your seat," he orders in Dutch.

Gruff voices can be heard through the double folding doors. The SD man and three of the others, all Dutch, have surprised Victor Kugler at his desk in the next room. "Who owns this building?" the uniformed man bellows at him in German. Kugler, who grew up in Austria, responds in German, "Mr. Piron. We just rent from him." Stiffly erect in his chair, he quickly gives the address of the Dutchman who has owned the building at 263 Prinsengracht since April 1943.

"Stop playing games with me," the SD man snarls. His name is Karl Josef Silberbauer. "Who's the boss here? That's what I want to know."

"I am," Kugler says.

What do these men want? Kugler, a reserved and formal man who strikes many people as utterly unapproachable, tries to collect his thoughts. Have they come after him? Or do they know about the people in the secret annex? Has someone betrayed them? Everything has gone smoothly for two years and a month. Impossible that now, of all times, when the Allies have finally made a breakthrough in northern France and are on the advance, that now, with liberation only weeks away, now, when the tide has finally turned...

A few seconds pass, then his hopes fade. These men know. Denial will only make matters worse.

"You have Jews hidden in this building." Silberbauer's words have the grim sound of a verdict with no possibility of appeal. There is no way out.

Silberbauer is in a hurry; he's on duty. This is merely routine. He orders Kugler to lead the way.

Kugler obeys. What else can he do? The men follow him, their pistols drawn. Kugler's brilliant blue eyes seem -- more than ever -- like an impenetrable wall. But his perfect self-control conceals a feeling of paralyzing helplessness. His mind won't work; his familiar surroundings blur and fade before his eyes. It feels like the final moments before a thunderstorm, muggy, oppressive, threatening. Questions torment him: Who betrayed his charges? A neighbor? An employee? And why today of all days?

Seemingly indifferent, he walks down the corridor that connects the front of the building with the rooms in the rear. One by one he climbs the narrow steps that turn to the right like a circular staircase. The strangers are at his heels. Silberbauer still hasn't gotten used to Amsterdam's terrifyingly steep stairs. Fourteen, fifteen, sixteen. Now they are standing in a hallway whose beige-and-red flowered wallpaper makes it look even narrower than it is. Behind them is the doorway to the spice warehouse, ahead of them a high bookcase: three shelves crammed with worn gray file folders. Above the bookcase hangs a large map of the kind seen in government offices or in schools: Belgium, in 1:500,000 scale.

"Open up." Of course -- they know. A yank on the bookcase and it swings away from the wall like a heavy gate. Behind it, a high step leads to a white door about a foot and a half above the floor; the top of the door is hidden behind the map on the wall. The lintel of the door frame is padded with a cloth stuffed with excelsior: it's easy to bang one's head.

Have the Franks heard the loud footsteps and the unfamiliar voices? When Victor Kugler hesitates, the SD men urge him on. Right in front of them, another stairway, barely wide enough for one person, leads to the upper floor of the secret annex. Kugler goes up the left side of this narrow stairway and opens a door.

The first person he sees is Anne's mother, Edith Frank, sitting at her table. "Gestapo," he says under his breath. His dry lips can't form another word. He is afraid she will panic, but she stays seated, frozen. She looks at Kugler and the intruders impassively, as if from a great distance. "Hands up," one of the Dutchmen barks at her, his pistol in his hand. Mechanically, she raises her arms. Another policeman brings Anne and Margot in from the next room. They are ordered to stand next to their mother with their hands over their heads.

Two of the Dutch policemen have run up the stairs to the next floor. While one of them covers Mr. and Mrs. van Pels with his pistol, the other storms the small room next door. He frisks Otto Frank and Peter van Pels for weapons, as if they were dangerous criminals. Then he herds them into the next room, where Peter's parents wait in silence, staring into space, their hands over their heads. "Downstairs with you, and make it quick." The last to appear, with a pistol at his back, is Fritz Pfeffer.

The SD men seem pleased. Eight Jews at one blow. A good morning's work. "Where is your money? Where are your valuables?" Silberbauer asks, threateningly. "Come on, come on, we don't have all day." The eight captives appear incredibly calm. Only Margot has tears running down her face, but she is silent.

Otto Frank feels that if they cooperate with their captors everything will turn out all right. The Germans are frightened themselves. They know about the Allied offensive, too. They know the end is only weeks away. Otto points to the closet where he keeps his family's valuables. Silberbauer orders his henchmen to search the other rooms and the attic for jewelry and money. He pulls the Franks' bulky strongbox out of the closet. His eyes search the room. He finds what he's looking for: Otto's leather briefcase -- Anne's briefcase, actually, because Otto has given it to his daughter as a safe place to keep her personal papers. Silberbauer opens the briefcase, turns it upside down, and dumps Anne's diary, notebooks, and loose papers out onto the floor. "Not my diary; if my diary goes I go with it!" Anne had written four months earlier. Now she watches impassively.

Silberbauer, irritated by how calm his captives seem, empties the contents of the strongbox into the briefcase and bellows, "Hop to it. You've got five minutes to get ready." As if in a trance, all eight get their emergency packs from the next room or from upstairs, rucksacks that have hung packed and readily accessible in case a fire broke out and they had to abandon the building. They ignore the chaos the Dutch Nazis have created in their search.

SS Oberscharführer Silberbauer can't stand still. In his heavy boots, he paces the small room. People have told him that his marching is intimidating, but it helps him pass the time until everyone is ready to leave. He is thirty-three years old; his pale blond hair is cropped short, in military fashion, over his large, fleshy ears. His lips are pale and thin, his eyes narrowed to slits. An ordinary, rather nondescript fellow: obedient, deferential to authority. It is obvious that his uniform gives him his place in life. He has the upper hand here, he thinks, and beyond that he does not think. He obeys orders. Clearing out this annex is all in a day's work. Originally a policeman, he joined the SS in 1939. In October 1943, he was transferred from his native city of Vienna to the Amsterdam unit of the Gestapo's Department IV B4, the so-called Jewish Division of the Reich Security Headquarters in Berlin, whose job, under Adolf Eichmann's command, is the efficient "solution of the Jewish question." Silberbauer's wife has remained at home in Vienna.

Suddenly Silberbauer stops his pacing and stares at a large gray trunk on the floor between Edith Frank's bed and the window.

"Whose trunk is that?" Silberbauer asks.

"Mine," Otto answers. "Lieutenant of the Reserves Otto Frank" is clearly stenciled on the lid of the steel-reinforced trunk. "I was a reserve officer in the First World War."

"But..." Karl Silberbauer is obviously uncomfortable. This trunk has no business being here. It upsets his routine. "But why didn't you register as a veteran?" Otto Frank, a Jew, is Silberbauer's superior in military rank.

"You would have been sent to Theresienstadt," he points out, as if the concentration camp at Theresienstadt were a health spa.

His eyes dart nervously around the room, avoiding Otto Frank's.

"How long have you been hiding here?"

"Two years," Otto Frank says, "and one month." When Silberbauer, incredulous, shakes his head, Otto Frank points to the wall on his right. Next to the door to Anne's room, faint pencil marks on the wallpaper record how much Anne and Margot have grown since July 6, 1942. Silberbauer's eyes come to rest on a small map of Normandy tacked to the wall beside the pencil marks. On this map, Otto has kept track of the Allied advance. He has used pins with red, orange, and blue heads, from Edith's sewing basket, to mark Allied victories.

Silberbauer struggles with himself, then says in a choked voice, "Take your time." Is he about to lose his self-control? Has something here touched him? While his assistants guard the captives, he retreats downstairs.

Silberbauer walks through the smaller office, where Victor Kugler was working and where his assistant, Johannes Kleiman, is now being interrogated, then through the windowless hallway, to the large front office. Beyond the windows that reach nearly from floor to ceiling, sunbeams sparkle on the waters of the canal.

Miep Gies has been left alone in the front office. Her husband, Jan, had dropped by, as he did every day at noon, and Miep had secretly slipped him the ration cards she used for the annex residents. Then she had hustled him back out the door. Though Miep's coworker, Bep Voskuljl, could hardly see through her glasses for her tears, Kleiman sent her off to tell his wife what had happened and to give her his wallet for safekeeping. Miep, too, received permission to go, but she chose to stay.

"Well," Silberbauer says to her in German, "now it's your turn." His Viennese accent sounds familiar. Miep was born in Vienna and lived there until she was eleven.

"I'm from Vienna, too," she says in a steady voice.

A fellow Viennese. The Nazi wasn't expecting that. But it's important to stick to routine. Identity card. Standard questions. Silberbauer is in way over his head. "You traitor, aren't you ashamed to have helped this Jewish trash?" he yells at Miep, as if shouting might help him keep the self-control he's on the verge of losing. Since the Allied landing in Normandy, actions against Jews had almost entirely ceased. The SD was preparing for the defense of Holland and had more important things to worry about than the Jews. But the officer in charge of Silberbauer's unit had made an exception; he simply couldn't ignore the tip the unit had received from an anonymous telephone caller. And now Silberbauer has all these complications to deal with.

It requires all Miep's strength to keep calm, but she does, looking Silberbauer straight in the eye. He finally quiets down, mumbles something about feeling sympathy for her, and says he doesn't know what to do with her. Then he leaves, threatening that he will come back the next day to check on her and search the office. He wants to put this assignment behind him and get out of this wretched building.

The truck that has been ordered by phone finally arrives, a delivery truck without windows. Carefully guarded by the Nazi policemen, the eight captives come down the stairs from the annex one by one, walk the corridor past the offices, go down another set of steep stairs, and, finally, outdoors. For the first time in two years and a month, they are on the street. The sunlight blinds them. Inside the truck it is dark again.

Miep remains behind with van Maaren. Lammert Hartog seized the first opportunity to pull on his jacket and disappear. The police have taken Victor Kugler and Johannes Kleiman away with the others. Miep sits at her desk, stunned, exhausted, drained. She could leave now, but she stays. What can she do to help her friends? Is there any way to rescue them? Will the police return?

Minutes pass, or hours -- Miep can't tell. Jan finally comes to find her. Bep comes back, too.

Joined by van Maaren, they make their way into the annex. Silberbauer has locked the door behind the bookcase and taken the key, but Miep has a duplicate. Once inside, they are stunned by the mess the police have left behind. They have pulled everything out of the closets, torn the beds apart. The floor of the Franks' room is covered with notebooks and papers. Among them is a little volume with a checkered cover, like an autograph book. It is Anne's diary. With Bep's help, Miep quickly gathers the papers together. They grab a few books they borrowed from the library for Anne and Margot. Otto's portable typewriter. Anne's combing shawl. But no valuables to keep for their arrested friends. The police have stolen everything of value.

It's late, but outside the sun is still shining, bathing the facade and the interior of 263 Prinsengracht in the clear golden evening light of a Vermeer. Miep collects Anne's diary and the many loose pages without reading a word and puts them in her desk drawer. She doesn't lock it. That would just arouse curiosity. When Anne returns after the war, Miep will give her back her diary.

Excerpted by permission of Henry Holt and Co. Inc. Copyright © 1998 by Melissa Müller. Translation © 1998 by Metropolitan Books.

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Interviews & Essays

Before the live bn.com chat, Melissa Muller agreed to answer some of our questions:

Q:  Have you always been fascinated by Anne Frank? What drew you to her story?

A:  I was fascinated by Anne Frank as a 12- to 14-year-old girl. Later, I was more interested in the contemporary history in general, and Anne became one of millions to me. Four years ago, when I read the diary again, I started to get involved in the following question: Why is it that for millions of readers Anne Frank is a hero, while for others she is just "a bad example for victims" the people who think that, reading the diary, one gets a wrong idea of what the Shoah really meant? Why, I asked, don't they bother to look at her as an ordinary girl? That is why I wanted by all means to look at her personal life story and her family history in depth and bring them into the historical circumstances that they belong to.

Q:  What has been the international reaction of the missing diary pages? The German reaction?

A:  The world, according to the press reports, was overwhelmed by the news. The missing pages include one of the most sensitive, most beautiful letters that Anne ever wrote in her diary. The German press -- looking at how Holland and even the U.S. made the finding front-page news -- tried to stay a bit cooler, but did not quite manage either. It is, even though I hate the word, a small sensation that after 54 years, five more pages of the diary turned up, isn't it?

Q:  Do you think that Anne would have wanted her diary published if she had known her ultimate fate? Does she hint at this in her diary?

A:  Anne very clearly says in her diary that she wants to use it as the basis for a novel called "The Annex" that she was going to write after the war. I think that although during her lifetime she did not want anybody to look at her diary and she was very strict with that, her father, Otto Frank, did her right to publish the diary after he knew she was dead. I guess some of the very intimate passages she would not have been very happy to see published, as she had crossed some of them out already in her revision of the diary. But on the whole, yes, the decision to publish was right!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 22, 2001

    FANTASTIC MUST READ FOR LOVERS OF THE DIARY OF ANNE FRANK

    This fabulous biography is a must for anyone who reads or teaches The Diary of Anne Frank. It fills in a lot of blanks which Anne left out. I definitely recommend this to my students when they finish the Diary.

    4 out of 5 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 3, 2013

    Anne Frank: A Short Life

    Ann Frank waa great person, and, a great writer. If it werent for Adlof Hitler, she would most likely still be alive, in her 80's. I enjoy reading about her and Adlof Hitler. Not because I like seeing her being tortured, but because of Anne's extravagant writing abilities an how sh lived so quietly, solemnly and low on food. I also like reading about Hitler, though my family and I are anti-nazis. I like reading more and more about him because I want to see what a jerk he was. It just confuses me because he was supposed to grow up and be a jewish store owner.

    - Adrianna Lawson, School Newspaper Editor

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 20, 2013

    To revienpw #4

    Im 12 and under stand it fine.

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 26, 2013

    ...

    This book is ok. Im 12 and dont really understand it. Hope it gets better.

    2 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 28, 2012

    Halle D Barkema

    How many pages

    2 out of 8 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted January 24, 2014

    Highly recommended for those who have read Anne's diary or those interested in what life was like for Jewish people in World War II.

    This book puts a more human face to Anne. The relationships in her family show that she had become a teenager who struggled with the lack of privacy in such closed quarters. We learn some things about her school friends and what became of some of them.This is an excellent companion to Anne's diary and I recommend it to annyone who has an interest in the human side of Anne.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted June 26, 2013

    more from this reviewer

    Back with another review of this particular book and especially

    Back with another review of this particular book and especially reading when it 1st came out (1998). Now, I was pleasantly surprised when I saw this again and with the correct family trees. Unlike the mistake with one of the birth dates in the original publication. In which I have contracted Ms Muller and the publisher regarding it, but never heard from either of them. Here I thought theres possibly nothing else out there about her and all of the others that could possibly shed any light since the original publication regarding all of this. I do have still have questions regarding all of this. Especially, regarding what the heck happened to the rest of her diary and her sister's Margot's as well. Just look at Carol Ann Lee's biographies about her and her father (in which I didn't read and tried to read).

    Think thats it for now.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 14, 2014

    Great and inspiring book i have ever read

    I remember readin the diary of anne frank when was in high scool and i thought that it was goig to be this boring book that had too many pages to read the book. So i finally decide to read the book. The book was amazing.... i cant imagine what it was like to be so young and she couldnt do anything- she felt helpless because she was being taken into a cocentration camp run by the nazis. That must have been horrible to go through that.. great book

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 5, 2013

    Anne frank

    Anne frank is cool she liked a boy and they kissed so what im 13 and i think its ok to have s'# with agirl girls can have s'# with a girl i have a girlfreind and im a girl i like s'#

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