The Reader

The Reader

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by Bernhard Schlink

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The Reader is both a literary surprise and a moral challenge: a riveting, provocative, and deeply moving novel about a young boy's erotic awakening in a passionate, clandestine love affair with an older woman, and what happens to them both when the secrets in her past are revealed. Fifteen-year-old Michael Berg becomes ill on the way home from school. A woman…  See more details below


The Reader is both a literary surprise and a moral challenge: a riveting, provocative, and deeply moving novel about a young boy's erotic awakening in a passionate, clandestine love affair with an older woman, and what happens to them both when the secrets in her past are revealed. Fifteen-year-old Michael Berg becomes ill on the way home from school. A woman takes care of him. Later, the boy arrives at her home with a bunch of flowers to thank her. And then comes back again. Hanna is the first woman he has ever desired. But there is something slightly off-key about her. His questions about her family and her life go unanswered. One day Hanna simply disappears. Michael's life goes on, but he can't forget her. Years later, as a law student observing a trial in Germany, Michael is shocked to realize that the person in the dock is Hanna. The woman he had loved so passionately is a criminal. Much about her behavior during the trial makes no sense. But then, suddenly and terribly, it does — Hanna is not only obliged to answer for a horrible crime, she is also desperately concealing an even deeper secret. As the past erupts into the present — both Michael's past with Hanna, and the past of Germany itself — Michael must accept that he will never be free of either of them.

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A powerful and intense tale of secrets and a hidden past, The Reader is a thrilling audiobook. As a 15-year-old boy in postwar Germany, Michael Berg had a passionate affair with a mysterious, guarded woman twice his age that ended suddenly when she disappeared. Years later, Michael sees her again -- when she is on trial for a terrible crime. Read by Campbell Scott.

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Knopf Doubleday Publishing Group
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Vintage International Series
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Media Tie
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4.10(w) x 6.80(h) x 0.70(d)
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14 - 18 Years

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Chapter One

When I was fifteen, I got hepatitis. It started in the fall and lasted until spring. As the old year darkened and turned colder, I got weaker and weaker. Things didn't start to improve until the new year. January was warm, and my mother moved my bed out onto the balcony. I saw sky, sun, clouds, and heard the voices of children playing in the courtyard. As dusk came one evening in February, there was the sound of a blackbird singing.

The first time I ventured outside, it was to go from Blumenstrasse, where we lived on the second floor of a massive turn-of-the-century building, to Bahnhofstrasse. That's where I'd thrown up on the way home from school one day the previous October. I'd been feeling weak for days, in a way that was completely new to me. Every step was an effort. When I was faced with stairs either at home or at school, my legs would hardly carry me. I had no appetite. Even if I sat down at the table hungry, I soon felt queasy. I woke up every morning with a dry mouth and the sensation that my insides were in the wrong place and too heavy for my body. I was ashamed of being so weak. I was even more ashamed when I threw up. That was another thing that had never happened to me before. My mouth was suddenly full, I tried to swallow everything down again, and clenched my teeth with my hand in front of my mouth, but it all burst out of my mouth anyway straight through my fingers. I leaned against the wall of the building, looked down at the vomit around my feet, and retched something clear and sticky.

When rescue came, it was almost an assault. The woman seized my arm and pulled me through the dark entryway into the courtyard. Up above there were lines strung from window to window, loaded with laundry. Wood was stacked in the courtyard; in an open workshop a saw screamed and shavings flew. The woman turned on the tap, washed my hand first, and then cupped both of hers and threw water in my face. I dried myself with a handkerchief.

"Get that one!" There were two pails standing by the faucet; she grabbed one and filled it. I took the other one, filled it, and followed her through the entryway. She swung her arm, the water sluiced down across the walk and washed the vomit into the gutter. Then she took my pail and sent a second wave of water across the walk.

When she straightened up, she saw I was crying. "Hey, kid," she said, startled, "hey, kid"--and took me in her arms. I wasn't much taller than she was, I could feel her breasts against my chest. I smelled the sourness of my own breath and felt her fresh sweat as she held me, and didn't know where to look. I stopped crying.

She asked me where I lived, put the pails down in the entryway, and took me home, walking beside me holding my schoolbag in one hand and my arm in the other. It's no great distance from Bahnhofstrasse to Blumenstrasse. She walked quickly, and her decisiveness helped me to keep pace with her. She said goodbye in front of our building.

That same day my mother called in the doctor, who diagnosed hepatitis. At some point I told my mother about the woman. If it hadn't been for that, I don't think I would have gone to see her. But my mother simply assumed that as soon as I was better, I would use my pocket money to buy some flowers, go introduce myself, and say thank you, which was why at the end of February I found myself heading for Bahnhofstrasse.

Chapter Two

The building on Bahnhofstrasse is no longer there. I don't know when or why it was torn down. I was away from my hometown for many years. The new building, which must have been put up in the seventies or eighties, has five floors plus finished space under the roof, is devoid of balconies or arched windows, and its smooth faade is an expanse of pale plaster. A plethora of doorbells indicates a plethora of tiny apartments, with tenants moving in and out as casually as you would pick up and return a rented car. There's a computer store on the ground floor where once there were a pharmacy, a supermarket, and a video store.

The old building was as tall, but with only four floors, a first floor of faceted sandstone blocks, and above it three floors of brickwork with sandstone arches, balconies, and window surrounds. Several steps led up to the first floor and the stairwell; they were wide at the bottom, narrower above, set between walls topped with iron banisters and curving outwards at street level. The front door was flanked by pillars, and from the corners of the architrave one lion looked up Bahnhofstrasse while another looked down. The entryway through which the woman had led me to the tap in the courtyard was a side entrance.

I had been aware of this building since I was a little boy. It dominated the whole row. I used to think that if it made itself any heavier and wider, the neighboring buildings would have to move aside and make room for it. Inside, I imagined a stairwell with plaster moldings, mirrors, and an oriental runner held down with highly polished brass rods. I assumed that grand people would live in such a grand building. But because the building had darkened with the passing of the years and the smoke of the trains, I imagined that the grand inhabitants would be just as somber, and somehow peculiar--deaf or dumb or hunchbacked or lame.

In later years I dreamed about the building again and again. The dreams were similar, variations on one dream and one theme. I'm walking through a strange town and I see the house. It's one in a row of buildings in a district I don't know. I go on, confused, because the house is familiar but its surroundings are not. Then I realize that I've seen the house before. I'm not picturing Bahnhofstrasse in my hometown, but another city, or another country. For example, in my dream I'm in Rome, see the house, and realize I've seen it already in Bern. This dream recognition comforts me; seeing the house again in different surroundings is no more surprising than encountering an old friend by chance in a strange place. I turn around, walk back to the house, and climb the steps. I want to go in. I turn the door handle.

If I see the house somewhere in the country, the dream is more long-drawn-out, or I remember its details better. I'm driving a car. I see the house on the right and keep going, confused at first only by the fact that such an obviously urban building is standing there in the middle of the countryside. Then I realize that this is not the first time I've seen it, and I'm doubly confused. When I remember where I've seen it before, I turn around and drive back. In the dream, the road is always empty, as I can turn around with my tires squealing and race back. I'm afraid I'll be too late, and I drive faster. Then I see it. It is surrounded by fields, rape or wheat or vines in the Palatinate, lavender in Provence. The landscape is flat, or at most gently rolling. There are no trees. The day is cloudless, the sun is shining, the air shimmers and the road glitters in the heat. The fire walls make the building look unprepossessing and cut off. They could be the firewalls of any building. The house is no darker than it was on Bahnhofstrasse, but the windows are so dusty that you can't see anything inside the rooms, not even the curtains; it looks blind.

I stop on the side of the road and walk over to the entrance. There's nobody about, not a sound to be heard, not even a distant engine, a gust of wind, a bird. The world is dead. I go up the steps and turn the knob.

But I do not open the door. I wake up knowing simply that I took hold of the knob and turned it. Then the whole dream comes back to me, and I know that I've dreamed it before.

Chapter Three

I didn't know the woman's name.

Clutching my bunch of flowers, I hesitated in front of the door and all the bells. I would rather have turned around and left, but then a man came out of the building, asked who I was looking for, and directed me to Frau Schmitz on the third floor.

No decorative plaster, no mirrors, no runner. Whatever unpretentious beauty the stairwell might once have had, it could never have been comparable to the grandeur of the faade, and it was long gone in any case. The red paint on the stairs had worn through in the middle, the stamped green linoleum that was glued on the walls to shoulder height was rubbed away to nothing, and bits of string had been stretched across the gaps in the banisters. It smelled of cleaning fluid. Perhaps I only became aware of all this some time later. It was always just as shabby and just as clean, and there was always the same smell of cleaning fluid, sometimes mixed with the smell of cabbage or beans, or fried food or boiling laundry.

I never learned a thing about the other people who lived in the building apart from these smells, the mats outside the apartment doors, and the nameplates under the doorbells. I cannot even remember meeting another tenant on the stairs.

Nor do I remember how I greeted Frau Schmitz. I had probably prepared two or three sentences about my illness and her help and how grateful I was, and recited them to her. She led me into the kitchen.

It was the largest room in the apartment, and contained a stove and sink, a tub and a boiler, a table, two chairs, a kitchen cabinet, a wardrobe, and a couch with a red velvet spread thrown over it. There was no window. Light came in through the panes of the door leading out onto the balcony--not much light; the kitchen was only bright when the door was open. Then you heard the scream of the saws from the carpenter's shop in the yard and smelled the smell of wood.

The apartment also had a small, cramped living room with a dresser, a table, four chairs, a wing chair, and a coal stove. It was almost never heated in winter, nor was it used much in summer either. The window faced Bahnhofstrasse, with a view of what had been the railroad station, but was now being excavated and already in places held the freshly laid foundations of the new courthouse and administration buildings. Finally, the apartment also had a windowless toilet. When the toilet smelled, so did the hall.

I don't remember what we talked about in the kitchen. Frau Schmitz was ironing; she had spread a woolen blanket and a linen cloth over the table; lifting one piece of laundry after another from the basket, she ironed them, folded them, and laid them on one of the two chairs. I sat on the other. She also ironed her underwear, and I didn't want to look, but I couldn't help looking. She was wearing a sleeveless smock, blue with little pale red flowers on it. Her shoulder-length, ash-blond hair was fastened with a clip at the back of her neck. Her bare arms were pale. Her gestures of lifting the iron, using it, setting it down again, and then folding and putting away the laundry were an exercise in slow concentration, as were her movements as she bent over and then straightened up again. Her face as it was then has been overlaid in my memory by the faces she had later. If I see her in my mind's eye as she was then, she doesn't have a face at all, and I have to reconstruct it. High forehead, high cheekbones, pale blue eyes, full lips that formed a perfect curve without any indentation, square chin. A broad-planed, strong, womanly face. I know that I found it beautiful. But I cannot recapture its beauty.

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What People are saying about this

George Steiner
A masterly work....The reviewer's sole and privileged function is to say as loudly as he is able, 'Read this' and 'Read it again.'
Bernhard Schlink
Is Hanna's illiteracy a metaphor implying that Germans perpetrated the Holocaust simply out of ignorance?
"I know education doesn't protect against committing crimes. It's much easier for an intellectual to come up with a legend" to delude others, or themselves. Hanna in her illiteracy stands naked in her wrongdoing.
— Interviewed in The New York Times, March 30, 1999

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The Reader 3.8 out of 5 based on 1 ratings. 456 reviews.
Guest More than 1 year ago
This is possibly one of the most entrhalling translated pieces I've read. It bypasses The Stranger by miles. Very hartwarming and, yet, disturbing. If you have ever taken the simple skill of reading for granted this novel will force you to think upon it.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Very easy read. the first half of the book is sensual, sexual, and lulls you into a very comfortable exploration of forbidden love reminiscent of The Graduate. The characters could have been any two people in any country or time, sharing intimate encounters and a love of literature. Then the heartbreak of losing his first lover unexplainably seems to fit right into the assumed genre. But the second half of the book had me spellbound, trying to balance the inhumane horror of the woman on trial with the woman previously in love. I won't spoil the ending for anyone who hasn't read it or seen the movie. But the author reveals the woman's motivations slowly while highlighting the boy's and societies' inability to separate the whats from the whys. I was especially impressed with the author's exploration of the generational blame of a country humiliated by the horrors of genocide.
Guest More than 1 year ago
I read the book in a day. I though it was extremly well written. I kept thinking about this book even after I had finished it. I felt really close to Michael. When he hurt, so did I. I loved his views on Frau Schmitz. I really really enjoyed this boosk. It was reaaly a beautiful story....
PierreRadulescu More than 1 year ago
What makes it so impressive, this novel? It's presented as largely autobiographic, and it is really written with passion, as the author wanted to get finally free of his obsessions. Of course, it is impossible to get the real autobiographical elements, and, after all, once a book is written it becomes a fiction: it is about its own universe, different from the universe of the author. What is this book about? Is it mainly about Hanna, the woman who had become an SS criminal because she was trying to cover her illiteracy? Well, no. It is mainly about him, about The Reader, Der Vorleser (the German language is here more exact: The One Who Reads Aloud, more precisely The One Who Reads Aloud To Be Listened). He is the main character, the book is about his reactions toward Hanna. It is about him discovering through Hanna his erotic awakening, then about him discovering the secret of Hanna (her illiteracy), and so, through Hanna, discovering the banality of evil. Let's make here a short break: it is a book about the problematic of the Holocaust; what makes it original is maybe not the fact that Hanna is not a victim but a perpetrator; what makes it a great book is that it speaks forcefully about the banality of evil. Hanna did not commit her crimes because she was hating Jews, or because she was believing in any of Nazi ideas; she was simply trying to cover her illiteracy and any other aspect was unimportant for her. As simple as that! But this is not the only greatness. There is another one, overwhelming: his coming to terms with Hanna. You see, a complex of love/hate/guilt is crossing the whole story, from the beginning to the end. He loves Hanna, he hates her, as he is horrified by the evil. So love/hate, while the guilt, I mean his guilt, is ever present. At the beginning an unclear Freudian complex, at the trial the guilt that he loves a criminal, in the end the guilt that he cannot stand firmly on her side! The solution the hero finds in himself, to read aloud book after book and to send the cassettes to the prison, to be listened there by Hanna, this is really overwhelming: someone could be a horrible criminal, but she or he remains a human being and keeps always the right for human dignity. Someone could be a horrible criminal but she or he remains a human being, and a human being is fragile; so she or he always needs someone else to protect this fragility.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This was one of the best books I've ever read. So easy to read but it holds this sense of complexity. Would recommend this to anyone who just needs a good book to read in a short amount of time. I finished it in about 3 hours. I would love to read more by this author.
Guest More than 1 year ago
I read The Reader and was so excited to see another title out by Schlink. I read it in one day, just could not put it down. The stories are real and in some ways very ironic. The stories read like novels in the sense that they have very well developed characters and plot yet it's easy and a real treat to read. Much like the Reader these stories are full of surprises that'll keep you talking about them for months to come. In my opinion Schlink is fast becoming one of the most important writers of the 21st century.
Guest More than 1 year ago
This is a good read. On one hand you have historical accounts of the holocaust. If you were looking for erotica, you are on the wrong shelf. On the other hand is the parallel message of our daily lives. Empty characters for you to define. And moral dilemmas, again within our daily lives. Well written.
Guest More than 1 year ago
From the beguining to the end I was engage with the lecture of this book,I was able to feel his strugle, her lonelyness, the whole story is amazing, is been a long time since a book touch my heart like this one did, is definily a most read!!! I must admit that I could'n control my tears at the end, becouse I wanted to keep reading honestly I didn't wanted to end...
Guest More than 1 year ago
I read this book many years ago, I was still in high school. I would suggest this book to anyone, not only does it bring real life issues to light but also teaches us about unknowns. Anyone who didn't love this book should go back and read it again, and maybe think of reading more enlighting books themselves.
Guest More than 1 year ago
The Reader is the best book I read so far! I love the descrition of every detail.....described. It was amazing,I couldnt put it down!!!! I recommend this book TO EVERYONE!.....READ IT!
detroit_tiger More than 1 year ago
I enjoyed the author's style, and especially enjoyed the realistic conclusions- which I find to be often missing in most novels. This novel is definately not a "disney" novel- which I welcomed and enjoyed. The details the author used for descriptions helped me to paint a very clear picture in my head of the places, actions, and people. I also feel like there are political and intellectual messages for the time that may be intersting to discuss in book clubs. It was a very fast read and I would recommend it to mature readers only due to some graphic sexual nature. The Reader was translated into 'layman' terms that made it easy to read.
amber_duckie_2000 More than 1 year ago
Greetings B and N customers. I recently read The Reader and was so surprised by the simplistic writing style of Mr. Schlink. It was difficult to get thru the emotional roller-coaster of the main character- Hanna, but once you realize why her emotions are leaving little to be desired, you will fully understand the depth at to which she had to hide her "true" self. I had a disappointing experience reading this, mainly because the main character, Michael, reveals so much about himself, whereas Hanna holds so much back- you feel like lterally throwing the book across the room. Very frustrating read overall, yet when her secret is eventually revealed, you can kind of see why Hanna was such a tortured soul, so to speak. I hated how he was treated by her. And yes it's true, in the end, he wound up truly understanding what an embarassment it would be for her to admit her illiteracy than it was for her to go on trail to admit her crimes of tourturing people in Nazi germany. Wow, how messed up is that?!?!?! The writing is simplistic, but the subject matter is very deep. Please, watch the movie as well, and make your own decisions. It was a quick yet VERY FRUSTRATING read, mainly toward the characters emotions. Other than that, definately not for the faint of heart, but yes, the sex scenes were pretty nice. I hope this review was helpful. Take care and happy reading!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This was a quick read, no substance. I felt like I never got enough information about the woman character & the "secret" was painfully obvious. I don't know why anyone would make this into a movie?!
afr More than 1 year ago
I had high expectations of this book since it was an international best seller, whoever was disappointed did not find it as good as expected.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
too much of a drawn out middle and too depresing.
SandyM0928 More than 1 year ago
This was possibly the most depressing, awful book I have ever read
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I don't read Holocaust novels or see Holocaust movies, but wanted to read this novel written by a German. Cool as to how it handles the Holocaust, it is a remarkable tale, asking how long guilt should last (from our point of view), and how much sympathy one is entitled to expect (from the perpertrator's point of view).
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
When I chose this book, my choice was based on the movie ads running. While it looked good, I was somewhat suspicious that it was another older woman/ younger man story. While it was, the secret caught me by surprise. The translation was well done and it left as many clues as I could ask for, but I remained surprised in the courtroom when her now adult young lover sat listening to her testimony.
How much we give up to keep our secrets is where this book left me. In the end, her decision seemed logical as it relates to how she lived her life. The reader was a great book that I had finished in record time.
MaGicAllyGeNuisJ More than 1 year ago
The Reader is an award-winning novel by German law professor and judge Bernhard Schlink. It was published in Germany in 1995 and in the United States (translated into English by Carol Brown Janeway) in 1997. It deals with the difficulties of subsequent generations to comprehend the Holocaust.

The first part of the book begins in West Germany in 1958.The main character Micheal Berg who is 15 years old, becomes ill on his way home and meets a lady name Hanna Schmitz who is 36 years old. Hanna takes Micheal under wing and gets him clean up before he heads home to his parents.

That's when the love affair begins. I found this book very interesting, its like when you begin to read you can't put it down. Its so much that goes on in this book, that its mind-blowing.

It took me a day and half to read this book, and during the time that I was reading. Nothing else matter lol. Everything else just dissipates. If your looking for a book for a gift, or a book club read. This is it...YOU HAVE FOUND WHAT YOUR LOOKING FOR!!!
avid_readerBW More than 1 year ago
This is the most thought provoking and emotional novel I have ever read. Yes, it is a novel that deals with what happened to former Nazis after the war, but there is a much deeper meaning that deals with whether one should keep their dignity, or be seen as a criminal. One of the best novels I have ever read!!!
Batnipplesbad More than 1 year ago
While a relatively interesting read, it lacks heart. What others may see as good writing, I cannot seem to get past the fact that Hanna, the main female character, has really no motivation for anything she does. Why does she choose to sleep with the narrator? Why does she choose to be a guard for a concentration camp? Why does she hide her secret?

Being told from a perspective other than Hanna's obviously has its flaws. The narrator spends more time discussing the history of concentration camps than figuring out why Hanna is who she is.

Interesting read, but maybe the movie will do a better job at explaining things.
sugargirl84 More than 1 year ago
I wasn's sure how to feel about this book. There was a combination of good and bad writing in the book. I felt like the characters did't connect as much as I had hoped they would. The author went on about to many subjects that were boring or weren't relevant. He should have gone into great depth about the relationship.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Before reading, I thought I had seen this plot before...older woman, young boy, forbidden and taboo love...but this novel is a story so far beyond what I expected. Such a fantastic read. I would recommend to all.
Guest More than 1 year ago
I really liked the book! But I didn't like how in the beginning, about the relationship with the woman and boy was not explained well. In the end, when he said he was about to cry, I couldn't believe it because I didn't think he was that emotionally attached to her because the beginning I didn't think the relationship was like that. But overall I really liked the book and would recommend it to anyone.
Guest More than 1 year ago
This is one of the five best books I've ever read. It was gripping and fascinating. I read it close to ten years ago, but it still stays with me as one of the best.