To preface -- I am reading this book in part of a "Stories Matter: The Ethics of Represenation" class and chose to intentionally read books about Jewish persecution during the Holocaust written by non-Jews.
7 MARCH 2023
I started to read ORPHAN MONSTER SPY by Matt Killeen, and the dedication already gave me a bit of pause – For all the other beaten, bullied and abused children.
So the author is not Jewish, so I’m highly curious (and if I can admit, slightly skeptical) on why he decides to choose a Jewish protagonist if his intentions are to help ‘bullied’ children feel seen. Does he know what it’s like to be Jewish? I’m curious where his own history lies (he does say ‘for all other’ insinuating he is also ‘beaten, bullied and abused’). Does he believe that all instances of bullying are inherently similar? And you can merely swap out the reasons you’re being bullied?
And then I get started on the first chapter. The character’s name is Sarah. Of course. As if there is a ‘perfect Jewish name’ for those who are writing outside of their experience.
The book literally opens to Sarah’s mother being brutally murdered right in front of her (like, literally page one) and her mother’s final request to her is to run.
WHY do we open with Jewish slaughter on the main page? Before we get to know any character? WHY do non-Jewish people seem so excited at the idea of using our trauma as a playground where they get to play at ‘what it must have felt like’ to be persecuted? What purpose is this fulfilling? Which ‘beaten, bullied and abused’ child is this being geared towards?
I’m on page two (PAGE TWO!) and I’m getting treated to a detailed description of ‘what the bullet had done to the back of her mother’s head.’ WHY. WHY MATT? You’re certainly NOT writing this book for the ‘beaten, bullied and abused’ Jewish children. So why are you using our genocidal trauma to entertain??? Seriously. How I’m remembering why I don’t read Holocaust novels to begin with, but this seems quite grotesque.
Page three, and instead of like, I don’t know, simply walking, our main character has to crawl across ‘shards of broken windshield’ that ‘tore at her hands and knees.’ Certainly we could not possibly pass up on such a wonderful detail as to further drag our main character through additional trauma. (because the next sentence, she is now crawling through a bramble and quite literally ‘picking up splinters of wood, thorns, and broken glass.’)
This is straight up horrifically unabashed trauma porn. This is disgusting.
It isn’t until the bottom of page three that we finally get told that Sarah is Jewish by... explaining that she’s a Jewish gymnast and will try to use her gymnast skills to get to the roof of a building to hide. Preparing for such an act (after having her hands full of shards of broken glass and thorns, mind you) takes her to call upon the words of a literal antisemite – hardy, pious, cheerful, free. Because all Jews tend to draw strength from people who she further muses consider her to be “Deutschlands’ ungluck” or “Germany’s misfortune” before reminiscing on how antisemitic the other German gymnasts were towards her.
Surely no Jewish person – after watching their mother get shot in the head and literally crawling through broken glass to get away – would ever whisper a prayer to Hashem for strength or protection, but instead, invoking the very people trying to murder her to give her strength. Holy shit. But it surely does the trick – because one impossibly elaborate gymnast move later – somehow after all that trauma porn she’s still able to jump, grab onto a gutter, swing herself ‘up and to the right’ and land on the roof of a building...
Thankfully the impossible feat is enough to hide from the patrol that’s looking for her (who seemingly give up finding her without any complaint with just the most momentary inability to see her).
On page six, we again have Sarah refer to herself as “a Jew.” She’s first ever mentioned as Jewish on page three when she thinks to herself that she is not a gymnast but a “Jewish gymnast.” (then the next sentence, she’s “You’re a dead Jewish gymnast if you don’t move.”) the very next time her Jewishness is mentioned is on page six, when she refers to herself simply as “A Jew with no papers.”
Apparently her mother’s death is not the fault of the Nazis either! Again, on page six, Sarah muses about her mother, “...if she’d had a plan at all. That level of organization had been beyond her mother for years. It was no wonder that it had ended in disaster, in her death...”
EXCUSE ME? She’s not fucking dead because she didn’t plan for a Nazi checkpoint, she’s dead because a fucking Nazi shot her in the head – a death so graphically detailed as to ultimately mean nothing except shock value. The cruelty here, the author tells us, is not that Nazis are monsters, but this poor girl’s mother didn’t expect them to be there. The fault is on mom. Nazis are merely catalysts to a mother’s inability to live.
I honestly began skim reading, looking for my main objective – which was examples of Jewish culture and practice in these books (or else, if you erase Jewishness from your Jewish characters why are you writing a Jewish book at all?)
On page 34, I got to “I’m such a klutz.” followed by Sarah’s current helper admonishing her with “You know, as a Jewish fugitive, you might want to avoid using Yiddish words.” As if she needed to be told this?! I love the audacity of a Christian helper teaching a Jewish person how to not appear Jewish like...? Yet, Sarah has not done a single Jewish thing. She hasn’t even prayed that brikat hagomel for not dying at least twice.
On page 41 I ran into my first hopeful (actually Jewish) thing. At one point, a character tells Sarah “You were mumbling Brecht. All very Jewish-Bolshevik. You have to stop that.” I honestly had not heard of Brecht and wondered if it could be a Yiddish term perhaps. I was imagining a niggun (wordless Yiddish melody) or davening (praying), but no... it’s a Christian playwrite who wrote... socialist plays. Somehow, tying “Jews” with “Bolsheviks” did not occur to this author as an actual antisemitic trope. But of course, instead of “al shloshah” or “henei mah tovu” or any other actual Jewish song, Sarah then excuses her “Brecht” mumblings to “it was a song my mother sang.”
FINALLY on page 42 we get an ACTUAL Yiddish term IN Sarah’s ACTUAL thoughts! Kischef – spell or enchantment. (“if she started asking questions, it would break the kischef, the spell, and everything would fall apart. Everyone, their eyes thus opened, would turn around and wonder why the dirty Jew was sitting on the train.”) UUUHHHH??????
“We didn’t run a” – she wrestled for a suitable example – “bagel factory.” UHH?? WHAT?
Page 49 is getting quite horrific honestly. “Your father’s dirty little secret” – so apparently her father is Christian? And her mother is quite grotesque here as well, apparently at the point of severe alcoholism without any of the sympathy or nuance to think “Wow, a Jewish woman has become hated by her Nazi-aspiring husband” but instead she does get super drunk and turns on her daughter, “Her mother swung back and pointed at her with sudden venom in her eyes. ‘And you know what, princess? That’s you, too, Rapunzel with her golden hair... Doesn’t matter what you look like. Out there, they’re still going to hate you.’ She spat the final words with such disdain and fury that Sarah felt it in her cheekbones and her eyelids, all the way to her groin.”
UHHHH WHY IS A GROIN MENTIONED????? Like, we are literally disgustingly making the ‘porn’ attachment to the ‘trauma?’ Reading this book is honestly making me sick.
And on page 50, we have yet another wonderful antisemitic trope – “Her mother was gone. The absence, the hole that this left, was a wound, like the back of her mother’s head. Sarah’s existence felt dominated by that void. But this emptiness also meant her mother could make no more demands on her, could no longer control... Sarah struggled with this sense of relief as it was swamped by guilt.”
So the ‘controlling mother’ trope here is really quite drastic, and makes you even wonder ‘why would anyone want to be Jewish?!’ It’s something I saw in WHITE BIRD and something even more powerfully at play here – there is zero Jewish joy. No culture. No holidays, no food, no nothing. Judaism is shown to be a curse – both by the hatred heaped upon Jews by the outside, and by domineering, insatiable parents on the inside. I cannot imagine someone who is not Jewish reading this and thinking “wow, Judaism has so much to give!” It literally feels like this is meant to be a source of pity. Pity the Jews who were murdered, but pity the Jews who are alive who have not yet found the blessing to leave their accursed lives.
This book is trope after harmful trope. I’m on page 50 and completely throwing in the towel. If you get your jollies by playing dress-up and putting on the second-hand experience of the attempted genocide of an entire people written by someone who's not Jewish and has zero concept of what it means to live a Jewish life but wants to say it's the same as being bullied, then you might enjoy this book. It’s full of harmful tropes passed off as ‘reality’ – and even though the author claims to have used a “jewish consultant” that only gets a passing mention in a long line of other ‘advisors’ who the author even unabashedly says whose advice he didn’t follow (Dr. ... whose counsel on childhood trauma I took (and occasionally ignored).” This book had nearly nothing to do with portraying an authentic Jewish experience of the Holocaust. It didn’t attempt to portray Judaism as anything other than a horrific, life-crippling curse that will harm you from every possible angle. This is disturbing in its obvious revelry in trauma as porn. Non-sexual porn is defined as “that which is regarded as emphasizing the sensuous or sensational aspects of nonsexual subjects and stimulating a compulsive interest” and I cannot think of a better way to describe the way in which the author used gratuitous violence against Jews – it serves no purpose other than to sensationalize actual pain for the emotional gratification of its intended non-Jewish audience.
I flipped through to the end, where it appears as though Sarah’s friend, the British Captain, kills a Nazi (possibly her father) in front of her (of course the Jewish character couldn’t kill a Nazi, lol) and she then crumples to the floor crying for ‘everyone.’ I do not know why non-Jewish people are so interested in the idea that ultimately Jews will cry over the people who harm them – either overtly with genocide or casually like not doing more to keep them from dying – but this was an even more offensive way to end the book than I thought possible. Jews aren’t going to cry for your Nazi sympathies. We actually have been hunting down Nazis and bringing them to justice ever since the end of the Holocaust. Not a single tear of sympathy was ever shed.
And of course the obsession with trauma porn cannot be put off, even in the end. It is beyond gratuitous. “She curled up on the floor, in the blood.” Holy fuuuuuuuuuuuuck?
In the epilogue, there was some hilarious dialogue apparently saying that ‘woman’ was the most despised group in the world, literally spoken by a British woman to the Jewish girl who she had met. Literally. “Nobody listens to me. A woman? Jew or Christian? I’m ignored, despised.” LOL RIGHT HA. Thank you for reminding me of the genocide against women.
And the exact end of the book ends with Sarah being told by her British captain friend that she’s going to Berlin to continue her spy work. She doesn’t even... get asked. It’s literally told of her. That’s how the book ends. “Hey Jewish spy, literally do not go to Copenhagen and safety but go to Berlin because you have fucking work to do.”
“I would advise that you don’t stay in Copenhagen any longer than you have to. I’m not sure Denmark will be allowed to be neutral for much longer,” the Captain said.
“Yet you’ll take this girl back to the belly of the beast?”
“She has work to do.”
“Is that right, Sarah?”
Sarah considered the question, but there wasn’t any doubt.
“Yes. Yes, it is.”
THAT IS THE FUCKING END?
In the author’s note... I cannot even make this up, the author talks about how his mother’s best friend was German and when he learns about the Holocaust wonders, “exactly how did these gentle, sausage-obsessed people allow this to happen?” Fuck off and keep on fucking off out of the publishing industry you fucking idiot, deciding to play with peoplehood to just wonder how your very nice German friends could murder someone. Holy shit could Christians like, for once, stop being so fucking fascinated with wondering how nice people become genocidal by playing as a Jewish victim who ultimately forgives her murderers and instead like, fucking work harder at making sure your fellow Christians/Germans/Brits whatever don’t fucking become genocidal?!
We never learn if Sarah remains Jewish or reconnects with her Judaism in any way. The story doesn’t have time or space for that, because ultimately, Judaism is not of interest to the story. Certainly not for the author. The goal (and the author's own wish) is that whenever his 'sausage-loving nice Germans' gets a little too genocidal, there will always be the comfort of knowing that there's a victim able to offer herself up on the alter, all but offering everyone else the comfort of not needing to get involved.
A resounding 0/10.