It’s hard to know where to start, with The Ghost Keeper. It’s not incorrect to say it’s a story about a man in Vienna, during the Second World War, who looks after the graveyards. But that’s not really the important part. It’s not the heart of the story.
This is a story about relationships – about the bonds between families and friends. It’s about making hard choices, and how you live with the consequences after.
Josef Tobak is a Jewish man, living in Vienna. And his story is very much about living his life. He doesn’t necessarily begin or continue in chronological order, his memories jumping back and forth between the pages. But certain aspects stick out. How he meets and falls in love with his wife, Anna, is one of them; their love is a piece that holds throughout the entire story. His friendship with Friedrich Zimmel is another.
”This is 1933, and for me that is what 1933 is: the year I fell in love with Anna. It is also the year, of course, that in Germany the National Socialist Party is declared the only legal party, but at the time it feels so unreal; I have to make myself remember it now.”
This is what it means to live in a historically significant time – hindsight is what gives it significance. When Josef is busy with his life, his wife, his son, and their friends, what do Germany’s problems mean to them?
It does not stay that way; it can’t. The Anschluss makes it impossible. This is where Friedrich’s position becomes complicated. He joins the Party, allows his company to fire all the Jewish workers, yet finds work for Josef, and later for his relative. He helps Josef’s wife and son escape to China and hides Josef in his house while he’s too ill to travel. He toes the Party line, but helps Josef escape to New York. Later in the war, he keeps Josef’s cousin hidden in his attic – but this too is a complicated situation, and not what it seems.
” ‘One could simply accept the worst, in the silence. Or one could hope for the best, but resist responsibility. And in between…’ Now he shrugs and looks at me. ‘There, I think, is the hardest choice, perhaps.’ “
It is years later that these tangled threads come back together in Vienna, as first Josef, and later his surviving family, makes their way back to Vienna, to face what has happened in their absence. Friedrich is guilty as a Party member, and now it is Josef’s word that keeps him safe, absolves him of his crimes. But Josef is not yet fully aware of everything that has happened.
And the truth of what happened during the war is not something Friedrich can live with, not without confessing all to Josef first. And while Josef may not know what has happened, he knows it was terrible, and knows he himself bears some responsibility, and is not sure he wants to confront his friend. Some things cannot be put off forever.
“One doesn’t dare turn around, unless it is to confront it all plainly: What? I might ask. What, after all this? Here I am. Tell me, what?”
The language Natalie writes with is beautiful. I stopped reading several times just to turn over phrases in my mind, savour the way they felt, or the images they invoked. Sometime it were things I’ve felt before but never have seen put into words:
”There are a lot of things I don’t tell my friends, many things beautiful or frightening – these I carry inside, like coins in my pocket that only my own fingertips know.”
If I quoted every part that struck me as lovely or thought provoking, over half the book would be written down.
Josef himself speaks with such a strong voice – not like he is someone I know, but as though he is someone I would recognize on sight, or at his first word, having simply heard him through the pages. Despite trying to slow myself down, I still read it fairly fast. I’ll return to it later, when it’s less fresh in my mind, and go through it slowly, taking in all that I missed earlier.