The secret diary of a young Jewish woman recounting two years under the Nazi occupation portrays the slow shattering of her life, ending with her deportation on her 24th birthday and death in a concentration camp.
Helene Berr's account of life under occupation was destined for her fiance, Jean Morawiecki, who had left Paris to join the Resistance. She secreted the loose pages with the family cook. The diary was turned over to Morawiecki after her death in April 1945.
The diary - published for the first time this month - describes the small joys, the pervasive angst and the growing horror under the Nazis. But hate is a word that Berr, an advanced student of English at the Sorbonne, seemed not to know.
"There is something in the soul of Helene that is very luminous, despite the darkness ... Never hate but indignation," her niece Mariette Job said in an interview. Job worked for years to obtain the diary and have it published.
The original diary is part of the permanent exhibition of the Memorial of the Shoah, France's Holocaust museum. It was put into book form, complete with photographs and footnotes, and published as "Helene Berr Journal."
The French media are calling Berr "France's Anne Frank." Both died of typhus a month apart at Germany's Bergen-Belsen camp. Still, Job and others point to the differences in age and circumstances between the two. The teenage Anne wrote while in hiding in Amsterdam, while Berr, whose diary begins when she was 21, was able to attend class and move about Paris, despite growing Nazi restrictions.
Still, Berr's diary is "an exceptional case," said Karen Taieb, head of archives at the Holocaust museum. It is the first account of life under the occupation in France by a student, Taieb said.
Berr's diary is set to be published in English and at least a dozen other languages, said Marie Lannurien, head of foreign rights at Tallandier, the French publisher. Requests were coming in from the United States even before the book was released in France on Jan. 3, she said.
"What surprises me is the extreme maturity of her perceptions. She is not at all naive." She "had no illusion about what happens to deportees," Lannurien said.
Berr, who was born into a bourgeois Jewish family and led a life of privilege before the occupation, was a sensitive young woman with a literary bent and a talent for writing. She sprinkles her diaries with English words and makes numerous references to Shakespeare and Keats. Berr even gave her friends the names of heroes in her favorite books. Morawiecki, her fiance, was "Lancelot of the Lake."
When the diary begins, Berr is an idealistic and exuberant student, and Paris is flooded in sunshine.
"From the rue Soufflot to Boulevard Saint-Germain, I am in enchanted territory," she writes, referring to the Latin Quarter where she studied.
However, a dark reality is creeping inexorably into daily life. In an almost matter-of-fact way, on April 11, 1942, Berr writes of the property seizure notice imposed on her father, industrialist Raymond Berr - part of the Nazi process of "economic Aryanization."
When her mother first announced the Nazi ordinance directing Jews to wear a yellow star, Berr had other things on her mind and brushed the news aside. But on June 8, 1942, when she wore the emblem for the first time, she understood the gravity. "I held my head high and looked people so straight in the eyes they turned away. But it's hard."
Throughout the diary, Berr tries to find sense in the terrible duality that was her life: the beauty and purity of nature and the yellow star of "barbarity and evil."
Friends' fathers died, her own father was held at Drancy, the transfer depot for concentration camps, outside Paris, then released.
Berr began caring for young Jewish children, some of whose parents had been deported, and, by November 1943, she writes: "I want to be cradled like a child."
Gradually the Nazi noose tightened around Paris, and Berr and her family scattered at night, sleeping at acquaintances' homes.
She and her parents were arrested March 8, 1944, at their Paris home, on a night when they did not go into hiding. The three, as well as other family members, died in concentration camps.
With the diary, "We have a historic document written as a tragic novel," said Antoine Sabbagh, a historian who pressed Job to publish it.
"The force of this document is that it shows the double aspect of occupied Paris, a life that could be beautiful, with promenades, while just streets away, there was persecution," said Sabbagh. The "lucidity and maturity" are haunting, he said.
Accounts of life at the Drancy camp, which Sabbagh collected in "Lettres de Drancy" (Letters from Drancy), are "full of hope," he said, whereas "Helene Berr knew, said in her journal, that there was a large dark passage awaiting her."
Indeed, Berr's final entry, on Feb. 15, 1944, closes with, "Horror! Horror! Horror!"
Excerpts from "Helene Berr Journal," as translated by The Associated Press:
June 8, 1942: On the first day she was forced to wear the yellow star to distinguish Jews: "My God, I didn't know this would be so hard. I was very brave all day. I held my head high and looked people so straight in the eyes they turned away. But it's hard ... This morning, I went out with Mother. Two kids in the street pointed at us saying 'Hey? You see? Jewish.'"
Oct. 10, 1943: On the reason she recounts her daily life: "I have a duty to accomplish by writing because people must know. Each hour of the day the painful experience is repeated, that of noticing that others don't know, that they don't even imagine the suffering of others and the evil that some inflict on others."
Oct. 30, 1943: On encountering German soldiers in Paris: "Place de la Concorde, I passed so many Germans! with women, and despite my wish for impartiality, despite my ideal ... I was swept by a wave not of hate, because I don't know hate, but of revolt, nausea, disdain. These men, without knowing it, took the joie de vivre from all Europe ... And in this moment of disgust there was no consideration of my special case, I didn't think of persecutions."
Nov. 1, 1943: "I am not afraid of death now because I think that when it is before me I'll no longer think. I will know how to remove from my mind the idea of loss, as I know so well how to forget what I want."
Feb. 15, 1944: "Why ... does the German soldier whom I pass in the street not slap me, not insult me? ... They don't even see the illogical incomprehension there is in holding the Metro door for me and maybe tomorrow deporting me."
The English-language edition of the French book will be translated by David Bellos of Princeton University for Britain's MacLehose Press.
By Elaine Ganley