At the age of 30, Markus Zusak is one of today's most innovative and poetic novelists. With the publication of The Book Thief, he is now being dubbed a 'literary phenomenon' by critics in Australia, the U.S, and around the world. The Book Thief, which has spent more than a year on the New York Times Bestseller list, is the recipient of numerous awards and accolades including a 2007 Printz Honor for excellence in young adult literature and a 2007 Book Sense Book of the Year Award. Zusak is the award-winning author of four previous books for young adults:The Underdog, Fighting Ruben Wolfe, Getting the Girl, and I Am the Messenger, recipient of a 2006 Printz Honor. He lives in Sydney, Australia, with his wife and daughter.
"When I wrote The Book Thief, I thought no-one would read it, but I also knew that this book meant everything to me. I'm honored that it's been chosen and I can't wait to meet people in Loudoun County and enjoy each other's stories."
Markus Zusak
-ON WRITING THE BOOK THIEF
When I was growing up in suburban Sydney, I was told stories of cities on fire and Jews being marched to concentration camps. Both my parents grew up in Europe during World War II, and although they were extremely young at the time, in hindsight, they were able to understand many things. Two stories my mother told me about growing up in Munich always stuck with me. One was about a burning sky when the city was bombed. The other was about a boy being whipped on the street for giving a starving Jewish man a piece of bread. The man sank to his knees and thanked the boy, but the bread was stripped away and both the taker of the bread and the giver were punished. This showed me that there was another side to Nazi Germany, and it was a side I wanted to write about. At first I thought of a biography, but as a writer of fiction, I knew it wouldn't take long for the itch to imagine to climb out of me and into the story. Another problem was that Nazi Germany, Hitler and all associated topics had been written about before, so how could I make my own story original? My first thought was to make it a personal story, about a girl. Then came an idea that I'd had floating in my head for a couple of years about a stealer of books. Soon I realised that words were a good metaphor for Nazi Germany. It was words (and Hitler's ability to use them) that contained the power to murder and ostracise. What I set out to create was a character to juxtapose the way Hitler used words. She would be a stealer of books and a prolific reader. She, too, would occasionally use words to hurt, but she would understand their power to heal and give life through stories. Immediately, I had dark and light. I had the contradictory element of humanity's good and evil, but it still wasn't enough. For more than a year, I tried everything to make the book work, but somehow it never did. I tried first person, third person, second person, shifting points of view, present and past tense, and none of it gave me what I wanted. Then I stumbled upon the idea of Death narrating the story, and it all made sense. Who is constantly hanging around in times of war? Who would have the opportunity to pick up a story penned by a girl in a bombed German city? Death was the right answer, although there were still a few decisions to be made. When I first brought Death into the story, he was sinister. He enjoyed his work a little too much. For months I wrote in this way and again I was falling short in some aspect I couldn't understand. When I took a break from the book, I was sitting down on the back step and it hit me that Death should actually be afraid...of us. The irony of this was exciting, and it made perfect sense. Death is on hand to see the greatest crimes and miseries of human life, and I thought, What if he tells this story as a way of proving to himself that humans are actually worthwhile? At that point, I started writing and I didn't stop. In the end, The Book Thief took me three years to write. If nothing else, I know it's a far different book from anything I've done before, which is what made it so challenging. I was also finally satisfied that there was a good sense of imagination in it. In three years, I must have failed over a thousand times, but each failure brought me closer to what I needed to write, and for that, I'm grateful.
- MARKUS ZUSAK
From The Book Thief…
She tore a page from the book and ripped it in half.
Then a chapter.
Soon, there was nothing but scraps of words littered between her legs and all around her. The words. Why did they have to exist? Without them, there wouldn't be any of this. Without words, the Führer was nothing. There would be no limping prisoners, no need for consolation or wordly tricks to make us feel better.
What good were the words?