"From the moment you are born, you start to die."
So says Pierre Anthon when he decides that there is no meaning to life, leaves the classroom, climbs a plum tree, and stays there. His friends and classmates cannot get him to come down, not even by pelting him with rocks. So to prove to him that there is a meaning to life, they set out to build a heap of meaning in an abandoned sawmill.
But it soon becomes obvious that each person cannot give up what is most meaningful, so they begin to decide for one another what the others must give up. The pile is started with a lifetime’s collection of Dungeons & Dragons books, a fishing rod, a pair of green sandals, a pet hamster – but then, as each demand becomes more extreme, things start taking a very morbid twist, and the kids become ever more desperate to get Pierre Anthon down. And what if, after all these sacrifices, the pile is not meaningful enough?
Books are like meals for me; some are light and tasty, but eventually I hunger for something more substantial. Others are "stick-to-your-ribs;" you feel satisfied afterward, and you remember it for a long time. Janne Teller’s Nothing is a full meal deal. I have not been able to stop talking about it since I read it (twice) before writing this review. Nothing is ready-made for book club or classroom discussions, and it’s guaranteed to provide (forgive me) food for thought long after you have finished reading.
The story centres on a group of 13 and 14 year old classmates struggling with what to do when one of them, Pierre, suddenly declares that "life is meaningless," and promptly climbs a plum tree. From there, he spends his days mocking his friends for their insistence on participating in the world in the face of its meaninglessness, and their inevitable demise. His stance, at first, seems nihilistic. However, a nihilist does not withdraw from the world and shout his beliefs from the treetops, nor does he care whether or not he can convert others to his philosophy. Pierre’s acts belie nihilistic intent, and show that he does care. When he petulantly throws plums at the children and claims that they’re hitting their marks by chance (because aiming "wasn’t worth it"), it seems disingenuous. When he tells Agnes, the narrator, that she will discover her life to be meaningless when she is an adult because, "you’ll find out you’re a clown in a trivial circus," it comes across as a lament. Pierre wants the world to be different than what he perceives. Unlike a traditional nihilist, he is not bent on self-destruction, or outward violence toward those who disagree with him. He wants to find meaning and value, but he doesn’t quite believe it to be possible.
Nevertheless, Pierre’s friends find his actions very disturbing, not least because they secretly fear that he might be right. Desperate and frustrated, the children hit upon the idea of building a collection of objects that are personally meaningful to each of them, in the hope that Pierre will look at it and realize that there is meaning, and come back into their world. At this point, the story takes a critical turn, going from fanciful fable to dark realism. Shortly into the project, the children recognize that none of them has the fortitude to truthfully name and give up, perhaps permanently, their most beloved possession. So a fateful decision is made: each child will choose the item that another child must give up, and there can be no arguments, no deals. As each child tearfully parts with something he or she prizes, resentment and anger begin to build, with no outlet except the power to take it out on the next one in line.
The children’s heap of meaning may be the most important "character" in the book, made up as it is of the things that give value to their world. It is so unique that when news about it is released to the media, it gains status as a work of art. The implications of this new "aesthetic" value for the heap’s meaning, or lack thereof, can make for some wonderful discussion, especially in light of Pierre’s angry comment that, "If that pile of garbage meant anything at all, it stopped the day you sold it for money."
Nothing delves deep into philosophical territory in a way that few modern fiction novels (especially YA novels) do. Within this tale we find themes of nihilism and existentialism, materialism, and fear of nonconformity. Teller makes us think about how we are able to face the reality of death, and still manage to find meaning in life (whether one is religious or not). Most importantly, the novel asks: what creates "meaning?" I’ll warn you that it doesn’t answer all of these questions, but this is a good thing for thoughtful readers. I wish that I could say so much more about this novel. It is a simple tale on the surface, but one with many extraordinary layers.
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