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All That I Am : Winner of the Miles Franklin Literary Award 2012 - Anna Funder

All That I Am

Winner of the Miles Franklin Literary Award 2012


Published: 21st March 2012
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The gripping first novel by Anna Funder, the acclaimed author of Stasiland, based on a true story. All That I Am is moving and beautifully written, equal parts love story, thriller and testament to individual heroism. It evokes books like Irene Nemirovsky's Suite Francaise, Bernard Schlink's The Reader and William Boyd's Restless - intelligent, powerful novels that appeal to a wide audience.

'When Hitler came to power I was in the bath. The wireless in the living room was turned up loud, but all that drifted down to me were waves of happy cheering, like a football match. It was Monday afternoon . . . '

Ruth Becker, defiant and cantankerous, is living out her days in the eastern suburbs of Sydney. She has made an uneasy peace with the ghosts of her past – and a part of history that has been all but forgotten.

Another lifetime away, it's 1939 and the world is going to war. Ernst Toller, self-doubting revolutionary and poet, sits in a New York hotel room settling up the account of his life.

When Toller's story arrives on Ruth's doorstep their shared past slips under her defences, and she's right back among them – those friends who predicted the brutality of the Nazis and gave everything they had to stop them. Those who were tested – and in some cases found wanting – in the face of hatred, of art, of love, and of history.

Based on real people and events, All That I Am is a masterful and exhilarating exploration of bravery and betrayal, of the risks and sacrifices some people make for their beliefs, and of heroism hidden in the most unexpected places. Anna Funder confirms her place as one of our finest writers with this gripping, compassionate, inspiring first novel.

About the Author

Anna Funder is the acclaimed author of Stasiland, which won the 2004 Samuel Johnson Prize and was published in 20 countries and translated into 16 languages. She is the recipient of numerous awards, and a former DAAD and Rockefeller Foundation Fellow. Anna Funder grew up in Melbourne and Paris and lives in Sydney with her husband and family.


superb thriller on love loss and betrayal


covering 70 odd years from Hitler's Germany to Sydney Australia, this gripping intelligent beautifully written story is about love and betrayal with a narrative of some complexity. full of strong characters and historical events. dangerous, provocative and imaginative and always humane.

tweed valley nsw australia

One of the best books I have ever read.


This book was so gripping - wonderful in depth characters and a beautiful story. After i finished the book I wanted to get in touch with the author to tell her how much this book moved me. One of the best books I've ever read.

Gold Coast, Aust


Sensitive and informative


Chose it on the basis of its awards which were fully deserved.

Sydney Australia


Wonderful book


Story set in Germany and England circa 1930-1940s. Based on facts and provided me with previosly unknown info about Germany and opponents of the government.



Unbelievable Reading


This would have to be one of the most moving experiences I have had with a book. To think that what is noted in this book actually occurred makes you shudder with rage and disbelief. The relationships between the characters is beautiful and at times crushing.

Frankston South




After reading Stasiland I was looking out for Anna Funder's name. This time she has ventured into fiction. The question then was: Could there be any more to say about life for European Jews in the 1930s? The answer is a resounding 'yes'. An intimate look at a variety of human responses, this tale is not one of heroes and victims. It examines the ordinariness of human responses and the bonds of trust needed to survive adversity.

Albury, Australia


An excellent book, well worth reading!!


The plot and the story are BRILLIANT and Anna Funder is a great writer!!

Sydney, AU


Well Written


Well written and engaging. The author paints a picture of the times leading up to Hitler and aftermath. Would bring back memories for those who lived through WW2 and would be useful to the generations that followed as it gives a perspective of a world situation that we all hope will never occur again.

Devonport, TAS


Brilliant.Superb style of writing.


Learnt a part of History I had never heard of before concerning this heroic woman.

Rockhampton, Qld




There was so much hype about this book that I was expecting something special. I found it hard to 'get into' and hard to follow. I didn't engage with the characters - so it was a very disappointing purchase. I would not recommend it to friends.

Central Coast


All That I Am

4.0 13


When Hitler came to power I was in the bath. Our apartment was on the Schiffbauerdamm near the river, right in the middle of Berlin. From its windows we could see the dome of the parliament building. The wireless in the living room was turned up loud so Hans could hear it in the kitchen, but all that drifted down to me were waves of happy cheering, like a football match. It was Monday afternoon.

Hans was juicing limes and making sugar syrup with the dedicated attention of a chemist, trying not to burn it to caramel. He'd bought a special Latin American cocktail pestle that morning from the KaDeWe department store. The shopgirl had lips pencilled into a purple bow. I'd laughed at us, embarrassed at buying such frippery, this wooden shaft with its rounded head that probably cost what the girl earnt in a day.

'It's crazy,' I said, 'to have an implement solely for mojitos!'

Hans put his arm around my shoulders and kissed me on the forehead. 'It's not crazy.' He winked at the girl, who was folding the thing carefully into gold tissue, listening close. 'It's called ci-vi-li-sation.'

For an instant I saw him through her eyes: a magnificent man with hair slicked back off his forehead, Prussian-blue eyes and the straightest of straight noses. A man who had probably fought in the trenches for his country and who deserved, now, any small luxuries life might offer. The girl was breathing through her mouth. Such a man could make your life beautiful in every detail, right down to a Latin American lime pestle.

We'd gone to bed that afternoon and were getting up for the night when the broadcast began. Between the cheers, I could hear Hans pounding the lime skins, a rhythm like the beat of his blood. My body floated, loose from spent pleasure.

He appeared at the bathroom door, a lock of hair in his face and his hands wet by his sides. 'Hindenburg's done it. They've got a coalition together and sworn him in over the lot of them. Hitler's Chancellor!' He dashed back down the corridor to hear more.

It seemed so improbable. I grabbed my robe and trailed water into the living room. The announcer's voice teetered with excitement. 'We're told the new Chancellor will be making an appearance this very afternoon, that he is inside the building as we speak! The crowd is waiting. It is beginning to snow lightly, but people here show no signs of leaving . . .' I could hear the pulse of the chanting on the streets outside our building and the words of it from the wireless behind me. 'We – want – the Chancellor! We – want – the Chancellor!' The announcer went on: '. . . the door on the balcony is opening – no – it's only an attendant – but yes! He's bringing a microphone to the railing . . . just listen to that crowd . . .'

I moved to the windows. The whole south side of the apartment was a curved wall of double casements facing in the direction of the river. I opened a set of windows. Air rushed in – sharp with cold and full of roaring. I looked at the dome of the Reichstag. The din was coming from the Chancellery, behind it.

'Ruth?' Hans said from the middle of the room. 'It is snowing.'

'I want to hear this for myself.'

He moved in behind me and I drew his hands, clammy and acidic, across my stomach. An advance party of snowflakes whirled in front of us, revealing unseen eddies in the air. Searchlights stroked the underbelly of clouds. Footsteps, below us. Four men were racing down our street, holding high their torches and trailing fire. I smelt kerosene.

'We – want – the Chancellor!' The mass out there, chanting to be saved. Behind us on the sideboard the response echoed from the box, tinny and tamed and on a three-second delay.

Then a huge cheer. It was the voice of their leader, bellowing. 'The task which faces us. Is the hardest which has fallen. To German statesmen within the memory of man. Every class and every individual must help us. To form. The new Reich. Germany must not, Germany will not, go under in the chaos of communism.'

'No,' I said, my cheek to Hans's shoulder. 'We'll go under with a healthy folk mentality and in an orderly manner instead.'

'We won't go under, Ruthie,' he said in my ear. 'Hitler won't be able to do a thing. The nationalists and the cabinet will keep a tight rein. They just want him as a figurehead.'

Young men were pooling in the streets below, many of them uniformed: brown for the party's own troops, the SA, black for Hitler's personal guard, the SS. Others were lay enthusiasts, in street clothes with black armbands. A couple of boys had homemade ones, with the swastika back to front. They were carrying flags, singing, 'Deutschland, Deutschland über alles'. I heard the cry, 'The Republic is shit,' and made out from its intonation the old schoolyard taunt – 'Rip the Jew's skirt in two/the skirt is ripped/the Jew did a shit.' Kerosene fumes buckled the air. Across the street they were setting up a stand where the young men could exchange their guttering torches for new-lit ones.

Hans returned to the kitchen, but I couldn't tear myself away.

After half an hour I saw the wonky homemade armbands back at the stand.

'They're sending them around in circles!' I cried. 'To make their number look bigger.'

'Come inside,' Hans called over his shoulder from the kitchen.

'Can you believe that?'

'Honestly, Ruthie.' He leant on the doorjamb, smiling. 'An audience only encourages them.'

'In a minute.' I went to the closet in the hall, which I'd converted into a darkroom. It still had some brooms and other long things – skis, a university banner – in one corner. I took out the red flag of the left movement and walked back.

'You're not serious?' Hans put his hands to his face in mock horror as I unfurled it.

I hung it out the window. It was only a small one.

ISBN: 9780143567516
ISBN-10: 0143567519
Audience: General
Format: Paperback
Language: English
Number Of Pages: 384
Published: 21st March 2012
Publisher: Penguin Books Australia
Country of Publication: AU
Dimensions (cm): 19.8 x 13.1  x 2.8
Weight (kg): 0.35
Edition Number: 1