But then it turned out
that nothing described in the book about that little Jewish boy had ever
happened. The author was not even Jewish, and his real name was ‘Bruno Grosjean’,
not the obviously Jewish ‘Binjamin Wilkomirski’. Grosjean was a Swiss who had
been born to an unmarried woman and later adopted by a childless couple, and who
grew up to be a professional (but not outstanding) clarinetist. He was born in
1941, the year one of the concentration camps in which the story happened began
to operate, and he had never left Switzerland before adulthood. The ‘memoir’
was based on history books, magazines, and novels Grosjean had read, as well as
films he had seen. His account was first questioned by a Swiss journalist named
Daniel Ganzfrield, whose arguments against the authenticity of it were,
however, considered by some to be inconclusive. The Swiss historian Stefan
Maechler was later commissioned by Wilkomirski/Grosjean’s literacy agency to
investigate the matter, and Maechler proved in great detail that many of the
things described in Grosjean’s book contradicted historical facts.
Graosjean’s book was not
the first autobiography of an alleged Holocaust survivor that turned out to be a fraud,
nor was it the last. What makes Grosjean’s case more interesting and relevant
to our discussion is that Grosjean might actually believe, or at least believe
that he believed, the story he told in his book. Grosjean certainly knew that
he grew up in Switzerland, but he also knew that he was an adopted child. If he
did not remember much the first few years of his life, it was not impossible
for him to believe that he was a traumatized child rescued from the war and
exchanged for a child named ‘Bruno Grosjean’. As social psychologists Carol
Tavris and Elliot Aronson understand the Wilkomirski/Grosjean case, “Grosjean
spent more than twenty years transforming himself into Wilkomirski; writing Fragments was the last step of his
metamorphosis into a new identity, not the first step of a calculated lie”
(Tavris & Elliot, Mistakes Were Made (But Not by Me), p.84).
Let us assume that Tavris’s
and Aronson’s understanding of the Wilkomirski/Grosjean case is correct. What Tavris
and Aronson say next relates the case to the problem about meaningfulness: “Wilkomirski’s
new identity as a survivor of the
Holocaust gave him a powerful sense of meaning
and purpose, along with the adoration and support of countless others”. Grosjean’s
book was, according to Tavris and Aronson, a result of “a quest for meaning in
his life” (ibid., italics added). They presumably do not have a fully developed theory of a
meaningful life like mine when they relate the meaningfulness of Grosjean’s
life to his identity, but their description of the case fits quite well the
account of a meaningful life I have suggested: Grosjean’s sense of
meaningfulness came from his newly found identity, which was valued not only by
himself but also by others; and it was this newly found identity that allowed
him to evaluate his life positively, that gave him directions for how he should
live his life, that he could see as the reason for his existence, and that he
happily believed to be who he really was.
What exactly was
Grosjean’s newly found identity which he thought made his life meaningful? It
may appear that the answer is straightforward: it was his identity as a Holocaust
survivor, or more precisely, his identity as a Jewish boy who suffered from his
experiences in Nazi concentration camps and survived. But suffering in itself
does not give meaning to a life. We would not say that the lives of all the
Jews who were tortured and murdered in concentration camps were meaningful
lives simply by virtue of their suffering, nor would we say that at least the
lives of those who survived were meaningful simply by virtue of their suffering
and their survival. What Grosjean
thought made his life meaningful was his identity as the young Holocaust
survivor who lived to tell his story, which inspired and moved a lot of people.
According to Maechler, Grosjean “truly blossomed in his role as a concentration-camp
victim, for it was in it that he finally found himself”, but what we should note
is that “[v]ideotapes and eyewitness reports of Wilkomirski’s presentations give the impression of a
man made euphoric by his own narrative”
(Maechler, The Wilkomirski Affair: A Study in
Biographical Ttruth, p.273, note 14, italics
added). It was not being the sufferer, not being the sufferer-survivor, but
being the sufferer-survivor-reporter,
that counted for the meaningfulness of Wilkomirski’s life.*
* If
you are inclined to disagree, just imagine that Anne Frank survived but had not
written her wartime diary, or that she had written the diary but neither she
nor the diary survived. Would Frank’s life have been as meaningful as it
actually was?