'I apologise if this Story sounds like a Children’s Adventure. I have no other words.' Thus begins Adelheid Brunner, the teenage narrator of Alice Jolly’s playful yet deeply respectful The Matchbox Girl, who continues with an unnerving clarification: 'Please understand, I write for You now from my Posthumous Life' ... The story concerns her time as a patient, and sometime assistant, on the (real-life) Curative Education Ward of the Vienna Children’s Hospital, then under the auspices of Hans Asperger (of Asperger’s syndrome), in the run-up to and during the Second World War ... The slippery narrative perspective, openly playing with fact and fiction, does much to underscore the futility of retrospective judgement ('the benefit of hindsight') ... What, then, do we learn about Asperger and the goings-on at the increasingly Nazified hospital? The novel channels his tolerant approach to his patients ... Alice Jolly’s Asperger remains a likeable, vaguely comic background figure who, by the end, is as unknown to us as he was at the start. For all the appeal of Adelheid herself, and the credible reimagining of a complicated corner of history, this feels like a missed opportunity.
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