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A novel setting

The other life of the only British territory occupied by the Germans in WWII

By Linda Matchan
Globe Staff / November 8, 2009

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ST. PETER PORT, Guernsey - When you put your mind to it, there are plenty of ways to use a bunker on your property.

Extra storage. Wine cellars. Recording studios. These are some of the creative solutions devised by the resilient residents of Guernsey, a small, scenic island in the far reaches of the English Channel that found itself in Hitler’s crosshairs in World War II. Guernsey was occupied by some 15,000 German troops between 1940 and 1945, and fortified so ferociously it was virtually impregnable. “You can’t go more than 3 miles without seeing a bunker,’’ said John O’Neill, a Guernsey photojournalist.

But the Germans left in a hurry when the war ended, abandoning their estimated 700 bunkers and everything in them. Since they’re probably there for eternity, the people of Guernsey have made the best of them. O’Neill’s rock band used to rehearse in one. Others have used them to grow mushrooms and store fish. “We’ve seen people use them for billiards,’’ said Molly Bihet, author of several books on Guernsey’s wartime history. “They’re solid and they’re warm because they’re well insulated.’’

Until recently, the occupation has been a little-known footnote to World War ll history. The harbor was bombed in 1940, killing 41 civilians. Half the population and most of the schoolchildren were evacuated, and all residents not born on the island were deported and interned in camps. Thousands of slave workers from German occupied territories were shipped to the island, starved, and worked - in many cases - to death.

But in the last year the island (population about 65,000) has been thrust from near-obscurity into the international limelight with the surprise success of an American book, “The Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society’’ (The Dial Press/Random House), by first-time novelist Mary Ann Shaffer and Annie Barrows. It was named one of the best books of 2008 by Time, The Washington Post, and other publications; the paperback has more than a million copies in print.

Written as a series of letters exchanged after the war, the novel tells intertwining stories of romance and the occupation. Because a subplot revolves around the eccentric members of the literary society, it’s been a particular hit among book groups; nearly 57,000 of them from the United States entered a contest sponsored by the publisher to win a trip to Guernsey.

Yet here on the island, most people have barely taken notice. Not all the bookstores carry it. There’s not a single potato peel pie souvenir to be found, not a slice of potato peel pie available in a restaurant. The book has barely made a dent in tourism: “Independent and group travelers have ventured to the island in search of potato peel heritage this year, but in the 100s rather than the 1000s,’’ e-mailed Jason Moriarty, marketing manager for Guernsey’s commerce division. But he’s optimistic it will improve, and at least two local tour guides are working up Potato Peel Pie tours including locations described in the book.

But Guernsey folks are a self-contained, hunker-down sort, accustomed to and not offended by being overlooked, most famously by Winston Churchill, who as wartime prime minister decided the Channel Islands were of no strategic importance and thus would not be defended. The fact that the book inspired this reporter to cross the ocean and see it for myself struck people here as so remarkable that my visit was covered by the local newspaper.

What seems remarkable is that more tourists don’t visit, given the extraordinary wealth of World War II history; the ease of getting here (an easy 45-minute flight from London); and the island’s beauty and unrivaled quirkiness. At various times, Guernsey has been under the sovereignty of both France (30 miles east) and Britain (125 miles north), and the French influence is still evident in much of the signage and in a local patois, Guernésiais, or Guernsey Norman French. It is a crown dependency of the United Kingdom, but self-governing; its ruling body has the delicious name of the States of Deliberation. It has its own Guernsey bank notes, which you do not want to be left with when you leave.

But for me, the German influence was the big story. Here, gun emplacements, bunkers, and batteries are as much a part of the landscape as the Guernsey cows. The grand Fort Hommet was built in the Victorian era to defend against the French, but the Germans cashed in on it and added on. (It’s a hodgepodge, architecturally, but an impressive testament to their hubris.)

The German Military Underground Hospital is a grim concrete maze of tunnels built under a low hill in the Guernsey countryside. It was originally built to shelter German forces, but later briefly became a wartime hospital and ammunition dump. It took hundreds of so-called Todt slave workers from all over Europe more than three years to excavate it out of solid rock. Many on the island still recall the Todt workers scrounging for food, their feet wrapped in rags.

“We live with the war; we really can’t escape from what happened,’’ said Richard Heaume, a Guernseyman who in 1966 opened the German Occupation Museum, an outgrowth of his childhood hobby of collecting German bullets on his family farm. He went on to collect weapons, uniforms, gun batteries, mine-detecting equipment, band instruments (among the thousands of troops was a military band), and other relics of the occupation. The museum also owns and has restored two fortification sites: a casemate gun and a naval observation tower.

In most other ways, though, the island is much as the book described it, rural and bucolic, with a morning mist rolling over the pasture land. Horses share the narrow roads with cars, bicycles, and buses. Here and there, you’ll find bouquets of flowers in wooden shadow box-like crates placed along country roads; deposit money in a can and help yourself. The harbor town of St. Peter Port rises from the sea on a series of terraces, “with a church on the top like a cake decoration,’’ the novel observes. On a clear day, you can see Normandy.

Everywhere are scattered treasures: dramatic cliff walks; the 13th-century Castle Cornet, standing guard over the harbor; the grand Sausmarez Manor, which tour guide Annette Henry is convinced is the inspiration for Lord Tobias Penn-Piers’s manor house in the novel. There are visual treasures such as The Little Chapel, barely big enough to hold two adults, based on the Grotto at Lourdes and covered completely in shards of Wedgwood china.

Though it barely figured into the novel, I was - to use a term in favor here - gobsmacked by one attraction: Victor Hugo’s home, Hauteville House. Another obscure fact about Guernsey is that Hugo, who called Louis Napoleon a traitor, was exiled here for 15 years, from 1856 to 1870. The average person might not know about the house, since it’s owned by the City of Paris. (You go to the Paris website to learn more about it, a circuitous route if ever there was one.)

Hugo was also an artist - both a painter and a remarkable designer. Every room is like a dramatic theater set, rich with luxurious tapestries, secret doors, symbolic engravings, and political messages such as “Exilium Vita Est’’ (“Life Is Exile’’) etched into the woodwork. Some of his paintings hang on the wall. His son Charles described the house as a “veritable three-story autograph, a poem in several rooms.’’

Hugo wrote standing up in a glassed-in attic chamber overlooking the harbor, castle, and sea, and facing his homeland; he finished “Les Misérables’’ here. The house is an attraction not to be missed.

The night before I left London, I had a chat with a Londoner about Guernsey. He thought it was odd, in the extreme, that I was going there: “We pretty much just ignore it,’’ he said. “Why would you want to go there?’’

I didn’t have an answer then, but now I do. It’s beautiful, of course, and relaxing. It offers a fresh perspective on a much-examined period of history, and how often does that happen when you visit Europe?

Indeed, I came away inspired. Should I ever stumble across a bunker in the course of daily life, I have all sorts of ideas about what to do with it.

Linda Matchan can be reached at l_matchan@globe.com.

If You Go

What to do

Potato Peel Pie Tours

www.annettehenrytours.gg

Guided tours of places mentioned in the book. Prices vary.

German Occupation Museum
Behind Forest Church

011-44-1481-238205

Adults $6.50, children $3.25.

Hauteville House

Victor Hugo’s exile home

38 Hauteville, St. Peter Port

011-44-1481-721911

www.musee-hugo.paris.fr

April-October. Adults $9.75.

Where to stay

Fermain Valley Hotel

Fermain Lane, St. Peter Port

011-44-1481-235-666

www.fermainvalley.com

Sea view, close to town. Rooms $187-$284, with breakfast.

The Farmhouse

Route des Bas Courtils<

St. Saviours

011-44-1481-264181

www.thefarmhouse.gg

Boutique hotel on a farm. Rooms $244-$340, with breakfast.

(I paid approximately $700 per person for four nights at the Farmhouse, airfare to and from London, and transportation to and from Guernsey’s airport through Premier Holidays, www.premier.co.uk, 011-44-1534-499322.)

Where to eat

Christie’s

Warrick House, Le Pollet

St. Peter Port

011-44-1481-726624

Bistro food, vegetarian menu. Entrees $13-$48.

Dix-Neuf Brasserie and Bar

19 Commercial Arcade

St. Peter Port

011-44-1481-723455

www.dixneuf.gg

Sandwiches, salads, crepes, puddings, sausages. Main dishes $16-$19.