When I Was Five I Killed Myself

Burton Rembrandt has the sort of perspective on life that is almost impossible for adults to understand: the perspective of an 8-year-old. And to Burt, his parents and teachers seem to be speaking a language he cannot understand. This is Burt’’s story as written in pencil on the walls of Quiet Room in the Children’’s Trust Residence Center, where he lands after expressing his ardent feelings for a classmate. It begins:
When I was five I killed myself….
In this rediscovered modern classic from “one of France’’s best-loved temporary writers” (Time), Howard Buten renders with astounding insight and wry language the tale of a troubled – or perhaps just perfectly normal – young boy testing the boundaries of love and life.