The Giver Lois Lowry Houghton Mifflin Company Boston For all the children The Giver To whom we entrust the future 1 It was almost December, and Jonas was beginning to be frightened. No. Wrong word, Jonas thought. Frightened meant that deep, sickening feeling of something terrible about to happen. Frightened was the way he had felt a year ago when an unidentified aircraft had overflown the community twice. He had seen it both times. Squinting toward the sky, he had seen the sleek jet, almost a blur at its high speed, go past, and a second later heard the blast of sound that followed. Then one more time, a moment later, from the opposite direction, the same plane. At first, he had been only fascinated. He had never seen aircraft so close, for it was against the rules for Pilots to fly over the community. Occasionally, when supplies were de- livered by cargo planes to the landing field across the river, the children rode their bicycles to the riverbank and watched, intrigued, the unloading and then the takeoff directed to the west, always away from the community. But the aircraft a year ago had been different. It was not a squat, fat-bellied cargo plane but a needle-nosed single-pilot jet. Jonas, looking around anxiously, had seen others — adults as well as children — stop what they were doing and wait, confused, for an explanation of the frightening event. 1 Then all of the citizens had been ordered to go into the Even the children were scolded if they used the term nearest building and stay there. IMMEDIATELY, the rasping lightly at play, jeering at a teammate who missed a catch or voice through the speakers had said. LEAVE YOUR BICY- stumbled in a race. Jonas had done it once, had shouted at his best friend, “That’s it, Asher! You’re released!” when CLES WHERE THEY ARE. Instantly, obediently, Jonas had dropped his bike on its Asher’s clumsy error had lost a match for his team. He had side on the path behind his family’s dwelling. He had run been taken aside for a brief and serious talk by the coach, indoors and stayed there, alone. His parents were both at had hung his head with guilt and embarrassment, and work, and his little sister, Lily, was at the Childcare Center apologized to Asher after the game. where she spent her after-school hours. Now, thinking about the feeling of fear as he pedaled Looking through the front window, he had seen no home along the river path, he remembered that moment of people: none of the busy afternoon crew of Street Cleaners, palpable, stomach-sinking terror when the aircraft had Landscape Workers, and Food Delivery people who usually streaked above. It was not what he was feeling now with populated the community at that time of day. He saw only December approaching. He searched for the right word to the abandoned bikes here and there on their sides; an describe his own feeling. upturned wheel on one was still revolving slowly. Jonas was careful about language. Not like his friend, He had been frightened then. The sense of his own Asher, who talked too fast and mixed things up, scrambling community silent, waiting, had made his stomach churn. He words and phrases until they were barely recognizable and had trembled. often very funny. But it had been nothing. Within minutes the speakers had Jonas grinned, remembering the morning that Asher had crackled again, and the voice, reassuring now and less dashed into the classroom, late as usual, arriving urgent, had explained that a Pilot-in-Training had misread breathlessly in the middle of the chanting of the morning his navigational instructions and made a wrong turn. Des- anthem. When the class took their seats at the conclusion of perately the Pilot had been trying to make his way back the patriotic hymn, Asher remained standing to make his before his error was noticed. public apology as was required. NEEDLESS TO SAY, HE WILL BE RELEASED, the voice “I apologize for inconveniencing my learning commu- had said, followed by silence. There was an ironic tone to nity.” Asher ran through the standard apology phrase rap- that final message, as if the Speaker found it amusing; and idly, still catching his breath. The Instructor and class Jonas had smiled a little, though he knew what a grim waited patiently for his explanation. The students had all statement it had been. For a contributing citizen to be re- been grinning, because they had listened to Asher’s expla- leased from the community was a final decision, a terrible nations so many times before. punishment, an overwhelming statement of failure. “I left home at the correct time but when I was riding 2 3 along near the hatchery, the crew was separating some Sometimes Jonas and his sister, Lily, argued over turns, salmon. I guess I just got distraught, watching them. over who would get to go first. Their parents, of course, “I apologize to my classmates,” Asher concluded. He were part of the ritual; they, too, told their feelings each smoothed his rumpled tunic and sat down. evening. But like all parents — all adults — they didn’t “We accept your apology, Asher.” The class recited the fight and wheedle for their turn. standard response in unison. Many of the students were Nor did Jonas, tonight. His feelings were too compli- biting their lips to keep from laughing. cated this evening. He wanted to share them, but he wasn’t “I accept your apology, Asher,” the Instructor said. He eager to begin the process of sifting through his own was smiling. “And I thank you, because once again you complicated emotions, even with the help that he knew his have provided an opportunity for a lesson in language. parents could give. ‘Distraught’ is too strong an adjective to describe salmon- “You go, Lily,” he said, seeing his sister, who was much viewing.” He turned and wrote “distraught” on the in- younger — only a Seven — wiggling with impatience in structional board. Beside it he wrote “distracted.” her chair. Jonas, nearing his home now, smiled at the recollection. “I felt very angry this afternoon,” Lily announced. “My Thinking, still, as he wheeled his bike into its narrow port Childcare group was at the play area, and we had a visiting beside the door, he realized that frightened was the wrong group of Sevens, and they didn’t obey the rules at all. One word to describe his feelings, now that December was al- of them — a male; I don’t know his name — kept going most here. It was too strong an adjective. right to the front of the line for the slide, even though the He had waited a long time for this special December. rest of us were all waiting. I felt so angry at him. I made my Now that it was almost upon him, he wasn’t frightened, but hand into a fist, like this.” She held up a clenched fist and he was . . . eager, he decided. He was eager for it to come. the rest of the family smiled at her small defiant gesture. And he was excited, certainly. All of the Elevens were “Why do you think the visitors didn’t obey the rules?” excited about the event that would be coming so soon. Mother asked. But there was a little shudder of nervousness when he Lily considered, and shook her head. “I don’t know. thought about it, about what might happen. They acted like . . . like ...” Apprehensive, Jonas decided. That’s what I am. “Animals?” Jonas suggested. He laughed. “That’s right,” Lily said, laughing too. “Like animals.” “Who wants to be the first tonight, for feelings?” Jonas’s Neither child knew what the word meant, exactly, but it father asked, at the conclusion of their evening meal. was often used to describe someone uneducated or clumsy, It was one of the rituals, the evening telling of feelings. someone who didn’t fit in. 4 5 “Where were the visitors from?” Father asked. Jonas smiled back at his sister. Lily’s feelings were Lily frowned, trying to remember. “Our leader told us, always straightforward, fairly simple, usually easy to re- when he made the welcome speech, but I can’t remember. solve. He guessed that his own had been, too, when he was I guess I wasn’t paying attention. It was from another a Seven. community. They had to leave very early, and they had He listened politely, though not very attentively, while their midday meal on the bus.” his father took his turn, describing a feeling of worry that Mother nodded. “Do you think it’s possible that their he’d had that day at work: a concern about one of the rules may be different? And so they simply didn’t know newchildren who wasn’t doing well. Jonas’s father’s title what your play area rules were?” was Nurturer. He and the other Nurturers were responsible Lily shrugged, and nodded. “I suppose.” for all the physical and emotional needs of every new-child “You’ve visited other communities, haven’t you?” Jonas during its earliest life. It was a very important job, Jonas asked. “My group has, often.” knew, but it wasn’t one that interested him much. Lily nodded again. “When we were Sixes, we went and “What gender is it?” Lily asked. shared a whole school day with a group of Sixes in their “Male,” Father said. “He’s a sweet little male with a community.” lovely disposition. But he isn’t growing as fast as he “How did you feel when you were there?” should, and he doesn’t sleep soundly. We have him in the Lily frowned. “I felt strange. Because their methods extra care section for supplementary nurturing, but the were different. They were learning usages that my group committee’s beginning to talk about releasing him.” hadn’t learned yet, so we felt stupid.” “Oh, no,” Mother murmured sympathetically. “I know Father was listening with interest. “I’m thinking, Lily,” how sad that must make you feel.” he said, “about the boy who didn’t obey the rules today. Jonas and Lily both nodded sympathetically as well. Do you think it’s possible that he felt strange and stupid, Release of newchildren was always sad, because they being in a new place with rules that he didn’t know hadn’t had a chance to enjoy life within the community yet. about?” And they hadn’t done anything wrong. Lily pondered that. “Yes,” she said, finally. There were only two occasions of release which were not “I feel a little sorry for him,” Jonas said, “even though I punishment. Release of the elderly, which was a time of don’t even know him. I feel sorry for anyone who is in a celebration for a life well and fully lived; and release of a place where he feels strange and stupid.” newchild, which always brought a sense of what-could-we- “How do you feel now, Lily?” Father asked. “Still have-done. This was especially troubling for the Nurturers, angry?” like Father, who felt they had failed somehow. But it “I guess not,” Lily decided. “I guess I feel a little sorry happened very rarely. for him. And sorry I made a fist.” She grinned. “Well,” Father said, “I’m going to keep trying. I may 6 7 ask the committee for permission to bring him here at night, guilt, that she hadn’t made a difference in his life. if you don’t mind. You know what the night-crew Nurturers “I feel frightened, too, for him,” she confessed. “You are like. I think this little guy needs something extra.” know that there’s no third chance. The rules say that if “Of course,” Mother said, and Jonas and Lily nodded. there’s a third transgression, he simply has to be released.” They had heard Father complain about the night crew be- Jonas shivered. He knew it happened. There was even a boy fore. It was a lesser job, night-crew nurturing, assigned to in his group of Elevens whose father had been released years those who lacked the interest or skills or insight for the before. No one ever mentioned it; the disgrace was more vital jobs of the daytime hours. Most of the people on unspeakable. It was hard to imagine. the night crew had not even been given spouses because Lily stood up and went to her mother. She stroked her they lacked, somehow, the essential capacity to connect to mother’s arm. others, which was required for the creation of a family unit. From his place at the table, Father reached over and took “Maybe we could even keep him,” Lily suggested her hand. Jonas reached for the other. sweetly, trying to look innocent. The look was fake, Jonas One by one, they comforted her. Soon she smiled, knew; they all knew. thanked them, and murmured that she felt soothed. “Lily,” Mother reminded her, smiling, “you know the The ritual continued. “Jonas?” Father asked. “You’re rules.” last, tonight.” Two children — one male, one female — to each family Jonas sighed. This evening he almost would have pre- unit. It was written very clearly in the rules. ferred to keep his feelings hidden. But it was, of course, Lily giggled. “Well,” she said, “I thought maybe just this against the rules. once.” “I’m feeling apprehensive,” he confessed, glad that the appropriate descriptive word had finally come to him. Next, Mother, who held a prominent position at the De- “Why is that, son?” His father looked concerned. partment of Justice, talked about her feelings. Today a re- “I know there’s really nothing to worry about,” Jonas peat offender had been brought before her, someone who explained, “and that every adult has been through it. I know had broken the rules before. Someone who she hoped had you have, Father, and you too, Mother. But it’s the been adequately and fairly punished, and who had been Ceremony that I’m apprehensive about. It’s almost De- restored to his place: to his job, his home, his family unit. cember.” To see him brought before her a second time caused her Lily looked up, her eyes wide. “The Ceremony of overwhelming feelings of frustration and anger. And even Twelve,” she whispered in an awed voice. Even the small- est children — Lily’s age and younger — knew that it lay in the future for each of them. 8 9 “I’m glad you told us of your feelings,” Father said. “Lily,” Mother said, beckoning to the little girl, “Go on now and get into your nightclothes. Father and I are going to stay here and talk to Jonas for a while.” Lily sighed, but obediently she got down from her chair. “Privately?” she asked. Mother nodded. “Yes,” she said, “this talk will be a 2 private one with Jonas.” Jonas watched as his father poured a fresh cup of coffee. He waited. “You know,” his father finally said, “every December was exciting to me when I was young. And it has been for you and Lily, too, I’m sure. Each December brings such changes.” Jonas nodded. He could remember the Decembers back to when he had become, well, probably a Four. The earlier ones were lost to him. But he observed them each year, and he remembered Lily’s earliest Decembers. He remembered when his family received Lily, the day she was named, the day that she had become a One. The Ceremony for the Ones was always noisy and fun. Each December, all the newchildren born in the previous year turned One. One at a time — there were always fifty in each year’s group, if none had been released — they had been brought to the stage by the Nurturers who had cared for them since birth. Some were already walking, wobbly on their unsteady legs; others were no more than a few days old, wrapped in blankets, held by their Nurturers. “I enjoy the Naming,” Jonas said. His mother agreed, smiling. “The year we got Lily, we 10 11 knew, of course, that we’d receive our female, because she would fit into their established family unit. He re- we’d made our application and been approved. But I’d been membered climbing the steps to the stage with his parents, wondering and wondering what her name would be. his father by his side that year instead of with the Nur- “I could have sneaked a look at the list prior to the cer- turers, since it was the year that he would be given a new- emony,” Father confided. “The committee always makes child of his own. the list in advance, and it’s right there in the office at the He remembered his mother taking the newchild, his Nurturing Center. sister, into her arms, while the document was read to the “As a matter of fact,” he went on, “I feel a little guilty assembled family units. “Newchild Twenty-three,” the about this. But I did go in this afternoon and looked to see Namer had read. “Lily.” if this year’s Naming list had been made yet. It was right He remembered his father’s look of delight, and that his there in the office, and I looked up number Thirty-six — father had whispered, “She’s one of my favorites. I was that’s the little guy I’ve been concerned about — because it hoping for her to be the one.” The crowd had clapped, and occurred to me that it might enhance his nurturing if I could Jonas had grinned. He liked his sister’s name. Lily, barely call him by a name. Just privately, of course, when no one awake, had waved her small fist. Then they had stepped else is around.” down to make room for the next family unit. “Did you find it?” Jonas asked. He was fascinated. It “When I was an Eleven,” his father said now, “as you didn’t seem a terribly important rule, but the fact that his are, Jonas, I was very impatient, waiting for the Ceremony father had broken a rule at all awed him. He glanced at his of Twelve. It’s a long two days. I remember that I enjoyed mother, the one responsible for adherence to the rules, and the Ones, as I always do, but that I didn’t pay much at- was relieved that she was smiling. tention to the other ceremonies, except for my sister’s. She His father nodded. “His name — if he makes it to the became a Nine that year, and got her bicycle. I’d been Naming without being released, of course — is to be Ga- teaching her to ride mine, even though technically I wasn’t briel. So I whisper that to him when I feed him every four supposed to.” hours, and during exercise and playtime. If no one can hear Jonas laughed. It was one of the few rules that was not me. taken very seriously and was almost always broken. The “I call him Gabe, actually,” he said, and grinned. children all received their bicycles at Nine; they were not “Gabe.” Jonas tried it out. A good name, he decided. allowed to ride bicycles before then. But almost always, the Though Jonas had only become a Five the year that they older brothers and sisters had secretly taught the younger acquired Lily and learned her name, he remembered the ones. Jonas had been thinking already about teaching Lily. excitement, the conversations at home, wondering about There was talk about changing the rule and giving the her: how she would look, who she would be, how bicycles at an earlier age. A committee was studying 12 13 the idea. When something went to a committee for study, was not the element of suspense that there is with your the people always joked about it. They said that the com- Ceremony. Because I was already fairly certain of what my mittee members would become Elders by the time the rule Assignment was to be.” change was made. Jonas was surprised. There was no way, really, to know Rules were very hard to change. Sometimes, if it was a in advance. It was a secret selection, made by the leaders of very important rule — unlike the one governing the age for the community, the Committee of Elders, who took the bicycles — it would have to go, eventually, to The Re- responsibility so seriously that there were never even any ceiver for a decision. The Receiver was the most important jokes made about Assignments. Elder. Jonas had never even seen him, that he knew of; His mother seemed surprised, too. “How could you have someone in a position of such importance lived and worked known?” she asked. alone. But the committee would never bother The Receiver His father smiled his gentle smile. “Well, it was clear to with a question about bicycles; they would simply fret and me — and my parents later confessed that it had been ob- argue about it themselves for years, until the citizens forgot vious to them, too — what my aptitude was. I had always that it had ever gone to them for study. loved the newchildren more than anything. When my His father continued. “So I watched and cheered when friends in my age group were holding bicycle races, or my sister, Katya, became a Nine and removed her hair building toy vehicles or bridges with their construction ribbons and got her bicycle,” Father went on. “Then I didn’t sets, or — “ pay much attention to the Tens and Elevens. And finally, at “All the things I do with my friends,” Jonas pointed out, the end of the second day, which seemed to go on forever, it and his mother nodded in agreement. was my turn. It was the Ceremony of Twelve.” “I always participated, of course, because as children we Jonas shivered. He pictured his father, who must have must experience all of those things. And I studied hard in been a shy and quiet boy, for he was a shy and quiet man, school, as you do, Jonas. But again and again, during free seated with his group, waiting to be called to the stage. time, I found myself drawn to the newchildren. I spent al- The Ceremony of Twelve was the last of the Ceremonies. most all of my volunteer hours helping in the Nurturing The most important. Center. Of course the Elders knew that, from their obser- “I remember how proud my parents looked — and my vation.” sister, too; even though she wanted to be out riding the bi- Jonas nodded. During the past year he had been aware of cycle publicly, she stopped fidgeting and was very still and the increasing level of observation. In school, at recreation attentive when my turn came. time, and during volunteer hours, he had noticed the Elders “But to be honest, Jonas,” his father said, “for me there watching him and the other Elevens. He had seen them taking notes. He knew, too, that the Elders were 14 15