I had an enemy for a friend, but he was no enemy of mine.
Australia, 1942
To escape the war and a brewing scandal, the Armstrong family has left England for the small outback town of Billarooby. This tale is seen through the eyes of eleven-year-old Lindsay, who details the near collapse of his family during a prolonged drought. His strict disciplinarian father drifts toward madness, tempted by alcohol, religious zealotry, and the charms of a hired Land Girl. Lindsay's mother, in turn, seems mesmerized by the local wounded war hero. Adding to the tension is the close proximity of a POW camp.
Now, as I heard a whistle blow and saw a line of men appear behind one of the huts, I realized who it was that I had been following. These men were dressed in red clothes and they were behind heavily barbed wire because they were Japanese, the scourge of the Pacific. The man I had followed was no Chinese gardener but a Japanese prisoner who had escaped.
I shrank back into the rocks. For the first time I felt that I had come too far from home,. and I looked around in dread, almost expecting the escaped man to be behind me.
"Japs," I whispered. "Japs are worse than Hitler."
After reading a book on Samurai, Lindsay becomes obsessed with the prisoner, projecting all sorts of heroic traits onto the man. One day he asks his teacher,
"I was wondering, sir, would it be a dreadful thing to have a prisoner as a friend?"
As the months spin by and still no rain falls, tempers flare, and the townspeople become preoccupied with the POWs as well. Convinced there will be an uprising at the prison, they decide to take the law into their own hands.
Much of the charm of this book is due to Lindsay's narration. A shy adolescent, he is confused by his burgeoning sexuality, attracted by twin classmates and teased by the Land Girls. In truth, he'd much rather read a book than hang out with kids his own age. I can relate.
This one is still in print, with many used copies in circulation. Highly recommended.