The Wave

The Classroom Experiment That Went Too Far. Novelization of a teleplay by Johnny Dawkins based on a short story by Ron Jones

The Wave is based on a true incident that occured in a high school history class in Palo Alto, California, in 1969.

The powerful forces of group pressure that pervaded many historic movements such as Nazism are recreated in the classroom when history teacher Burt Ross introduces a "new" system to his students. And before long "The Wave," with its rules of "strength through discipline, community, and action, " sweeps from the classroom through the entire school. And as most of the students join the movement, Laurie Saunders and David Collins recognize the frightening momentum of "The Wave" and realize they must stop it before it's too late.
Morton Rhue, mit bürgerlichen Namen Todd Strasser, wurde am 5.Mai 1950 in New York City geboren. Sein Künstlername ist ein zusammengesetztes Wortspiel aus dem französischem mit der Bedeutung Tod und Straße, welches wiederum eine Anlehnung an seinen Namen ist. Aufgewachsen ist der US-amerikanische Schriftsteller auf Long Island. 1974 machte Morton Rhue seinen Abschluss in Literatur am Beloit College im US Bundesstaat Wisconsin. Bevor ihn sein Roman "Die Welle" 1981 berühmt machte, verdiente Morton Rhue sein Geld als Straßenmusiker in Europa, als Werbetexter und später vornehmlich als Journalist. Kurzgeschichten wurden in mehreren Zeitungen veröffentlicht, darunter auch die New York Times. Als Jugendbuchautor widmet Morton Rhue sich heute ausschließlich dem Schreiben und gibt Lesungen an Schulen. Seine Themen decken hauptsächlich Jugendproblematiken ab wie Gewalt an Schulen, Armut, Obdachlosigkeit aber auch Nationalsozialismus. Durch seinen Einsatz gegen Jugendkriminalität und seiner zahlreichen Büchern, die nicht nur beliebt sind bei Jugendlichen, ist Morton Rhue Träger vieler verschiedener Literaturpreise. Mit seiner Frau und ihren beiden Kindern lebt er heute wieder in New York. Neben seiner Leidenschaft dem Schreiben, geht Morton Rhue auch gerne fischen, Tennis spielen oder mit seinen Kindern surfen.

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  • Laurie Saunders sat in the publications office at Gordon High School chewing on the end of a Bic pen. She was a pretty girl with short light-brown hair and an almost perpetual smile that only disappeared when she was upset or chewing on Bic pens. Lately she'd been chewing on a lot of pens. In fact, there wasn't a single pen or pencil in her pocketbook that wasn't worn down on the butt end from nervous gnawing. Still, it beat smoking.

    Laurie looked around the small office, a room filled with desks, typewriters, and light tables. At that moment there should have been kids at each one of those typewriters, punching out stories for The Gordon Grapevine, the school paper. The art and layout staff should have been working at the light tables, laying out the next issue. But instead the room was empty except for Laurie. The problem was that it was a beautiful day outside.

    Laurie felt the plastic tube of the pen crack. Her mother had warned her once that someday she would chew on a pen until it splintered and a long plastic shard would lodge in her throat and she would choke to death on it. Only her mother could have come up with that, Laurie thought with a sigh.

    She looked up at the clock on the wall. Only a few minutes were left in the period anyway. There was no rule that said anyone had to work in the publications office during their free periods, but they all knew that the next edition of The Grapevine was due out next week. Couldn't they give up their Frisbees and cigarettes and suntans for just a few days in order to get an issue of the paper out on time?

    Laurie put her pen back in her pocketbook and started to gather up her notebooks for the next period. It was hopeless. For the three years she'd been on staff, The Grapevine had always been late. And now that she was the editor-in-chief it made no difference. The paper would be done when everyone got around to doing it.

    Pulling the door of the publications office closed behind her, Laurie stepped out into the hall. It was practically empty now; the bell to change classes had not yet rung, and there were only a few students around. Laurie walked down a few doors, stopped outside a classroom, and peered through the window.

    Inside, her best friend, Amy Smith, a petite girl with thick, curly, Goldilocks hair, was trying to endure the final moments of Mr. Gabondi's French class. Laurie had taken French with Mr. Gabondi the year before and it had been one of the most excruciatingly boring experiences of her life. Mr. Gabondi was a short, dark, heavyset man who always seemed to be sweating, even on the coldest winter days. When he taught, he spoke in a dull monotone that could easily put the brightest student to sleep, and even though the course he taught was not difficult, Laurie recalled how hard it had been to pay enough attention to get an A.

    Now watching her friend struggle to stay interested, Laurie decided she needed some cheering up. So, positioning herself outside the door where Amy could see her but Gabondi could not, Laurie crossed her eyes and made an idiotic face. Amy reacted by putting her hand over her mouth to keep from laughing. Laurie made another face and Amy tried not to look, but she couldn't help turning back to see what her friend was doing next. Then Laurie did her famous fish face: she pushed her ears out, crossed her eyes, and puckered her lips. Amy was trying so hard not to laugh that tears started to roll down her cheeks.

    Laurie knew she shouldn't make any more faces. Watching Amy was too funny--anything could make her laugh. If Laurie did any more, Amy would probably fall out of her seat and roll into the aisle between the desks. But Laurie couldn't resist. Turning her back to the door to create some suspense, she screwed up her mouth and eyes, and then spun around.

    Standing at the door was a very angry Mr. Gabondi. Behind him Amy and the rest of her class were in hysterics. Laurie's jaw dropped. But before Gabondi could reprimand her, the bell rang and his class was suddenly spilling out into the hall around him. Amy came out holding her sides in pain from laughing so hard. As Mr. Gabondi glared at them, the two girls went off arm in arm toward their next class, too out of breath to laugh anymore.

    In the classroom where he taught history, Ben Ross crouched over a film projector, trying to thread a film through the complex maze of rollers and lenses. This was his fourth attempt and he still hadn't gotten it right. Frustrated, Ben ran his fingers through his wavy brown hair. All his life he had been befuddled by machinery--film projectors, cars, even the self-service pump at the local gas station drove him bananas.

    He had never been able to figure out why he was so inept in that way, and so when it came to anything mechanical, he left it to Christy, his wife. She taught music and choir at Gordon High, and at home she was in charge of anything that required manual dexterity. She often joked that Ben couldn't even be trusted to change a light bulb correctly, although Ben insisted this was an exaggeration. He had changed a number of light bulbs in his life and could only recall breaking two in the process.

    Thus far in his career at Gordon High--Ben and Christy had been teaching there for two years--he had managed to hide his mechanical inabilities. Or rather, they had been overshadowed by his growing reputation as an outstanding young teacher. Ben's students spoke of his intensity--the way he got so interested and involved in a topic that they couldn't help but be interested also. He was "contagious," they'd say, meaning that he was charismatic. He could get through to them.
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Einband Taschenbuch
Seitenzahl 144
Altersempfehlung 12 - 15
Erscheinungsdatum 01.09.1981
Sprache Englisch
ISBN 978-0-440-99371-1
Verlag Random House LCC US
Maße (L/B/H) 17.5/10.5/1.5 cm
Gewicht 74 g
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1 Bewertungen

Heftig, aber wahr...
von Alex am 10.03.2009
Bewertet: Einband: Taschenbuch

"The Wave" lesen wir zur Zeit im Englisch-Unterricht. Es ist schon echt heftig,wenn man hört, wie leicht sich Menschen beeinflussen lassen. Die Story: Der Lehrer Ben Ross beginnt mit seinen Schülern wegen des Geschichtsunterrichtes ein Projekt. Er startet "Die Welle",eine sich entwickelnde Bewegung, an der er den Schülern demon... "The Wave" lesen wir zur Zeit im Englisch-Unterricht. Es ist schon echt heftig,wenn man hört, wie leicht sich Menschen beeinflussen lassen. Die Story: Der Lehrer Ben Ross beginnt mit seinen Schülern wegen des Geschichtsunterrichtes ein Projekt. Er startet "Die Welle",eine sich entwickelnde Bewegung, an der er den Schülern demonstrieren will, warum die Nazis so waren, wie sie eben waren. Die Schüler können sich zunächst nicht vorstellen, was ihr Lehrer damit erreichen will, doch sie lassen sich darauf ein- und nicht nur das: Sie steigern sich hinein! Die Welle "überflutet" die ganze Schule und wer sich nicht beugen will, wird mit Gewalt dazu gebracht, bis ein jüdischer Schüler diskriminiert wird und einige Menschen die Augen öffnen... Das Buch ist wirklich sehr sehr faszinierend und stets aktuell. Es zeigt die Verführbarkeit der Menschen auf und lässt uns erkennen, dass das Thema "Faschismus" immer aktuell bleiben wird, schließlich basiert die Geschichte auf einer wahren Begebenheit...