This begins with the 'hero', as a very young boy, seeing his family brutally murdered by the Nazis. He escapes and finally sees an old man. He says: "I screamed into the silence [a] phrase...in Polish and German and Yiddish, thumping my fists on my own chest: dirty Jew, dirty Jew, dirty Jew!" The book follows the love that grows between the two. This is, unfortunately, Anne Michaels' only novel. I wish there were more.
(Julie Higgins - bwl 7 February 2001 ) |
