The Story of a Life

by Aharon Appelfeld

Book Overview

When Aharon Appelfeld was seven years old the Nazis occupied Czernowitz, his hometown. They penned the Jews into a ghetto and eventually sent whoever had not been shot or starved to death on a forced... This description may be from another edition of this product.

• Format: Hardcover
• Language: English
• ISBN: 0805241787
• ISBN13: 9780805241785
• Release Date: October 2004
• Publisher: Schocken Books Inc
• Length: 198 Pages
• Weight: 0.85 lbs.
• Dimensions: 0.9" x 5.8" x 8.3"

Customer Reviews

Gripping-A must Read.

The Story of A Life is a powerful, gripping memoir that kept my attention all the way through. I could not put this book down. It was written in a powerful-image evoking style that kept me tense, waiting for the book to end so I could find out what happened. Highly recommended.

A deeply moving memoir

Applefeld is one of those writers much loved by critics but without a great legion of readers. I never somehow really 'got into ' his fictional works. This memoir however was different and I was deeply moved by it. His story of his childhood in Czernowitz, the relations within his family, his special connection to his mother who was murdered by the Nazis , his being torn out of his childhood world, and sent with his father on a death march, his escape and life as a child in the forest and with a prostitute who makes him her servant and alternately terrifies and fascinates him, his hiding, and moving about , his finding his way to the ship which will bring him to the new home in the land of the Jews, his difficulties in accomodation , his being an outsider here even where he is supposed to be at home- all this is told with great restraint and power. Applefeld himself seems to radiate a certain kind of calm, the calm of what he has described himself often as ' the observer' the one who ' waits and looks' and tries to understand. His early efforts at writing are also described here and the contradictions between what others expected of a ' Holocaust writer' and what he himself had to give. The sense of loneliness is palpable in the last pages of the book where he tells of his coming to belong in the club made of those from his former home - region .The dissolution of this club with the years is the loss of a second home. As with Oz in his also remarkable memoir " A Tale of Love and Darkness" Applefeld does not delve into the present reality, into the world of the new family he has made. He says he walks around and at times ' he is back there' and this work gives a real sense of what that ' there' is. I have not in this review really come close to touching on the richness of this memoir, its emotional depth. It also has great horror in it, and there is one scene one story that sticks out in my mind and which bothers me even now as I write this. It is about one camp that Applefeld came to. In this camp the Nazis had a special kind of corral in which they would throw babies, who would be devoured by German shepherds. When I think of this I wonder what the words ' forgiveness' and ' humanity ' can possibly mean. This fills my heart with such horror and sorrow, I don't know what to say. I apologize for picking out this one detail and emphasizing it so strongly .The work has many scenes and much perception of and wisdom about life. Applefeld has written a masterful and moving work. He is one person who survived the horror and has conducted himself in his life with quiet courage and great human dignity .He should be seen as a hero in the creation of Literature, not only for the Jewish people but for Humanity as a whole.

haunting and compelling

Aharon Appelfeld, the highly regarded Israeli novelist and Holocaust survivor, has written a hauntingly beautiful book. It begins with a loving description of his childhood years with his parents in Czernowitz near the Carpathian Mountains and with his grandparents whom he visited in the country every summer. That all ended with the Nazi invasion in 1941 and the murder of his mother. After months of confinement in a ghetto, Aharon, his father, and the other Jews who had not yet been shot or starved to death were forced to march across the Ukraine to a slave labor camp. Appelfeld writes sparingly about the ghetto, the forced march to the labor camp, his escape from the camp, and the deaths of his parents. "I have forgotten much, even things that were very close to me--places in particular, dates, and the names of people--and yet I can still sense those days in every part of my body." He describes in somewhat greater detail the time he spent hiding alone in the Ukrainian forest. The strongest imprints the war years made on him, he writes, were intensely physical ones, like hunger for bread. "To this very day I can wake up in the middle of the night ravenously hungry. Dreams of hunger and thirst haunt me almost on a weekly basis. I eat as only people who have known hunger eat, with a strangely ravenous appetite." He writes that his novels hardly begin to capture what he went through. "I've already written more than twenty books about those years, but sometimes it seems as if I haven't yet begun to describe them. Sometimes it seems to me that a fully detailed memory is still concealed within me, and when it emerges from its bunker, it will flow fiercely and strongly for days on end." In the Ukrainian countryside the animals he met did not scare him. "I was sure they would do nothing harmful to me. I became familiar with cows and with horses, and they provided me with a warmth that has remained with me to this very day. Sometimes it seemed to me that what saved me were the animals I encountered along the way, not the human beings. The hours I spent with puppies, cats, and sheep were the best of the war years. I would blend in with them until I was part of them, until forgetfulness came, until I fell asleep alongside them. I would sleep as deeply and as tranquilly as I had in my parents' bed." When from time to time he came out of hiding and worked for peasants in exchange for food, he learned how to pass himself off as a gentile orphan. Those years made him distrustful of the world around him ("even today, I stop and listen every few paces"). After the war he struggled to build a new life and learn a new language in Palestine, soon to be Israel. He immersed himself in Yiddish and Hasidic literature and began writing, but in the late 1950s he gave up trying to be what an Israeli writer was supposed to be and instead became "an emigre, a refugee, a man who carries within him the child of war, who finds t