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Live in Italy for Two Years and Write in Italian

May 17, 2016

The word on Jhumpa Lahiri was that she’d moved to Italy and now, after a few years of immersing herself in the language, was going to write in Italian. Had I heard this news about one of my fellow, white American, middle-class novelists, I would have shrugged and said, “Knock yourself out.” [Read more…]

Filed Under: General, New Books Tagged With: Campo dei Fiori, foreign cultures, In Other Words, Italy, Jhumpa Lahiri, Joseph Conrad, Nabokov, novelists, Via Giulia

What It’s like to be a half-caste German Jew in Occupied Austria

April 15, 2016

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There are lots of things I notice this Christmas that I’ve never noticed before. When my mother takes me shopping, for instance, which is only between the hours of three and five, there are certain village stores she will go into and certain stores she won’t. And the stores she will not enter are usually the smarter ones, the fish shop and the cooperative, for instance, which are near the best inns like Franzi Wimmer’s and have glossy portraits of the Führer prominently on show inside, while the shops she does enter are the cheaper ones, even the dirtier ones, like the baker whose bread is often stale and the dairy where the milk is often sour. They have pictures of the Führer on their walls too, of course, but smaller ones and not so often dusted. Some of them even have little specks of fly-shit on his face.

I’m puzzled by my mother’s shopping choices. I take it that as we are from Berlin, we must be a cut above the rest, so we should be going to the best shops, not the worst. And why do we go only in the late afternoon? I know that other people like Jägerlein go at any time of the day. My mother doesn’t explain these anomalies, and I sense I’m not supposed to know the real reason, although I’m still convinced it has to do with our being proper Germans, while the villagers are not. Nobody tells me where I’ve gone wrong. Nobody explains that my mother is a vicious and degenerate Jewess, that the best shops won’t serve her, that in any case she’s allowed to shop only between the hours of three and five so that decent Aryans shoppers can arrange to avoid the disgusting sight of her altogether.

My parents have always been bickering and crying (I think that’s normal—what else do I know?), but they never openly mention this source of their troubles. Imagine, I can’t recall ever being called a half-Jew yet, let alone a Yid, and perhaps I never have been. I don’t even know what a Yid or half-Jew is. Sara does, of course; she knows all right. And so do the others. But not me. Why should I? I’m never allowed out to play with the village children, so they aren’t going to tell me. And neither Jägerlein nor my mother is going to either. As for my brother and sisters—they’re certainly not going to tell me what it’s like to be called a half-Jew or a dirty Yid. Like rape victims, they never tell because they feel they’re guilty.

Filed Under: General Tagged With: Austria, Christmas, Fuhrer, Germany, half-Jew, Nazi, Yid

Frau Kaminsky, a Habsburg, agrees to educate half-Jewish Children

April 14, 2016

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Scouring the Vienna papers, my mother has learnt that a lady with the highest references is prepared to offer coaching in various subjects to private pupils of good family. Correspondence has revealed that this lady is Fraülein Hertha von Kaminsky, a former governess to some family of a distant branch of the Habsburgs, and Gabi has gone to Vienna (staying illegally with Helena before her marriage) to supplicate her help.

Acutely conscious that hers is not what a von Kaminsky might consider a good family, Gabi has abandoned subterfuge this time. Hoping that this dependent of the royal family will be no friend of the upstart Nazis, she has laid her petition frankly and humbly before Fraülein von Kaminsky, who is about as broad as she is tall, in her comfortable apartment on the Ring.She has ended with the words “I feel so guilty. It’s all my fault that my children are being treated like this.” Yes, Gabi like Ilse feels guilty. Guilty for being the victim that makes her children victims, while the Führer and his cronies who have brought her to this pass are proudly pinning medals on each other’s chests and dreaming of a new Berlin—Germania, the Jew-free capital of their Jew-free Reich. (Most of them are also kind to dogs.)

Fraülein von Kaminsky is not a connection of the Habsburgs for nothing. She possesses a sense of noblesse oblige as well as that aristocratic disdain of the Nazis which Gabi had hoped for. So in the New Year she will be coming to teach the older children.

Filed Under: General Tagged With: Austria, Berlin, Frau Kaminsky, Fuhrer, Germania, governess, Jewish, Nazis, private education, Reich, Vienna, World War II

The Kaminsky Cure

April 13, 2016

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I don’t know it yet, but we are here only because my father’s marriage to his no longer loved or loving Jewish wife cost him his fashionable parish in Germany. No sooner had the Nazis been voted into power there than a trio of brawny Brownshirts turned up on his doorstep and told him to go and find another twig to perch on. He was offered a refuge in England by the Bishop of Chichester, but his patriotism prevented him from going to a country which might one day be at war again with the Fatherland. (Patriotism’s going to be another favorite family topic.) So he found a parish in neighboring pre-Nazi Austria, which he should have known was more or less like jumping out of the fire into the frying pan. It didn’t take long to feel the heat again. I’d only just had my fourth birthday in fact when our German brothers marched into Austria amid general jubilation to unite us with the Fatherland and rid us of the malignant Jew, whatever that was. (I thought it was something like the rats in the coal cellar.)

[Being the patriarch of a half-Jewish/half-Aryan family, the narrator’s father is concerned with procuring . . .]

Those Aryan certificates involve Willibald in a lot of extra work, by the way. Worthy citizens who want to keep their official jobs or join the Party often have to track down their parents’ and grandparents’ and great-grandparents’ baptismal records all over the Reich, and then get the local pastor to authenticate them—all, as Willibald frequently complains, without payment to the pastor. A bitter pill for him to swallow, especially when he thinks of his own children’s unsatisfactory ancestors, but it’s no fun for the aspiring Aryans either. Imagine how much trailing up and down and across the country that entails for those poor people, from city to city, town to town, village to village! And the fear that they might find a Solomon or a David right at the last godforsaken hamlet when all the rest were spotless! Everyone going back to their father’s birthplace and their mother’s birthplace and then all their parents’ birthplaces—it’s like a rerun of the census of the Jews when Christ was born, only this time the Slaughter of the Innocents is going to be a far, far bigger do.

Filed Under: General Tagged With: Aryan, Austrian, Jewish, Nazi, War

The Kaminsky Cure

April 12, 2016

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The village we live in, Heimstatt, is lodged deep in the Alps, squeezed between the cliff-like mountains and a black and glacial lake that holds many bodies and many secrets, with more of both to come. For five months of the year the winter sun never makes it above the surrounding mountain tops, and when the merest sliver of it makes its first brief gleaming reappearance each spring, the villagers all come out of their houses to watch and celebrate. The chief business of this ancient place is its ancient quarry, the chief characteristics of its inhabitants inbreeding and goiters. People were living here in the Stone Age, and some of them still are.

I’m told it was snowing when I was born, and I believe it, because it’s always snowing here in Heimstatt in February. Thick silent wodges of it, filling the somber daylight with their muffling presence. The mountains that stand like grim gravediggers round the coffin-shaped valley become invisible, and you can hardly even see the lake, which is frozen solid except for the swath the ferry crunches through the ice as it grinds its way across to the railway station on the other side. Gloomy and cold—it’s not an auspicious way to start your life.

Filed Under: General Tagged With: Alps, Austria, Heimstatt, Nazis, wartime, World War II

The Kaminsky Cure

April 11, 2016

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Well here I am at five and three-quarters

It’s Christmas 1939 in a little Austrian village that’s now part of Hitler’s Third Reich and I’m just beginning to notice things. Like what my brother and sisters are about and why my parents are often crying and my father usually shouting when he isn’t crying. I think it has something to do with the war we’re fighting, which according to the wireless is due to The International Jewish Conspiracy, whatever that is. But that’s not all. I don’t know it yet, but I was born at the wrong time and in the wrong place. [Read more…]

Filed Under: General Tagged With: Austria, fiction, half-Aryan, holocaust, Luthern, Nazis, Third Reich, war fiction, World War II

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