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A brief stop on the road from Auschwitz
Rosenberg, Göran, 1948- author.
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Kort uppehåll på vägen från Auschwitz. English
Publication Information:
New York : Other Press, [2015]
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331 pages : illustrations ; 22 cm
A "memoir by a journalist about his father's attempt to survive the aftermath of Auschwitz in a small industrial town in Sweden"--Dust jacket.
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DS135.S89 R6713 2015 Adult Non-Fiction Non-Fiction Area
DS135.S89 R6713 2015 Adult Non-Fiction Biography
DS135.S89 R6713 2015 Adult Non-Fiction Open Shelf
DS135.S89 R6713 2015 Adult Non-Fiction Open Shelf

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This shattering memoir by a journalist about his father's attempt to survive the aftermath of Auschwitz in a small industrial town in Sweden won the prestigious August Prize
On August 2, 1947 a young man gets off a train in a small Swedish town to begin his life anew. Having endured the ghetto of Lodz, the death camp at Auschwitz-Birkenau, the slave camps and transports during the final months of Nazi Germany, his final challenge is to survive the survival.

In this intelligent and deeply moving book, G#65533;ran Rosenberg returns to his own childhood to tell the story of his father: walking at his side, holding his hand, trying to get close to him. It is also the story of the chasm between the world of the child, permeated by the optimism, progress, and collective oblivion of postwar Sweden, and the world of the father, darkened by the long shadows of the past.

Author Notes

G#65533;ran Rosenberg was born in 1948 in Sweden, where he is a well-known author. In 1970 he left academia to work as a journalist for Swedish television, radio, and print. He is the author of several books, including the highly acclaimed Det F#65533;rlorade landet [The Lost Land: A Personal History of Zionism, Messianism, and the State of Israel].
Sarah Death is a translator, literary scholar, and editor of the UK-based journal Swedish Book Review . Her translations from the Swedish include Ellen Mattson's Snow , for which she won the Bernard Shaw Translation Prize. She lives and works in Kent, England.

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Booklist Review

Rosenberg's road trip through memories won the 2012 August Prize in Sweden, deservedly so, and is now translated for English readers. The author, long curious about his parents' WWII concentration-camp provenance, takes off to see for himself, using their letters as guides, where they were imprisoned and later lived, writing descriptively, frankly, and with a strong eye for detail, often directly addressing his father with questions. How did his parents survive? They rode the trains; they landed in the camps; they were sorted. A box of food saved his father's life. He was also able-bodied enough to be chosen to work in a factory. The letters he writes to the young woman he would marry, the author's mother, are heartrending though circumspect. There is no easy Holocaust book. This one, with its bolstering photographs and its intensely personal aspect, is brilliantly sorrowful. The son's pilgrimage, augmented by research, quotes, and memories, is a hard road to walk, just as the original journey was for his father, in particular. As Rosenberg notes, Luck, chance, and freak are the stones with which every road from Auschwitz is paved. --Kinney, Eloise Copyright 2015 Booklist



We move to the house I actually remember a year or two later. The documents say one thing and the aging memory another, but it doesn't matter; this is where it all begins, in the building below the railroad station where the young man who would be my father alighted from the train on an early August evening in 1947, and which you can see right beneath the window on the left-hand side of the coach if you arrive by train from the north, across the Bridge. This is it; this is the Place. This is where my world assumes its first colors, lights, smells, sounds, voices, gestures, names, and words. I'm not sure how far back a human being can remember; some people say they have memories going back to their second year, but my first memories are of snow and cold and therefore probably date from somewhat later, since I was born in October. But one thing I'm certain of is that even before the point where my memories of that first world of mine begin, it had already set its stamp on so much that even things I can no longer remember aren't forgotten either. This is the Place that will continue to form me even when I'm convinced that I've formed myself. Excerpted from A Brief Stop on the Road from Auschwitz by Göran Rosenberg All rights reserved by the original copyright owners. Excerpts are provided for display purposes only and may not be reproduced, reprinted or distributed without the written permission of the publisher.