All But My Life by Gerda Weissmann Klein Published by Macmillan on March 30, 1995
Genres: Biography & Autobiography / Cultural & Regional, Biography & Autobiography / Historical, Biography & Autobiography / Jewish, History / Jewish, History / Modern / 20th Century / Holocaust, History / Wars & Conflicts / World War II / General, Juvenile Fiction / General
Pages: 261
Format: Audiobook, eBook
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All But My Life is the unforgettable story of Gerda Weissmann Klein's six-year ordeal as a victim of Nazi cruelty. From her comfortable home in Bielitz (present-day Bielsko) in Poland to her miraculous survival and her liberation by American troops--including the man who was to become her husband--in Volary, Czechoslovakia, in 1945, Gerda takes the reader on a terrifying journey.
Gerda's serene and idyllic childhood is shattered when Nazis march into Poland on September 3, 1939. Although the Weissmanns were permitted to live for a while in the basement of their home, they were eventually separated and sent to German labor camps. Over the next few years Gerda experienced the slow, inexorable stripping away of "all but her life." By the end of the war she had lost her parents, brother, home, possessions, and community; even the dear friends she made in the labor camps, with whom she had shared so many hardships, were dead.
Despite her horrifying experiences, Klein conveys great strength of spirit and faith in humanity. In the darkness of the camps, Gerda and her young friends manage to create a community of friendship and love. Although stripped of the essence of life, they were able to survive the barbarity of their captors. Gerda's beautifully written story gives an invaluable message to everyone. It introduces them to last century's terrible history of devastation and prejudice, yet offers them hope that the effects of hatred can be overcome.
I have no idea how I came across this book. I know I did, I looked it up, found it intriguing and then waiting almost 2 months (yes like 8ish weeks!) for it to be available on Libby. Over those two months I completely forgot where/why/how I came across it to decide to listen. I’ve looked in all the obvious places to no avail. But ultimately, it doesn’t matter how I came across it, it matters that I did. I did something a little different with this one as I alternated between the audio book and the eBook. What I did discover is that while I listen at 1.25 speed I actually physically read faster. Go figure.
This is my third autobiography, or memoir, this year and they never are easy to review. How do you attach a rating to someone else’s experience that they choose to share? I enjoy reading memoirs especially those with a historical aspect. I really dislike reviewing them. I can talk about the writing style, the way the words appear in the story. But at the end of the day I’m just passing judgement on someone else’s experience and that sometimes feels wrong. I mean how do I judge someone’s experience of being Jewish in the heart of WW2 in the camps and the death march. How do I judge the choices they made, or didn’t make. No matter if I love or hate it I’m still passing judgement. A long winded way to say that while I really took a lot away from reading Gerda Weissmann Klein’s story I did struggle with it. It was good but I felt some detachment.
Before adding this book to my hold list I did review other reviews. I like to do that sometimes, especially with older books. Is it worth my time? Is it something that I will resonate with? Some of the things mentioned in those previous reviews I do agree with. Some I don’t as I understand her choices differently. If I am going to judge her history, her experience, honestly I’m going to rip my own bandaid as I know that this only really matters to me. While I may not agree with all the choices she made throughout her young life I do understand them. She was young when it all started still full of hope and optimism. Even throughout everything she, in many ways, was naive which I truly feel influenced the choices she made. None of that really bothered me, I felt sad for her perhaps because I have hindsight and she did not have foresight. The one thing I wished for, maybe against my own better judgement, is more depth. What I really wanted I don’t know that she was capable of giving as that would have been new wounds again and again. I felt like I was reading a list of things that happened but I didn’t get the emotional pull that really put me into her ski boots. If I am going to judge, the real issue is with me wanting to make her relive all that happened with the emotional toll that it had to have taken on her. I wanted to walk with her not just hear about her walk.







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