W.G. Sebald (1944-2001) was a novelist and literary scholar at the University of East Anglia in Britain. He was born in Bavaria, and wrote in German. Austerlitz, his last book, is about the life of a man named Jacques Austerlitz, who was born in Prague in the 1930s. As the Nazis take over Czechoslovakia, his Jewish mother in desperation sends him, at age four and a half, on a Kindertransport to England, He is taken in by a cold-hearted Welsh couple who never tell him his origin. As an adolescent, he finally learns his real name, but discovers that all paperwork about his family and where he came from had been lost in the bombings of London.
The narrator of the novel is of an acquaintance of Austerlitz, who has occasional contact with him, and who relates a series of narratives that occur when he, the narrator, gets together with Austerlitz. The descriptions of his search for his birth parents and family are related with an overwhelming sense of alienation, which is in any case intrinsic to the existence of a man desperate to know who he really is. For years Austerlitz cannot even remember his own early life, and recovers a few faint memories through a series of coincidences and voyages to discover his identity.
Today is Holocaust Remembrance Day
“The United Nations has designated January 27, the anniversary of the liberation of Auschwitz-Birkenau, as International Holocaust Remembrance Day—a time to remember the six million Jewish victims of the Holocaust and the millions of other victims of Nazi persecution. In 2024, the commemoration coincides with a surge in antisemitism worldwide.”
The background events of Sebald's novel are not as well known as the major events of the Holocaust. While millions of murdered victims died in Auschwitz, there were a number of other camps. Millions of Jews from Eastern Europe were shipped to these camps, but smaller numbers of victims came from other countries, where Jewish communities were also destroyed, Jewish property stolen, and synagogues, made unrecognizable, were converted to other uses. Very few efforts to save Jewish people occurred during this era. Here are a few of the facts and how Sebald's novel includes them.
An Early Effort to Save Jewish Children: The Kindertransport
Children arriving in England brought by the Kindertransport (source) |
The Kindertransport was an effort in 1938-1939 to rescue Jewish children from several countries in Nazi-occupied Europe. Ten thousand of these threatened children were taken from their parents and brought to England. Most of them were adopted or fostered by British families. Although the intent was that their rescue would be temporary until they could return to their homes, most could never be reunited with their families because the families had perished in the Holocaust.
In the novel, Austerlitz for years is unable to recall his journey to England, but eventually he goes to Prague and finds an elderly woman named Vera, who had been a friend of his mother Agata Austerlitz. Finally in conversations with Vera, he learns about his early childhood. Vera explains that his mother, because she was Jewish, was banned from her profession as an opera singer and deprived of all the freedoms she had enjoyed. As the Nazis implemented their anti-Jewish policies, she slowly realized the danger to her life and that of her child:
"She finally decided, Vera told me, said Austerlitz, that she would send me at least to England, having succeeded through the good offices of one of her theatrical friends in getting my name put down for one of the few children’s transports leaving Prague for London during those months. Vera remembered, said Austerlitz, that the happy excitement Agáta felt at this first successful outcome of her efforts was overshadowed by her grief and anxiety as she imagined how I would feel, a boy not yet five years old who had always led a sheltered life, on my long railway journey and then among strangers in a foreign country. ...She was torn between wishful thinking and her fear that she was doing something irresponsible and unforgivable, and who knows, Vera said to me, whether she might not have kept you with her after all had there been just a few more days left before you were to set off from Prague." (p. 173)
Austerlitz himself has never had more than fleeting and unreliable memories of his journey, and almost no memory at all of his mother. Vera offers him his first real grasp of his childhood experience:
"I have only an indistinct, rather blurred picture of the moment of farewell at the Wilsonova Station, said Vera, adding, after a few moments’ reflection, that I had my things with me in a little leather suitcase, and food for the journey in a rucksack—un petit sac à dos avec quelques viatiques, said Austerlitz, those had been Vera’s exact words, summing up, as he now thought, the whole of his later life. Vera also remembered the twelve-year-old girl with the bandoneon to whose care they had entrusted me, a Charlie Chaplin comic bought at the last minute, the fluttering of white handkerchiefs like a flock of doves taking off into the air as the parents who were staying behind waved to their children, and her curious impression that the train, after moving off very slowly, had not really left at all, but in a kind of feint had rolled a little way out of the glazed hall before sinking into the ground." (pp. 173-174).
One of Many Camps: Theresienstadt
Austerlitz continues with his efforts to discover his mother's fate, and learns that after he had been sent to England, she was deported from Prague to the Theresienstadt ghetto.
“Theresienstadt, established as a ghetto and transit camp in 1941, was presented as a model Jewish settlement for propaganda purposes. Despite congestion, hunger and forced labor, educational and cultural activities abounded. 35,440 Jews died in the ghetto and 88,000 were deported.” (From Yad Vashem Holocaust Museum)
A detailed history of Theresienstadt, as documented in a book that Austerlitz finds, makes up quite a long passage of the novel, but learning about this does nothing for his alienation and isolation.
One of the somewhat mysterious illustrations from the novel (p. 244) |
The Deportation from Paris
"I sat in this bar too for hours on end, trying to imagine him in his plum-colored double-breasted suit, perhaps a little threadbare now, bent over one of the café tables and writing those letters to his loved ones in Prague which never arrived. I kept wondering whether he had been interned in the half-built housing estate out at Drancy after the first police raid in Paris in August 1941, or not until July of the following year, when a whole army of French gendarmes took thirteen thousand of their Jewish fellow citizens from their homes, in what was called the grande rafle, during which over a hundred of their victims jumped out of the windows in desperation or found some other way of committing suicide. I sometimes thought I saw the windowless police cars racing through a city frozen with terror, the crowd of detainees camping out in the open in the Vélodrome d’Hiver, and the trains on which they were soon deported from Drancy and Bobigny; I pictured their journey through the Greater German Reich, I saw my father still in his good suit and his black velour hat, calm and upright among all those frightened people. Then again, I thought that Maximilian would surely have left Paris in time, had gone south on foot across the Pyrenees, and perished somewhere along his way." (p. 257).
His Father’s Fate
"When I met Austerlitz again for morning coffee on the boulevard Auguste Blanqui, shortly before I left Paris, he told me that the previous day he had heard, from one of the staff at the records center in the rue Geoffroy-l’Asnier, that Maximilian Aychenwald had been interned during the latter part of 1942 in the camp at Gurs, a place in the Pyrenean foothills which he, Austerlitz, must now seek out. Curiously enough, said Austerlitz, a few hours after our last meeting, when he had come back from the Bibliothèque Nationale and changed trains at the gare d’Austerlitz, he had felt a premonition that he was coming closer to his father." (pp. 290-291).
21 comments:
You get easily reminded of Holocaust here as we have many Stolpersteine that mark houses where Jewish people lived.
And really each and every time I "stumble" over them, remembering the horror.
I am sure I´ve said it before, I do not understand the hate against this religion, the people never bother you unlike others do. You don´t hear them, they respect others, why not do the same? Respect. Or more, show interest.
At the Christmas Brekkie my Jewish and my Muslim colleague had an interesting chat about their different foods.
But then... we are educated. Only the dumb fight each other, right.
The situation in Gaza tears my guts out, but it is important to not lose sight of the fact that this war was initiated when Hamas, in a savage, barbaric fashion invaded Israel and slaughtered people, all the while calling for the eradication of Jews worldwide. That act triggered this conflict. Let us not gloss over it. Let us not forget.
Very interesting post Mae. It's so sad that society hasn't come that far since the Nazi's when it comes to accepting all people. hugs-Erika
This one's definitely a harrowing one -- great and timely review. I wish I didn't think we needed reminders.
Great post Mae. It is sad even today, that people are still not treated equally and with respect. Have a great weekend.
I have not read this book you mention, but I have read about it before. Maybe I will buy it.
It is very difficult to read about the horrors of the Holocaust. I think by writing about it, learning about it, educating kids in Middle schools with a Holocaust curriculum that it was hoped this type of horror and hatred would be looked at as unjust and put to sleep. Unfortunately, this vile anti-semitism is rising its ugly head again. It is beyond scary knowing that even during the Holocaust there were many good people who could not understand it and were against it but couldn't stop it. Thanks for the great post!
Thank you so much for your humanity!
Thank you Mae.
This book sounds profoundly sad and also fascinating -- and important. I'm sure it was a difficult read and yet a book like this should be required reading. I look around and realize we are so very close to "forgetting" and that our generation -- that of the sons and daughters who lived during that period -- have a responsibility. I worry about children not being taught of this time. Thank you for sharing this.
I knew a little about the Velodrome d'Hiver from something I read while I visited Paris. I learned a lot from this post -- thanks!
Tracking down one's family is always emotional and difficult, but mix in lost records, a hidden past, and a horrendous history and this book must be heartbreaking.
Such a truly horrific chapter in world history. Thanks for highlighting it.
I just read a children's book about the kindertransport from Czech Republic, Stars of the Night. https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/68755514-stars-of-the-night
Hatred of a people---It's incomprehensible to me. Yet it is real; I see it, I hear it all around me. How to respond to it---that's something I'm trying to figure out. I think a lot about the words of Martin Luther King Jr.: "Darkness cannot drive out darkness, only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate, only love can do that."
Thank you for sharing this book with us.
Such a heartbreaking story and time in our history. It is unimaginable to me the horrors that humans can inflict on other humans!
I've got this book reserved at the library. Thanks for your review Mae. My husband lost most all of his remaining family in the holocaust - those who didn't leave in time, like his grandfather.
Thank you so much for this excellent post and for highlighting Sebald's important novel.
Thank you to all who commented. Your thoughts are very sensitive and understanding. It’ a tough time.
You have my gratitude…mae
This sounds like a fascinating book.
This time period always horrified and fascinated me. I was very young when I found out about the Holocaust. I couldn't believe it was true and my mom gently told me it was but tried to save the worst of it until I was older. I remember thinking through my teen years and through my adulthood - right up until October 7 that when the world said "never again" it meant it.
But here we are - once again denials of the horrors inflicted flying around, people calling for the deaths of Jews (though they pretend they are actually upset with the government of Israel), violence against jews and the refusal by international organizations to fight for the hostages so they look like they are being compassionate to a group of people who harbor terrorists..
It breaks my heart and I've cried often since that day.
I'll look up this book.
When I was in grad school, there was a guy on campus who was a Holocaust denier. He claimed it was all made up. How can anyone erase history with the touch of a pen or the spoken word?
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