THE BLOOD YEARS

There are millions of Holocaust stories. This is one you haven’t heard yet.

Acclaimed author Arnold leaves behind her metaphor-laden fantastical fare to tell the fictional tale of Frederieke Teitler, a Jewish girl whose life was inspired by that of the author’s grandmother Frieda Teitler during the Holocaust in then-Romanian Czernowitz, where nearly 40% of the population was Jewish. Painstakingly researched (the extensive backmatter details the blend of scholarship and family history) and sometimes painful to read, this book is many things: an examination of love and duty, a revelatory account of a Holocaust experience many won’t know, and a wrenching coming-of-age story. Rieke experiences hunger, illness, rape, and the loss of all she has known, yet somehow holds on to hope and love. The small and sometimes terrible complexities of familial drama play out against the vastness of the Holocaust. Rieke’s mother pines for her unfaithful husband; Astra, Rieke’s older sister, is the axis around which all things must turn, and someone Rieke adores beyond reason despite her chronic, careless malice, belied by sudden gestures of immense love. The rock amid this tumult is Opa, her grandfather, whose steady kindness and honor remain, even as the world around them descends into hate and violence.

A moving glimpse into a past that is an all-too-possible vision of our future.