It took Elizabeth Welt Trahan more than fifty
years to write this heart-rendering account of surviving as a Jewish teen-ager
in wartime Vienna. Her story shocks this reader, not for what it includes but
for what it leaves out.
On the very first page one senses her
reluctance to enter the past. Seemingly overriding the book's title, Trahan
describes her musings as she walks in a small Massachusetts town in the late
twentieth century. On the facing page is a photo of herself , a smiling eight or
ten year old, held by her handsome father. On the following pages, she tiptoes
forward in the present; she cannot bring herself to enter the past until page
five. Even then she dwells upon idyllic childhood vacations at a farm near
Ostrau (Ostrava), Czechoslovakia. Then she quickly retreats to the present…as
well she might, considering what follows.
Without warning, on page 11 we read, "By
late 1942, when grandma and the rest of the family were deported from Ostrau, I
had been in Vienna for almost three years."
It was chilling to read of a family holocaust
disposed of in a subordinate clause. The next paragraph jumps backward to 1938,
shortly after the Nazis marched into Austria;
most of the family was still together, trying
to puzzle out the meaning of a postcard from Aunt Olga, who, with her husband
Max, had fled to Italy. A few pages later in another subordinate clause, we
learn that "Aunt Olga didn't resurface after the war."
In matter-of-fact prose, Trahan coolly details
the utmost tragedy that followed the Nazis' arrival in Ostrau; the panicky
search for any place to go; the difficulty of actually leaving; the abrupt
gravity of an official paper, a passport, a visa, money for bribes; the
considerable number who "couldn’t wrench themselves away from their
For Trahan, the fluke of her father's Romanian
passport prevented their deportation and allowed them to fee to Vienna.
Still tiptoeing into the past, Trahan digresses
for many pages to introduce her extended family and calmly dwells on their fates
---- "Uncle Isidor from Berlin, arrested early in the war and died in a
concentration camp" ----before rushing closer to the present. She hastens
through descriptions of her contacts with the survivors, most of them deeply
traumatized by their wartime losses. Who would not flinch from such devastation?
"So many people appeared briefly….and disappeared again without a
trace," she writes.
"It was a phantasmagorical world….mere
names, faces, question marks,. And we quickly learned not to expect
This is as far as Trahan dares to venture into
her own reactions to her experiences. At age fifteen she leaves Ostrau to join
her father in Vienna, bringing along her own diary.
"I am no Anna Frank" she confesses
immediately, but a few quotations from her diary echo poignantly, so poignantly
that Trahan flees from the subject back into the present.
While her tolerance for delving into the past
seems to expand as the book moves along, her tone remains distant, factual. Thus
we learn, on pages 100 and 101, that the Nazis did a way with almost al of the
185 thousand Jews of Vienna in 1938. By 1945, Trahan was among only 5,000 Jews
who were still alive in the Austrian capital. These pathetic numbers underline
the atmosphere of doom that surrounds her accounts of her teenage friends
gathering in a cemetery on Sundays to gossip, joke, flirt ….as though they
were hanging out at a neighbourhood mall.
This book reverberates with the ambivalence
shared by a great many Holocaust survivors. They want to bear witness to the
horror that enveloped them but must preserve their sanity by adopting a tone of
utmost detachment and lodging the narrative firmly in the present.
Trahan waited fifty years to write this book.
After arriving in the United States in 1947, she earned degrees at Sarah
Lawrence, Cornell, and Yale. Until she retired in 1993, she had a distinguished
teaching career at the universities of Massachusetts and Pittsburgh, the
Monterey Institute of International Studies, and Amherst College. She is
currently on the Board of The National Coalition of Independent Scholars and
book review editor of its publication: "The Independent Scholar". Her
book would certainly make a strong addition to the reading list for any high
school or college classes studying the Holocaust.
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