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Cargando... In the East: How My Father and a Quarter Million Polish Jews Survived the Holocaustpor Mikhal Dekel
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Despite decades of outstanding writing about the Holocaust, the full story of roughly a quarter million Jews who survived Nazi extermination in the Soviet interior, Central Asia, and the Middle East is nearly unknown, even to their descendants. Investigating her late father's mysterious identity as a ?Tehran Child,? literary scholar Mikhal Dekel delved deep into archives ?including Soviet files not previously available to Western scholars?on three continents. She pursued the path of these Holocaust refugees from remote Kolyma in Siberia to Tashkent in Uzbekistan and, with the help of an Iranian friend and colleague, to Tehran. It was there that her father, aunt, and nearly a thousand other Jewish refugee children survived the war. Dekel's part-memoir, part-history, part-literary-political reflection on fate, identity, and memory uncovers the lost story of Jewish refuge in Muslim lands, the complex global politics behind whether refugees live or die, and the collective identity-creation that determines the past we remember. No se han encontrado descripciones de biblioteca. |
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Numerous children of Nazi victims have written memoirs. But most of them do not focus on historical detail . . . A line divided historians from psychologists and memoirists, an underlying assumption that intense historical focus in a memoir makes it less personal . . . I too had begun in this way, treating historical research as an exigency and a means to an end--I would conduct just enough to allow me to write my father's memoir responsibly. But increasingly, the knowledge of historical detail was making me listen more shrewdly but also more empathetically. The more I knew, the more I read, interrogated, and compared accounts and testimonies, the broader, deeper, and more precise my understanding became . . . ( )