How I came to read this book is an interesting story. I was at an art gallery in Manhattan last weekend. A man in his 70’s introduced himself as Yehuda Nir, a professor of psychiatry at Cornell Medical Center in NYC. In the course of the conversation, I discovered that, when he was nine years old, he witnessed his father rounded up by the Nazi’s, never to be seen again – the first of many relatives, friends, and neighbors murdered during the Holocaust. He escaped by living among Catholics and disguising himself as a Catholic alter boy. He wrote about his five year ordeal – fearing discovery, surviving by ingenuity, wit, and often sheer luck in “The Lost Childhood”, a book that has now been translated into seven languages. He had a German translation with him. He is a charming man, with a marvelous sense of humor. I promised to read his book. He asked me to call him when I finished. I said that I would and that I’d meet him for lunch to discuss it. He agreed. I’ve read about 100 pages so far. It’s quite an extraordinary memoir – very engaging and fast paced. I can’t wait to finish and meet him again. More to come ... after the lunch meeting!!!
I finished this book on my way to Australia, but haven't yet met the author for lunch. It went very quickly, so I read it again on my way home and took notes, because I have many questions to ask when I meet Dr. Nir again. It's a wonderful book about hope, courage, love, and family. There's no hype, just a straight forward narrative. It’s amazing that Nir survived to tell this story, while millions of others perished -- first the Russians, then the Nazis, then the Russians again. It leaves you wanting to know so much more about his life after 1945. What became of his mother and his sister, who survived with him? How did he end up in NY at Cornell? How did his experience during WW II influence the rest of his life? Although I have a few minor complaints, I highly recommend this book.
Update: I met Dr. Nir for lunch on Friday, April 17, 2009. I visited him in his apartment (which he owns) on Park Avenue, where we spent an hour discussing his book and bits and pieces of his life. I was also given a tour of his 8-room apartment (very elegant!). He has a beautiful 26-year old daughter studying at Columbia University. Every April 20 (Hitler’s birth date) he takes his family to a nice restaurant in NY to celebrate the fact that Hitler’s dead and he survived. I found this a bit odd, but why not? He’s led a fascinating life since 1944. He earned his M. D. degree in the US and is currently teaching at Cornell University Medical Center in NYC. We went to lunch at a nice Indian restaurant on 3rd Avenue, near his home. There was insufficient time to ask all my questions, so we plan to meet again in the near future – perhaps when I return from Rome.