Hell's traces One murder, two families, thirty-three Holocaust memorials

Victor Ripp

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"In a remarkable meditation on memorial and loss, Victor Ripp recounts his journey to hundreds of Holocaust memorials throughout Europe in an attempt to find affirmation of his lost family members"--

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Genres
Biographies
Travel writing
Published
New York : Farrar, Straus and Giroux [2017]
Language
English
Main Author
Victor Ripp (author)
Edition
First edition
Physical Description
206 pages ; 22 cm
Bibliography
Includes bibliographical references (pages 201-204)
ISBN
9780865478336
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Review by Booklist Review

Ripp (Moscow to Main Street, 1984), as a child, escaped along with his immediate family from France and the ravages of WWII in 1940. As an adult, he retraces both sides of his family history and the steps that took them into and out of harm's way. Dogged by the murder of his three-year-old cousin at Auschwitz, he visits 35 Holocaust memorials in six European countries. Along the way, he begins to understand the choices made by his Jewish family as the Nazis threatened their lives. The families' prewar experiences influenced their decisions to stay or leave. Ripp shows how a country's relationship to Hitler affected its choice of memorials. Memorials can be highly symbolic and abstract or deeply and irrevocably specific. Sometimes they can be self-serving, politically convenient, distracting from a country's sins during the war. Some monuments are hidden and out of the way, while others demand attention, right under one's feet or affixed to houses throughout a city. Hell's Traces is a powerful reminder that one's personal narrative is also the universal story within an immense drama like WWII. Ripp ultimately helps us see how personal choices matter and always will.--Wagner, Leon Copyright 2017 Booklist

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Review by Publisher's Weekly Review

Ripp (Moscow to Main Street) travels to 35 Holocaust memorials in seven countries in an effort to better understand the short life of his cousin Alexandre, while ruminating on the functions of memorials. Ripp never met his cousin, though the two were close in age; Alexandre was only three years old when he was taken to Auschwitz and killed, along with other 10 family members on the author's father's side. The memorials themselves are given more attention than Ripp's family history. Some of the monuments are well known, such as the main Holocaust Memorial in Berlin; others are considerably off the beaten path, such as the Grodno Ghetto memorial in Belarus and Jochen Gerz's "disappearing memorial" in Hamburg, which slowly sank underground and is invisible from street level. Ripp is an engaging and empathic writer who has found a unique, moving way to tell his extended family's story during the Holocaust and to memorably honor his martyred cousin. Agency: Melanie Jackson Agency. (Mar.) © Copyright PWxyz, LLC. All rights reserved.

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Review by Library Journal Review

His father was a Ripp, while his mother descended from the affluent Kahan family with international connections. Members of the Kahans largely escaped the Holocaust, migrating to the United States, where they continued to prosper. Descendants of the Ripps have a different story altogether. One of the many Ripp victims of the Holocaust was the author's young cousin Alexandre, who disappeared into the maws of Auschwitz in the fall of 1942. Decades later, Victor Ripp (Pizza in Pushkin Square) takes a journey of remembrance as he attempts to make sense of his family's past. He traces Alexandre's path from his arrest in Paris to his death in Auschwitz, visiting numerous Holocaust memorials in countries such as Austria, Switzerland, Poland, and Russia. The author reflects on how people shape history, even monuments, to sugarcoat past transgressions. Even memorials to the Holocaust can be used to play political games. (He exclaims of a monument in Vienna, "How do you spell 'self-serving?'") VERDICT With a deft touch, Ripp has written one of the more unusual yet effective Holocaust histories. He doesn't preach, just shows.-David Keymer, Modesto, CA © Copyright 2016. Library Journals LLC, a wholly owned subsidiary of Media Source, Inc. No redistribution permitted.

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Review by Kirkus Book Review

A personal attempt to tackle emotionally the Nazi roundup of a 3-year-old relative to the concentration camps.An American Jew whose family escaped the Nazi death machine when another branch of the family did not, Ripp (Pizza in Pushkin Square: What Russians Think About Americans and the American Way of Life, 1990, etc.) resolved to visit European Holocaust memorials in order to garner a visceral sense of what they expressedand what they were unable to express. The death of his young cousin Alexandre Ripp, in Auschwitz in 1942, followed his "arrest" with his grandmother in Paris in July 1942 ("arrested suggests more force than needed to take a three-year-old into custody"). This served as a poignant reminder that the branch of the family in Berlin with money, the Kahans, was able to emigrate before the Nazis got them, while the working-class Ripps, namely Alexandre's father, Aron, born in Grodno, Poland, and relocated to Paris, were relegated to hiding and eventual execution. The author visited many Holocaust memorials in Europe35, he claimsmany off the beaten path in Poland and Austria, and he is not easily impressed by the good intentions of famous artists. Above all, the author craved a "personal connection" to the memorials, a sense of being moved intimately and outside the institutional setting. "You have to find your proper place in the particular stretch of history that the memorial invokes," writes Ripp. "Tenuously connected or deeply involved, it doesn't matter which, as long as you are honest." His father had come from Grodno, and his memories of the Poles were not generous; the author often scrutinizes and suspects his handlers and translators along the route for being emotionally expedient. Overall, his memoir is prickly and selective, occasionally haphazard, yet he maintains an emotional honestly above all. An idiosyncratic work striving for sense and meaning from a family record of enormous loss and obfuscation. Copyright Kirkus Reviews, used with permission.

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