The Iron Tracks
A novel
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Publisher Description
A NEW YORK TIMES NOTABLE BOOK
How does one live after surviving injustice? What satisfaction comes from revenge? Can the past ever be left behind?
Masterfully composed and imbued with extraordinary feeling and understanding, The Iron Tracks is a riveting tale of survival and revenge by the writer whom Irving Howe called "one of the best novelists alive today."
Ever since he was released from a concentration camp forty years earlier, Erwin Siegelbaum has been obsessively riding the trains of postwar Austria. His days are filled with drink, his nights with brief love affairs and the torments of his nightmares. What keeps him sane is his mission to collect the menorahs, kiddush cups, and holy books that have survived their vanished owners. And the hope that one day he will find the Nazi officer who murdered his parents—and have the strength to kill him.
A haunting exploration of one survivor's complex, wrenching, inner world, The Iron Tracks is distinguished by the depth of insight and the distinctively stark, elegant style that have won Aharon Appelfeld recognition as one of the world's great writers.
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The neglected towns and rundown railroad stations of post-Holocaust Europe have a hold on Erwin Siegelbaum. He wanders them in an endless cycle, searching for his lost childhood, for nearly destroyed Jewish treasures and, most especially, for a man named Nachtigel, a former German officer who murdered Erwin's parents in the concentration camps. He is not alone. Others like him--Jewish men without families, burdened by memory--travel the same routes, competing with Erwin for the remains of candlesticks and prayer books, bearing the weight so often felt by Holocaust survivors: "No one knew what to do with the life that had been saved." As Erwin begins his yearly cycle of traveling, he makes a startling discovery: Nachtigel, now an old man, has been sighted in a nearby town. This news challenges Erwin to live up to his lifelong promise: to shoot Nachtigel and, in doing so, free himself. Appelfeld (translated with great care from the Hebrew by Green) writes with empathy but never sentimentality. With insistence and clarity, he recalls the prewar cruelty between Jewish Communists and Jewish factory owners; the often bloody scavenging by camp survivors after the war; and now, 40 years later, the search for meaning in religion, in old friendships, in the simple fact of continued existence. When Erwin says, "...and in this repetition lies a strange hopefulness," Appelfeld (Katerina; To the Land of the Cattails) may well be speaking of his own career. No other Israeli writer has written about the world of the Holocaust so often and with such devotion; certainly few writers at all have done so better than he does here.
