Rich Cohen, author of the acclaimed Tough Jews, again narrates a little-known episode of Jewish history, this time altering what we thought we knew about the Holocaust.
Abba Kovner, Vitka Kempner, Ruzka Korczak-comrades, lovers, friends. In the Lithuanian ghetto of Vilna, they were the heart of a breathtakingly courageous underground movement, and when the ghetto was liquidated, they fled to the forests and joined other partisans in continued sabotage and resistance. Riveting, poignant and uplifting, The Avengers is a powerful exploration of resistance and revenge, of courage and dedication, and an inside look at some of the intrepid individuals who fought against the Holocaust and the nazi occupation of Europe.
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About the Author
Rich Cohen is the author of Tough Jews and The Avengers. His work has appeared in The New Yorker and Vanity Fair, among many other publications. He is a contributing editor at Rolling Stone. He lives in New York City.
Hometown:New York, New York
Date of Birth:July 30, 1968
Place of Birth:Lake Forest, Illinois
Education:B.A., Tulane University, 1990
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It is like no Holocaust story I have ever heard. There are no cattle cars in it, and no concentration camps. It takes place in underground hideouts and forest clearings, and in the ruins of German cities after the Second World War.
I first heard the story in 1977, when my family visited Israel, a trip partly chronicled in the photo album my mother put together when we returned to our house in suburban Chicago. The pictures show a smiling family backed by the usual landmarks: Western Wall, Dead Sea, Masada. I was ten years old. My brother was fifteen. In many photographs, he wears black, sun-absorbing concert T-shirts. In one, he makes a muscle. My sister, who would soon turn eighteen, looks bored, like every minute on this trip is another party missed. There is a shot of my father leaning on an Israeli tank, looking into the distance, as if scanning for Babylonians. My mother was taking the pictures, or else holding her hands over her face so no pictures of her could be taken. When it comes to photos, my mom is a classic case of dish-it-out-but-can't-take-it. Viewed together, these pictures record a middle-class Jewish pilgrimage, a family rite, Christmas in the Holy Land: kids squinting through the glare, searching out a lost connection, a link to a homeland that, after all that air travel, feels like just another country.
If you want to know about the rest of our vacation, those moments when the camera stayed in the bag, feuds, quarrels, threats and fits, you must dig deeper, beneath the old diplomas and hockey-mom patches, to the frayed pages of The Cohen Daily News, a newspaper edited and published (by me) during the three weeks we spent in Israel. The paper, which was not really a daily, was handwritten on yellow sheets torn from my father's legal pads. Held together by a clip, the paper was passed from family member to family member. The stories, printed under smudged headlines, set down even the most scandalous rumors. Below my brother's byline ran a piece about my parents: "Herb and Ellen Fool Around." The article talked of a gleam in my dad's eye, of noises on the other side of a wall, of disheveled hair, of laughter. "Ellen was seen under the covers wearing a big smile," the story read. "Talk has it, that was all she was wearing."
Reviews ran in the back of the paper, including my dad's musings on a restaurant in Haifa where every dish was stuffed. "Not only is the food filling," he wrote. "It is stuffing." The last issue of The Cohen Daily News, published as my parents packed, tells of a trip we made to a kibbutz north of Tel Aviv, a visit with relatives once thought lost in the Holocaust. In just a few paragraphs of my sister's blocky print, the story recalls the most important evening of our vacation, our first meeting with the Avengers, veteran fighters who slogged out World War II in the gloomy forests of Eastern Europe, later fought for Bible-bleached Middle Eastern wastes, and were the kind of people who inspired Joseph Goebbels to write in his diary: "One sees what the Jews can do when they are armed." In a dozen sentences, my sister set down the moment that fused the lost connection and made the homeland feel like home an electric moment that lurks just beyond the photos in my mother's album.
We drove to the kibbutz by rental car. The directions given to us by the man at the hotel were useless. Israelis who knows why give directions that are both clipped and broad, like every place is the same place, like any street gets you there: only a fool can miss it. "OK, you come out on the road and you are going," the man said, waving a hand. "You are going and going and going all the time. You are seeing a bridge but you are not going there because you are still going all the time. Then you see a tree, a building, and there you are."
We took a map. I had it on my knees. On family trips, I was the navigator. I was fascinated by maps. This one showed a sliver of land along the sea. Brown, blue. The names of the towns were familiar from religious school: Yafo, Jericho, Beersheba. Looking at the map, I began to sense just how abbreviated Israel is. It seemed the map was actual size. Picking out a town, I would say, "We should be in Netanya in two hours." And just as I was saying this, my father would gear down and say, "Here is Netanya."
We turned onto a road that ran through open fields. Little cars would dart up behind us flashing their lights. You could see them in the rearview mirror. Rolling down his window, my father waved them on. And off they would drive, bounding ahead, trailed by dust. We were going to see Ruzka Korczak; we had been sent by my grandmother. In 1920, my grandmother emigrated to New York from a small town in Poland, where she had nine siblings and an infant niece, the daughter of her oldest brother. Though my grandmother was to be just the first of the children to make the trip, the family ran out of money. And the seasons changed. And the politicians fell. And the War started. Several years after Nazi Germany collapsed, my grandmother got a letter from a woman named Sara, who came from her town in Poland. Sara now lived in Israel, where she searched for survivors, trying to put them back together with lost family. She met ships, studied dockets, interviewed passengers. Early in our vacation, we had lunch with Sara. Even if she had something of interest to say, I missed it. Her husband was named Shlomo; I could not move much beyond that.
In her letter, Sara told my grandmother that almost every Jew in their town had been killed. And yet a member of my grandmother's family had survived the niece. For much of the War, this niece had fought as a partisan in the forest. She was now settled on a kibbutz north of Tel Aviv. "Do you remember your niece?" wrote Sara.
"You are her only family. Her name is Ruzka."
The road climbed up a hill. Looking back, I could see the flat brown country below. It was blurry in the dust. We turned onto a bumpy trail. Fields rolled into the distance. The crops were so green they hurt my eyes. The air smelled like Illinois when the farmers sell their vegetables in town. We went around a bend, and there was Ruzka. I had heard stories about her, things she had done in the War. I had expectations. What I got instead was a slight, smiling, gray-haired Jewish woman not so different from my Grandma Esther, who was just then passing her golden years in a retirement complex in North Miami Beach.
When we stepped from the car, Ruzka gave each of us a hug, as if we had met many times before. She had the rugged face of a farm worker a dramatic backdrop for her eyes, which were warm and youthful. She asked us many questions and seemed to savor each answer, listening as fully as most people talk. As we followed her along the road, she pointed out buildings: "That is the dining hall," she said. "That is where the children live. That is where we keep the guns." In the distance, we could see children, cattle, goats. The kibbutz is a collective, a socialist settlement where you might work in the fields or pick fruit or milk cows. Spotting any cow, a local can say, "That is my cow." The few kibbutzim that still survive are hold-overs, relics from the pioneer days, when such one-for-all communities seemed the best way of coping with scorching summers and marauding neighbors. Looking to the eastern horizon, where the fields turned brown, Ruzka said, "Before we fought the Six Day War in '67, the other side of those fields was Jordan."
Ruzka led us to a white house with a red roof. The windows blazed with light. Inside, the walls were lined with paintings and books. Avi, whom Ruzka married after the War, a handsome, fair-skinned man with white hair and brilliant blue eyes, smiled and said hello. Since emigrating to Palestine in the thirties, Avi had spent much of his life trying to recapture the culture of his youth, the music and literature and food of Austria. "Avi, what are you doing?" asked Ruzka.
He was picking at the tray Ruzka had set out: fruit and vegetables.
"Darling, Ruzka, tell me, why no sausage?"
Ruzka smiled at Avi, and then fixed a plate for each of us.
There was a knock on the door. Then another. The floorboards creaked. The house filled with the smiles and guffaws of old Jews. "This is Abba Kovner," said Ruzka. I had been told Kovner was a poet, that he had won the biggest awards a writer in Israel can win, that soldiers carried his books to war. He looked like no one I had ever seen, a lost Old World prophet. His shoulders were hunched. His body was steely slender, a piece of modern sculpture, edges and angles. His eyes shone with a dark, secretive melancholy. In any picture, his face recedes, more still and somber than the surrounding hills. At his side, never beyond whispering distance, was his wife, Vitka. She was long-limbed, with dark hair and big eyes. Her face was plain until she smiled and her smile remade her face and then her smile was gone and her face fell again into the blank gaze she must have worn as a girl in Eastern Europe.
Abba, Ruzka, Vitka this was not an ordinary relationship, not the conventional idea of a married couple crossing the fence to visit a neighbor. These people had met over thirty years before, in the cramped streets of Vilna, the capital of Lithuania kids caught in the second act of World War II. Some people have tried to cast their relationship in terms of a traditional love triangle. They say Ruzka and Vitka were in love with Abba, or Abba and Ruzka were in love with Vitka, or Vitka and Abba were in love with Ruzka. In truth, all were in love with all. They finished one another's sentences, read one another's thoughts. The things they endured and survived bound them in ways hard for anyone living today to imagine.
For the most part, they did not like to talk about the past, or about their own exploits. They wanted to know about America, or Chicago, or, in my case, the rigors of fifth grade. Only slowly, often from the mouths of other people, did we learn of the underground army they formed in Europe, of the battles they fought with the Germans, of how they escaped Vilna moments before the Jewish ghetto was destroyed. There were also stories of the forest, where they lived and fought for a year, blowing up enemy trains and transports. The forest is where they spent their last days in Europe. It is where the old life came to an end. And it's where the new life began where Israel was born. The story of Abba, Ruzka and Vitka is, after all, a Middle Eastern story. In the woods they were already fighting as Israelis. The courage and grit they found in the trees was the most important thing they would bring to Palestine. The forest is also where they devised the outlandish plots they would carry out in the chaotic days after the War plots whereby they visited a measure of vengeance on the men who had killed their families. As they spoke, the sky outside filled with stars. Constellations wheeled. Yellow light glowed in the windows and the room seemed to fall into the past, to the cities and swamps of their youth.
As I grew up, I spoke with Ruzka and Abba and Vitka numerous times, on trips we took every few years to Israel and on their visits to the United States. In my memory, their story plays out before a shifting backdrop houses by the sea, suburban lawns, crowded restaurants. I once met Abba in Tel Aviv at the Diaspora Museum, which he had conceived and designed. The museum was built to tell the story not just of the slaughter of the Holocaust, but of the years of Jewish life that had come before the slaughter. His hair was long and gray and he wore chinos and kept his hands in his pockets. He led me through halls of documents and photographs. In one room, he stood before a detailed model of the Great Synagogue of Vilna, a graceful network of arches and supports. "How can you know what we lost," said Abba, "if you don't know what we had."
I usually met Abba, Ruzka and Vitka in their homes on the kibbutz, in rooms crowded with books and music and paintings. Abba and Vitka's son, Michael, is a painter, and often I sat looking at his airy watercolors of houses in the Negev desert. As Abba or Ruzka spoke, doors opened and members of the old crowd wandered in, smiling and laughing, filling in the story. To an American, these people seemed an exotic hybrid rugged intellectuals, fighters schooled only by their experience and curiosity. When Ruzka listened, she let her hands fall to her sides, opened her eyes and drank in every word. I often spoke with her as we walked the narrow lanes of the kibbutz, past houses glowing with life, insects underfoot. She held her hands behind her back and talked in a soft voice.
Our visits to the kibbutz were mostly passed happily with our family, with Ruzka and her children who are my cousins Yehuda and Yonat and Ghadi, their spouses, and their children. Still, whenever I found a chance, I steered the conversation back to Europe, their lives before the war, how they survived, what they did when peace came. I suppose I was obsessed. To me, their story seemed to offer a view of history different from what I saw on television or read in books this was World War II as seen from the East, by those on the bottom, by Jews who, with nothing else to lose, decided to fight.
In 1998, I traveled to Israel to meet with Vitka and the other partisans those who were still alive, anyway who had fought with her during the War. By gathering the strands of the story, I hoped to set down a legacy that had been so carefully passed to me. I lived in a guest cottage on the kibbutz and spoke with Vitka each morning, or else she took me to some nearby kibbutz where other former comrades were living. If a person was unwilling to speak of the past, she would tell them I was a cousin of Ruzka's. They would look me over, smile and say, "Ruzka was wonderful. Let us speak in the garden."
Over a period of several weeks, these people told me in greater detail stories I already knew and also told me others I could never have imagined, stories they had never told anyone, the last great secrets of the War. When I asked Vitka why she had kept these things hidden, she frowned. Abba did not want these stories told, she explained. Israel was then living under a terrorist threat and Abba was afraid members of extremist groups might use his actions during the War as an excuse for their own behavior. Even more, he was afraid other Jews would not understand the life he had lived in Europe; removed from the context of war, his actions might seem brutal or cruel.
I asked Vitka why she had decided to tell the story now, and she talked about time and how things change. When Abba and Ruzka died, she realized that, if she did not tell their story, it might die with her.
One evening, on the kibbutz, Vitka led me into the fields, beyond the furthest porch light. A bird rose in the sky. Stars danced on the horizon. We reached a patch of manicured grass, each blade trembling in the evening breeze. Headstones were set in neat rows, dates of birth and death spanning the short history of the nation. On the edge of the cemetery, Vitka stood over two graves: Abba and Ruzka, buried just a few feet apart. To the other side of Abba, there was a third plot, an empty plot, which Vitka was careful not to step on. Vitka placed a small rock on each headstone, closed her eyes and said something under her breath. She looked at the ground, then back toward the kibbutz. "Come," she said. "Let's go home."
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Fascinating... Rich Cohen writes of the partisan Abba Kovner and his comrades with skill, passion, sensitivity, and great sustaining hope.
Cohen's new book is the antidote to Hannah Arendt's theory that Jews went quietly to their deaths during the Nazi Holocaust. This fine work is an inspiration for anyone who cares about the human spirit.
Reading Group Guide
"A tremendous story." —The Washington Post
The questions, discussion topics, and author biography that follow are intended to enhance your group's reading of Rich Cohen's The Avengers, a riveting and powerful look at the intrepid individuals who fought against the Holocaust and the Nazi occupation of Europe.
1. "It is like no Holocaust story I have ever heard. There are no cattle cars in it, and no concentration camps. It takes place in underground hideouts and forest clearings, and in the ruins of German cities after the Second World War" [p. 3]. So begins Rich Cohen's book The Avengers. Clearly Cohen is drawn to the story of Abba, Ruzka, and Vitka because of its powerful difference from most Holocaust stories that Jewish children are told. What is the effect, particularly upon a child's mind, of having the Holocaust as a formative narrative of identity?
2. As in Tough Jews, Cohen is driven by a discomfort with the idea of Jews as passive victims. Does The Avengers alter the impression that Jews were led "like sheep to the slaughter"? Why were the partisans largely unsuccessful in getting Jews to join them in resistance to the Nazis? Is it troubling that Abba, Vitka, and Ruzka left members of their own families behind in ghettoes that would eventually be taken by the Nazis?
3. What are some of the possible ethical responses to the genocide the Nazis engineered? Is the Talmud's "an eye for an eye" a more appropriate response than the Christian concept of "turning the other cheek"? Was Abba Kovner's plot to poison Nazis in the Nuremberg camp a sensible and moral response? On page 213, Cohen calls Kovner a "fanatic," the leader of a group of avengers whose "mere existence was their victory." Should Kovner be considered a fanatic, a hero, or both?
4. Cohen implies that for the partisans, fighting back put them in a strange position at times. With the massacre of civilians carried out in the pro-Nazi town of Konyuchi, the line between the partisans and the Germans became blurred: "The rebels sat for hours at the campfire, asking themselves, 'Who are we?'"[p. 145]. How did this conflict of identity affect the partisan cause? How were they able to justify their own use of violence?
5. The Catholic nun who helps the partisans tells Vitka, "In this situation, a Jew is the only decent thing to be" [p. 40]. Who are some of the other quietly heroic people who come into play in the story? Does The Avengers give a sense of why such people were ultimately helpless in changing the tide of events as the Nazis liquidated ghetto after ghetto throughout Europe?
6. Rich Cohen occasionally uses the techniques of fiction in telling his story, manipulating narrative point of view and verb tense. See, for instance, the first full paragraph on page 177, or the final full sentence on page 188. What effect do these moments have? On whose testimony does the factual basis of the story rest? How much imaginative reconstruction, in the interest of telling such a riveting tale, might Cohen have had to do?
7. Photographs of the story's three protagonists appear on pages 151-52. Cohen writes, "You can reconstruct a moment from this picture: the fading light, the shock of return, the sense of no victory" [p. 152]. What in fact can be gathered from the photographshere and elsewhere in the bookof Abba, Vitka, and Ruzka, in various poses and at various times of their lives? What sense does the reader get of their different personalities, and the ways in which their individual characters were shaped by experiences during the war?
8. To what degree did a youthful commitment to Zionism shape the choices made by Abba, Vitka, and Ruzka? How important was the political ideology of Zionism to their lives in Israel? How did their commitment to Zionism change over the years?
9. When Ruzka departed for Palestine, Cohen says, "For the first time, [Abba and Vitka] lived as a couple, perhaps sensing the life they would spend together. . . It was the end of the life they had lived with Ruzka and the beginning of something new" [pp. 166-67]. What role might their triangulated relationship have played in the motivations of Abba, Vitka, and Ruzka, both during the war and afterward? Is there, as Cohen suggests, an element of romantic drama in this aspect of the story?
10. Given that Jewish leaders in Palestine, immediately after the war, were caught up in their struggle to found a Jewish state, is it surprising to find that they had little interest in Abba Kovner's plan for revenge against the Germans? How did Kovner himself come to realize that it was time to turn his energies toward the future of Israel and away from his desire for retribution?
For discussion of THE AVENGERS and TOUGH JEWS:
1."I've taken it upon myself, though not with any real plan, to challenge stereotypes of Jewish history," Rich Cohen has said. "One is the idea of Jews as passive objects of history and the other is Jews as victims. . . . The Avengers was a natural outgrowth of the first book, part of the same project, which was to look back and tell history with the breadth with which it was lived. These weren't Jews that were saved when somebody else was saving the Jews, although those people are in my book too. These were Jews who saved themselves." What do Rich Cohen's two books have in common, and do they reflect their author's effort to challenge popular stereotypes? How, in each case, does he fulfill his desire to "tell history with the breadth with which it was lived"?
2. Cohen points out that several of the Jewish gangsters were strongly anti-Nazi during the war, and that Bugsy Siegel might have been involved in an assassination attempt against Goering and Goebbels. The gangsters "understood Nazis in a way most law-abiding adults could not" [p. 189]. Are there similar qualities of toughnessor a refusal to be bulliedin the protagonists of his two books? Why do some brave and nonconformist people become criminals, while others become heroes?
Most Helpful Customer Reviews
This book was a fun read! Rich Cohen takes a "fighter" approach to it and relays the story of Abba Kovner, the leader of Jewish resistance in the Vilna ghetto. In this book, there is no room for self-pity, ruminations and "why" questions; Cohen writes in a quick pace and makes it all sound more like a novel than a biography.
If you thought the holocaust was all about the Jewish people passively marching to their deaths then you need to read The Avengers by Rich Cohen. It speaks of a different side of the holocaust, the one in which the Jews fight back for their religion, freedom, and lives. This book brought to light for me the Jewish undergrounds that were established within, and outside, of the ghettos. The story of Abba Kovner's organization of plans for revolt, and concealment of Jewish families taught me how working together can create monumental outcomes. The author's accounting of numerous sabotages against the Germans by the organized revolts was an excellent way to put the Germans behind on their transports and supplies which harmed their war efforts. A large portion of the book is devoted to Palestine. I learned that this once was a promised land, Jewish paradise, but it was extremely hard to enter Palestine. Ruzka Korczak's trail to Palestine was made difficult because of capture by Germans, imprisonment at Atlit, and disbelief by others of the atrocities being committed. Though Ruzka seems like a small innocent woman she would give her life to save the Jewish people. I was also unaware of a place called Ponar and the description of this experience by a young girl sent a shudder through my body. "It was very cold and the bodies beneath her were frozen and she could see legs broken so that the bone showed and arms doubled-back and everywhere the faces of the old and young, ice forming around their lips." The courage and strength which thrived within the Jewish people was inspirational. I learned a new side to the holocaust and would hope that I too would fight for my rights under similar circumstances.
Reading many novels on World War II and the horrific views of the Jews and their journey through extermination, I have never read a book quite like this. The Avengers: A Jewish War Story is the most unique because of how this true story of meaning and courage brings out a much-needed story of revenge. The book shows the journey of three young Jewish partisan fighters, Abba Kovner, Vitka Kempner and Ruzka Korczak who were described as comrades, lovers, and friends. They were leaders of the Young Guard who fought and escaped their Vilna ghetto in Lithuania to forming their Jewish resistance group, The Avengers in the forests of Rudnicki. The Avengers formed the Jewish Brigade who set on dangerous missions avenging The Nazis and the millions of deaths of the Jewish race. As the end of the war approached, they all set separately on a path of discovery and reason to Palestine, where they would fight for independence as a Jewish state against the Arab world and be together once again. The reader should pick this book over other World War II books because it's a book with a different approach and outlook on World War II outside of the concentration camps. It shows a positive aspect of fighting back and there was a hope and future of the Jewish people. The three avengers relay their actions and their positive mindset that made them such riveting and passionate people. They believed in their people and knew that they weren't going to sit back; they were going to get up and fight for their lives. My likes of this book was it always was entertaining that I never wanted to set it down. I always wanted to find out what else was going to happen because of the main characters. Vitka and Ruzka were so inspiring because they were not only teenagers, but they were women. They were my age when they fought thousands of Germans and carried out dangerous missions. I had no particular dislikes to this book because it was such a gripping and detailed novel that always had me wanting more. Cohen, who heard the story on a visit to see his cousin Ruzka, told and conveyed such a story that allowed him to show the passion and persistence of these three young kids. His interpretation of the story showed the reader a suspenseful tale of their remarkable lives and how they survived based on their actions. Other recommended works would include Tough Jews also by Rich Cohen, Fighting Back by Harold Werner, Fugitives of the Forest by Allan Levine and Defiance by Nechama Tec which was later made into a major motion picture starring Daniel Craig. I will never forget this novel because of how powerful the book chronicles an aspect of a story of courage, danger, and individuals like Abba, Vitka, and Ruzka overcoming and risking their lives to ensure a future for their people.
the book was easy to read, (considering the subject), and engaging; lending to provocative conversations
I am an avid reader. However, only two works have sufficiently kept my attention to read in one sitting: 'The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn' (required reading in English 101 many years ago) and 'The Avengers.' Without diminishing Rich Cohen's fabulous storytelling ability, it is the story itself that renders the book a 'must read.' It's the story of Abba, Ruzka, and Vitka, three common folks, whose magnificent struggle give us the ultimate hope for humanity, the hope when compassion and courage merge and give birth to social justice. This is a story that should not be kept within the carefully drawn community of Jewish intellectuals and Holocaust historians. It must be made into a feature film so people from all walks of life may experience both the horrors and triumphs of humanity's darkest moment.
A beautiful book that shows any one who reads it how a group of people survived one of the most terrible experiences of the 20th century. This history demonstrates not only the courage and strength of the partisans but the softer and more compassionate side of WW2.
The Avengers Rich Cohen¿s book, ¿The Avengers¿, is the true tale of three leaders of the underground resistance fighters in the Vilna ghetto: Abba Kovner, Vitka Kempner and Ruzka Korczak. It is a tale of three people with passion and courage, with intelligence and foresight. It is a tale not of people being led into camps, but of people fighting in hideouts, sewers, forest bunkers. Mr. Cohen grew up hearing this story from Ruzka, his cousin, and later from Abba and Vitka and others during visits to Israel from the age of 10 on. While there is an extensive bibliography, the story is primarily told not as one would write a research thesis, but as one might hear an oral history. It reads like a novel with details and ¿color¿ of the moment. The following paragraph occurs when German troops are rounding up Jews for relocation in 1943 and are blowing up buildings to root out the underground: ¿Through the window, Ruzka saw the German with the case (bomb) and mustache walk into her building. She ordered the unit to retreat. They raced down the stairs and jumped through a window into the courtyard. Ruzka twisted her ankle. Getting to her feet, she remembered the bag of ammunition in the bunker. She pulled herself through the window and started back upstairs. He ankle ached. She could not find the bag. The German with the mustache ran out of the building. The soldiers sprinted down the street. Ruzka found the bag and ran downstairs. As she hit the landing, she heard a click and dove through the window. While she was still in the air, she felt the explosion and its violence wear through her and then Vitka was dragging her into 15 Straszun.¿ Mr. Cohen carefully explores the relationship between the underground and other Jews especially the Jewish leadership. Second to the bravery and political wisdom of the resistance fighters, it is the most interesting part of the book. Jacob Gens, the Jew appointed ghetto police chief by the Germans, capitulates to the Germans repeatedly and at every turn, handing over whatever Jews were asked for. An eyewitness to the mass shooting in the forest returns and Gens calls her crazy. He and the vast majority of the ghetto Jews refuse to believe that the great number of people who were ¿relocated¿ had been killed. Abba Kovner understood the truth from the early days of the ghetto but few were converted to this understanding. Gens even sent Jewish thugs to fight the underground. Yet Mr. Cohen declines to make the ultimate moral judgement of this chief of police who felt he was doing his best to save as much of the ghetto as possible and even allowed his own arrest without escape for this purpose. The tale continues by painting the life of the partisans in the forest: their organization, their means of survival, and their successes. It continues through postwar Europe and the early days of the State of Israel. Through this engaging book we gain a good understanding of the Vilna resistance fighters, an important but less well-known aspect of the ¿Jewish War¿.
I have now read 'The Avengers, a Jewish War Story' by Rich Cohen several times and believe that it is the single most stirring and meaningful book I have ever read on the Holocaust and the subsequent European jewish movement to Israel. The book, written by a journalist tells the story of 3 basically ordinary jewish persons caught up in the Vilna, Lithuania jewish ghetto who refuse to go to their deaths as sheep to slaughter. What is extraordinary here is the details of how these persons lead the struggle to save jewish lives and had the information and subsequent vision to see that every jew would be killed unless drastic action is taken. Their actions went beyond any personal prior experience and in the face of massive death and overwhelming odds against survival. The book also explains how they were able to pass through the ensuing insanity to build new lives in Israel. I don't think that I have the personal eloquence to explain the psycology in effect here. One must read the book for themselves to try to understand. Other writers, such as Primo Levi have picked up on some of the themes. I am a little bothered by how Mr. Cohen can understand the detailed thoughts of each of the 3 main characters, Abba Kovner, Vitka Kempner, and Ruzka Korzcak; although it is clear that he met with these persons numerous times and had a special opportunity to gather information, as one of these persons (Ruzka Korzcak) was an actual relative of his. However, through checking of some of the details through other sources, I have become aware that Mr. Cohen has simplified some of the information and also sanitized the stories a little. It seems to me his technique is legitimate in creating a story as powerful as this one and to help explain how these persons were able to go on for literally 4-6 years of struggle. Yet, I still think more details would be helpful. For example, I would like to know how many actual deaths were caused by the poisoning of prisoners' bread at Nurenberg after the war by members of the Avengers. What is truly miraculous is that each of these persons survived to live a full life in Israel (and a few others at various other places in the world) after WWII, to have families and to create a legacy for the future so others can understand and learn from this unprecedented time in world history. In short, I would suggest that every jew needs to read this book to help understand part of their history. The book is also highly appropriate reading for any huministically minded non-jew as well.