“[B]reathtakingly threaded together from start to finish with the sound of a beating heart.” —The New York Times
“Immersive, both heartbreaking and redemptive, steeped in harrowing historical events and heroic acts of compassion that will have you reflecting on the best and worst the human heart has to offer.” —Lisa Wingate, New York Times bestselling author of Before We Were Yours
From the internationally bestselling author of The German Girl, an unforgettable family saga exploring a hidden piece of World War II history and the lengths a mother will go to protect her children—perfect for fans of Lilac Girls, We Were the Lucky Ones, and The Alice Network.
BERLIN, 1939. The dreams that Amanda Sternberg and her husband, Julius, had for their daughters are shattered when the Nazis descend on Berlin, burning down their beloved family bookshop and sending Julius to a concentration camp. Desperate to save her children, Amanda flees toward the south of France, where the widow of an old friend of her husband’s has agreed to take her in. Along the way, a refugee ship headed for Cuba offers another chance at escape and there, at the dock, Amanda is forced to make an impossible choice that will haunt her for the rest of her life. Once in Haute-Vienne, her brief respite is interrupted by the arrival of Nazi forces, and Amanda finds herself in a labor camp where she must once again make a heroic sacrifice.
NEW YORK, 2015. Eighty-year-old Elise Duval receives a call from a woman bearing messages from a time and country that she forced herself to forget. A French Catholic who arrived in New York after World War II, Elise is shocked to discover that the letters were from her mother, written in German during the war. Despite Elise’s best efforts to stave off her past, seven decades of secrets begin to unravel.
Based on true events, The Daughter’s Tale chronicles one of the most harrowing atrocities perpetrated by the Nazis during the war. Heartbreaking and immersive, it is a beautifully crafted family saga of love, survival, and redemption.
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New York, April 2015
“Is this Ms. Duval? Elise Duval?” The voice on the phone repeated her name while she remained silent. “We were in Cuba recently. My daughter and I have some letters in German that belong to you.”
Elise had always been able to foresee the future. But not today. Today, she could never have predicted.
For an instant, she thought the call must be a mistake. After all, she was French, and had been living in New York for the last seventy years, ever since an uncle on her mother’s side had adopted her at the end of the war. Now, her only living relatives were her daughter, Adele, and her grandson, Etienne. They were her entire world, and everything that came before was shrouded in darkness.
“Ms. Duval?” the woman’s voice said again, gentle but insistent. Fraught with terror, Elise groped for some support, afraid she might faint.
“You can come see me this afternoon,” was all she managed to say before hanging up, neglecting to check first whether she had any appointments, or if she should consult her daughter. She heard the woman’s name, Ida Rosen, and her daughter’s, Anna, but her memory was a blank, closed to the past. She was certain only that she had no wish to verify the credentials of the stranger and her daughter. There was no need to give them her address, because they already had it. The call had not been a mistake. That much she knew.
Elise spent the next few hours trying to imagine what might lie behind their brief conversation. Rosen, she repeated to herself as she searched among the dim shadows of those who had crossed the Atlantic with her after the war.
Only a few hours had passed, and already the call was beginning to fade in her limited, selective memory. “There’s no time to remember,” she used to tell her husband, then her daughter, and now her grandson.
She felt vaguely guilty at having agreed so readily to receive this stranger. She should have asked who had written the letters, why they had ended up in Cuba, what Mrs. Rosen and her daughter were doing there. Instead, she had said nothing.
When the doorbell finally rang, her heart leapt out of her chest. She tried to shut her eyes and prepare herself, taking a deep breath and counting the heartbeats: one, two, three, four, five, six—a trick learned from childhood, one of her only clear memories. She had no idea how long she had spent in her bedroom, dressed in her navy blue suit, waiting.
It was as if her senses had suddenly been heightened at the sound of the bell. Her hearing became sharper. Now, she could just make out the breathing of the two strangers outside the door waiting to see a weary old widow. But why? She paused with her hand on the lock, hoping against hope this visit was no more than an illusion, something she had dreamed, one of the many crazy notions brought on by the years. She closed her eyes and tried to visualize what would happen, but nothing came.
It was becoming clear to Elise that this meeting wasn’t about the future. Instead, it signified the return of a past she could no longer keep out, a constant shadow ever since the day she had disembarked in the port of New York, when the hand of an uncle who was to become a father rescued her from her oblivion. But he could never bring back her memories, removed by necessity, for the sake of her survival.
She opened the door resolutely. A shaft of light blinded her. The noise of the elevator, a neighbor going downstairs, a dog barking, and the wail of an ambulance siren distracted her for a second. The woman’s smile brought her back to reality.
Elise motioned for them to come in. Without yet saying a word, she avoided making the slightest gesture that might betray her terror. The girl, Anna, who looked to be twelve years old, came over and hugged her round the waist. She had no idea how to respond. Maybe she should have let her hands drop onto the little girl’s shoulders, or stroked her hair the way she used to do when her own daughter was the same age.
“You’ve got blue eyes,” she said timidly.
What a ridiculous thing to say! I should have said she had beautiful eyes, thought Elise, trying not to notice that they were the same blue, almond-shaped, and hooded eyes as hers, that her profile . . . No, she told herself fearfully, because it was her own reflection she saw in the face of this strange little girl.
Making an effort, Elise led the pair of them into the living room. Just as she was asking them to sit down, Anna handed her a small, lusterless, ebony box.
Elise carefully opened the box. By the time she finished unfolding the first letter, written in faded ink on a page from a botanical album, her eyes were brimming with tears.
“Does this belong to me?” she whispered, clasping the crucifix around her neck, a charm that had accompanied her ever since she could remember.
“Your eyes,” she repeated, staring at Anna with anguish.
Elise tried to stand up, but could feel her heart failing her. She was losing control over herself, over the life she had so carefully constructed. She could see her own face at a distance, staring at the scene from afar like another witness in the room.
Her palms grew sweaty, the box fell from her grasp, the letters spilling out onto the carpet. A photograph of a family with two little girls with a frightened gaze lay buried among yellowing sheets of paper. Elise saw herself closing her eyes and a stabbing pain in her chest took away her balance. Collapsing onto the faded carpet, she knew it was happening, at last: the final act of forgetting.
Silence, walls of silence all around her. She tried to recall how many times a heart could stop and then start beating again. One . . . silence. Two . . . another, even longer pause. Three . . . the void. The silence between one heartbeat and the next cut her off from the world. She wanted to hear one more. Four. And another. She breathed in as deeply as she could. Five . . . just one more and she would be safe. Silence. Six!
“Elise!” The shout made her stir. “Elise!”
That name, that name. Elise. It wasn’t her, for she was no one. She did not exist, she had never existed. She had lived a life that didn’t belong to her, had created a family she had deceived, spoke a language that wasn’t hers. All these years spent fleeing from who she truly was. To what end? She was a survivor, and that was not a mistake, nor a misunderstanding. By the time the paramedics lifted her onto the gurney, she had already forgotten the other woman and her blue-eyed daughter, forgotten the letters written in a strange language, the photograph.
But in the space of forgetting, a memory emerged. Herself, as a little girl, trying to find her way through a thick forest, surrounded by enormous trees that prevented her from seeing the sky. How could she know where she was going, if she couldn’t see the stars? Blood on her cheek, hands, her dress, but not hers. A body lying lifeless on the ground in a gory mess. No helping hand to support her. She could feel the thick, damp air, hear her childish voice stammer: “Mama! Mama!” She was lost, abandoned in the darkness.
In the fog of jumbled memories, she saw it all: the letters, the ebony box, the purple jewel case, a threadbare soccer ball, a wounded soldier. Withered flowers and blurred lines.
It had taken this little girl, Anna, for Elise to discover who she really was, stripping off the mask she had been wearing for seven decades. The past was now rewarding her with this final, unexpected visit, with the image of handwriting on the pages of a familiar book, a book not important because of what it said, but for the hours she had spent tracing the letters and flowers that had been with her every day of her childhood.
“Hydrocharismorsus-ranae,” she whispered.
She felt herself floating freely like one of those aquatic plants, its flowers tinged with yellow. She was delirious, but if she could remember, that meant she was still alive. It was time to allow herself to die, but first she had to do something with the pages torn from the mutilated book. Yet the damage was done; she had no right to ask for forgiveness.
She shut her eyes and counted her heartbeats. The silences between them helped drive away the fear. Who had taught her to do that?
“Ready!” she heard.
She felt a weight on her crushed chest. The first electric shock produced palpitations of a kind she had never experienced. She told herself she wasn’t going to let them revive her. She didn’t want to live. As a child, she had been put on an enormous ocean liner, and had never dared to look back. She wasn’t going to look back now.
The second shock brought new warmth, forced her to open her eyes. Tears began to flow, beyond her control. She couldn’t tell if she was alive or not, and that made her weep. Someone took her by the hand and gently stroked her brow.
“Mama!” She heard her daughter’s tearful voice. She was so close that Elise could not distinguish her features.
Would she be able to find the words to explain to Adele, her only daughter, that she had brought her up with a lie?
“Elise, how do you feel? I’m so sorry . . .” Ida was there as well, clearly distressed by the effect of her visit.
Adele stood silent. She couldn’t understand what this stranger and her daughter were doing here in the hospital with her mother, a dying old woman.
In a language she no longer recognized, Elise heard herself muttering a phrase that came from somewhere beyond: “Mama, verlass mich nicht.” Don’t leave me.
One . . . silence, two . . . silence, three . . . silence, four, five . . . She took a deep breath, waiting for the next heartbeat.
Summer of 1939
My little Viera,
It’sonly been a few hours, but your mama misses you terribly. The hours are days, weeks, months to me, but I take comfort in knowing that you will still hear me at night, your nights, which for me are early mornings, when I sing in your ear and read you the pages of your favorite botanical album.
Youare like those flowers that have to learn to survive on an island, in damp earth and with a scorching sun. You need light to thrive, and there will be plenty of that over there. It will be piercing, but don’t be afraid of it, because I’m sure you will grow and become stronger all the time.
Yoursistermissesyou.Whenwego to bed, she asks me to tell her stories about you and those happy days when we were a family. Be strong, stay in the sunshine and grow, so that when we meet again, because we will meet again, you can run to us and hug us, just like we did in the port at the foot of that enormous ship.
My Viera, remember that your mother, although so far away, is watching over you. When you’re afraid, count your heartbeats to calm down, the way Papa taught you to do. Your sister is an expert at that as well now. Remember, at first they are rapid, but as soon as you start to number them, you’ll discover the silence between each one. Fear goes away as the space between them grows. Don’t forget that, little one.
Every Friday, light two candles, close your eyes, and think of us. We are with you.
All my love,
Amanda Sternberg had always been terrified that she’d meet her end by fire, so somehow it wasn’t all that surprising to her that her books would soon meet the same fate.
The student union had already left her a warning pamphlet with their TwelveTheses at her small bookshop in Charlottenburg, and so she had to begin the cleanup, from the front window to the deepest recesses of the storage room. She was supposed to get rid of all books that could be considered offensive, unpatriotic, or not sufficiently German. This parody of Luther’s theses was intended to eliminate all Jewishness from the printed universe, and had reached every book owner in the country. Amanda was certain that only a small number of her volumes would survive. She had spent so many years among parchments, manuscripts, volumes with calfskin covers and hand-drawn illustrations, tales of duels, furtive lovers, diabolical pacts, deranged madmen. They constituted her own past and that of her family, her father’s love, the art of ancient scribes: all of it would now be reduced to ashes. A truly Wagnerian act ofpurification, she told herself.
She still clung to the desperate hope that a storefront with the sign garden of letters might escape notice. If she showed German purity in the window display, and hid the books she loved most in the back room, perhaps they would leave her in peace. The clouds too were on her side: several weeks of rain had slowed down the advance of the bonfires.
Despite her shred of hope, she could not put her family at risk and so had decided finally to begin the cruel task. But first she lay down beside one of the bookcases, resting her head against the warm floorboards. Gazing up at the cobwebbed ceiling, she allowed her mind to drift among the cracks and damp patches above, each with its tale to tell, like the volumes of a book. Who had brought it, why they acquired it, how hard it had been for the shipment to be accepted in that city obsessed with judging every idea, every metaphor, every simile, and the need to find one culprit to toss into the fire in the middle of a plaza trembling with applause and cantatas. In the infinite bonfire she foresaw, not a single book would survive, because in even the most German, the most nationalist, the purest of them, countless ambiguities could be found. She knew well that no matter how the author fashions his characters, no matter which words he chooses, it is always the reader who holds the power of interpretation. “In the end, the scent of books, even of autumn, depends on our sense of smell,” she murmured to herself, trying to swim among possible solutions, none of which proved to be viable.
She sighed and placed her hands on her abdomen, which would soon begin to swell. The tinkle of the door-chime roused her from her lethargy. Tilting her head backward, she recognized the silhouette: only Julius came into the bookshop at this time of day.
The man knelt behind her resting head. His large, warm hands covered her ears as he kissed her first on the forehead, then on the tip of her nose, and finally on her warm lips. She was always overjoyed at the sight of Julius crossing the threshold of the store in his charcoal gray overcoat, cracked leather briefcase in hand.
“How have my darlings been?” came Julius Sternberg’s deep gentle voice. “What were you dreaming of?”
Amanda wanted to tell him she was fantasizing about her shop swarming with customers eager to buy the latest books, about a city without soldiers, with only the distant rumble of automobiles and streetcars, but he spoke again before she could say anything.
“We’re running out of time,” he said. “You have to get rid of the books.”
His tone made her shudder, and she responded with pleading eyes. “Let’s go upstairs, now, darling. Your baby and I are hungry,” was all he said.
Their living room was a kind of garden bordered by a wall of literature. Brocade curtains with floral patterns, tapestries showing bucolic scenes, carpets as thick as newly mown grass, and every spare surface occupied by books.
Over dinner, Amanda made polite conversation so that Julius wouldn’t return to the most pressing topic. She told him she had sold an encyclopedia, that someone had ordered a collection of Greek classics, that Fräulein Hilde Krahmer, her favorite customer, had not been by the bookstore for a week now, whereas previously she would come after teaching her classes and spend hours browsing the shelves, without ever buying anything.
“First thing tomorrow, clear out the shopwindow,” Julius demanded. When he saw how his stern voice made Amanda recoil, he went over and pulled her to him for an instant. He leaned his head against her chest and breathed in the perfume of his wife’s freshly washed hair.
“Don’t you get tired of listening to hearts?” asked Amanda with a smile.
Gesturing for her to be silent, Julius knelt down to put his ear to her stomach and replied,“I can hear hers too. We’ll have a daughter, I’m sure of it, with a heart as beautiful as her mother’s.”
Since his schooldays in Leipzig, Julius had been fascinated by the heart—its irregular rhythms, its electrical impulses, its alternating beats and silences. “There’s nothing stronger,” he told her when they were newlyweds and he was still at the university, always adding the caveat: “The heart can resist all kinds of physical trauma, but sadness can destroy it in a second. So no sadness in this house!”
They waited until he had his practice established before having their ﬁrst child. Amanda would go with him to his oﬃce to try out the electrocardiogram recently acquired during a trip to Paris. It was a great novelty in Charlottenburg, and looked to Amanda like a complicated version of the Singer sewing machine that she kept in the attic.
That night in bed, buoyed by the thought of his daughter growing inside Amanda, Julius enthusiastically described to her the phases of the heartbeat. “A heart in diastole,” he explained to her as she lay in his arms, “is resting.” He went on, and bewildered by his terminology, Amanda soon fell asleep on the chest of the man who had been protecting her and her baby from the horror brewing among their neighbors, the city, the whole country, and apparently the entire continent. She knew he was taking good care of her heart, and that was enough to make her feel safe.
She woke with a start in the middle of the night, and tiptoed out of the room without switching on the light so as not to rouse Julius. A strange feeling led her down to one of the shelves in the back room where the books not for sale were stored.
The shelf was piled high with books by the Russian poet Mayakovsky, the favorite of her brother Abraham, who had left Germany several years earlier for a Caribbean island. There too, with their worn spines, were the storybooks her father had once read to her at bedtime. She paused to consider which she would choose if she could save only one. It didn’t take her long: she would protect the French botanical album with its hand-painted illustrations of exotic plants and ﬂowers that her father had brought back from a work trip to the colonies. Picking up the volume whose unique scent reminded her of her father, she observed how the pages were yellowing and how the ink on some of the drawings was fading. She could still recall the exact names of the plants in both Latin and French, because before she fell asleep her father used to speak of them as if they were souls abandoned in distant lands.
Opening a page at random, she paused to look at Chrysanthemum carinatum. She closed her eyes and could hear her father’s resonant voice describing that plant originally from Africa, tricolor, with yellow ligules at the base and ﬂower heads so long they ﬁlled you with emotion.
She took the book back up to her bedroom and placed it under her pillow. Only when she had done so was she able to sleep peacefully.
The next morning, Julius woke her with a kiss on the cheek. The aroma of cedar and musk from his shaving cream brought back memories of their honeymoon in the Mediterranean. She hugged him to keep him with her, burying her head against his long, muscular neck, and whispering, “You were right. It’s going to be a girl. I dreamed it. And we’ll call her Viera.”
“Welcome, Viera Sternberg,” Julius replied, wrapping Amanda in his powerful arms.
A few minutes later, she ran to the window to wave goodbye and saw he was already at the street corner, surrounded by a gang of youngsters wearing swastika armbands.
But Amanda wasn’t worried. She knew that nothing intimidated Julius. No blow or shout, much less an insult. He looked back before turning the corner, and smiled up at her. That was enough. Amanda was ready now to sift through the shelves, having already chosen the book she would save from the bonﬁre.
Reading Group Guide
This reading group guide for The Daughter’s Tale includes an introduction, discussion questions, ideas for enhancing your book club, and a Q&A with author Armando Lucas Correa. The suggested questions are intended to help your reading group find new and interesting angles and topics for your discussion. We hope that these ideas will enrich your conversation and increase your enjoyment of the book.
From the bestselling author of The German Girl, an unforgettable family saga exploring a hidden piece of World War II history and the lengths a mother will go to protect her children.
BERLIN, 1939. Amanda Sternberg’s world is upended when the Nazis descend on Berlin, burning down her beloved family bookshop and sending her husband, Julius, to a concentration camp. Desperate to save her two daughters, she flees toward the south of France. Along the way a ship headed for Cuba offers a chance at escape, but at the dock Amanda is forced to make an impossible choice—she can only put one of her children onboard.
Once in Haute-Vienne, Amanda and her remaining daughter’s brief freedom is interrupted by the arrival of Nazi forces, and Amanda finds herself in a labor camp where she must once again make a heroic sacrifice—save her daughter or save herself.
NEW YORK, 2015. Eighty-year-old Elise Duval receives a call from a woman bearing letters from a time and country that she forced herself to forget. A French Catholic who arrived in New York after World War II, Elise is shocked to discover that the messages are from her mother, written in German during the war. Despite Elise’s best efforts to stave off her past, once the letters appear seven decades of secrets begin to unravel . . .
Topics & Questions for Discussion
1. In the first scene, when Ida and Anna Rosen give Elise the box full of letters written by her mother so long ago, she calls this moment a “final act of forgetting” (p. 6). What do you think she means by that?
2. Near the end of Chapter 2, Amanda, Julius, and Hilde watch in horror as the books from the shop are burned in public in the Nazis’ campaign to squash any ideology that is “offensive, unpatriotic, or not sufficiently German” (p, 13). Hilde and Julius both watch sadly, but Amanda’s face is “frozen in a strange smile” (p. 24). Are you surprised by her response? What does this reaction say about her character?
3. In Julius’s farewell letter to his wife, he implores her to “never forget that we were happy once” (p. 45). But in The Daughter’s Tale, moments of happiness are few and far between. Consider the ways in which the novel asks us to reconsider our notion of happiness. Do you think that the memory of happiness and the promise of a future happiness are enough for Amanda? Why or why not?
4. When Amanda is packing up her few belongings, she chooses to take along her ebony box, botanical album, Star of David necklaces, and the jewelry that she uses as a bargaining chip in Lina’s escape from the camp. Discuss each of these items. What significance do they hold? Trace how each item plays a part in the salvation of her daughters.
5. Revisit the scene when Amanda decides to send Viera alone onto the ship, entrusting her in the care of the then-stranger Frau Meyer. How do you feel about her last-minute decision?
6. “For Claire, the war was just beginning. For Amanda, it was coming to an end” (p. 105). Compare Claire Duval to Amanda Sternberg. Did your opinion of either of them change over the course of the novel? In your response, consider Claire’s relationship with Lina and her decision to sacrifice herself in the town square.
7. What compels Amanda to write letters to Viera that might never reach her? She describes the act as a “pointless farce” but still “the words spilled out furiously, unrelenting” (p. 107).
8. Consider the role of grief in the novel. Does the lack of freedom, both inside and outside the camp, prevent the characters from being able to properly grieve? What about after the war, for those who survive? Is there any room for grief? Consider Amanda, Danielle, Lina, Berenice, and Marie-Louise in your response.
9. Revisit the scene on page 153 when Amanda slices her hand cutting potatoes. She sees the blood rushing out of her hand and “she smiled: she was still alive” (p. 153). What does this reaction say about the current state of her psyche? And how does it relate to the smile discussed in question 2?
10. The moment Amanda stabs Bertrand is shocking, in part because up until that moment she had seemed incapable of such violence. What drove Amanda to murder him? What does she lose, or gain, in this fatal act?
11. “They had lost all sense of time,” (p. 192) the narrator proclaims, after Danielle and Elise survive the bombing in the town square. In a literal sense, the trauma of the moment affects their sense of the hour of the day, but in a broader sense, the trauma of war renders time meaningless. Discuss what Marie-Louise means when she says “time is against us” (p. 219).
12. When the children discover the dying German soldier held captive inside the abbey, they are shocked. Danielle later thinks, “She had witnessed a crime, and that made her as guilty as the criminal or more, because she had said nothing” (p. 233). Do you agree or disagree with Danielle? How does this scene speak to the question of culpability explored in the novel?
13. Discuss the significance of the title. To which daughter does the title refer? Why wasn’t it called Lina’s Tale or Viera’s Tale or Amanda’s Tale, or even Elise’s Tale?
Enhance Your Book Club
1. One of the first devastating losses we witness in The Daughter’s Tale is the burning of books. Books were a threat to the Nazis because they encouraged critical thinking and independence. Yet, Amanda finds it difficult to cast off the books she has spent her entire life loving, classic novels such as Madame Bovary, Crime and Punishment, and Anna Karenina. Select one of these banned books with your book club. Read the book and discuss why Amanda was drawn to it, and why the Nazis might have found it threatening to their mission.
2. When Lina is rescued by Claire and Father Marcel in the forest, she is forced to hide in an attic room to avoid the suspicion of the neighbors. Her life in the attic is lonely and difficult. When a beetle she named Jepri dies, Lina thinks to herself that “Jepri’s death meant the end of her childhood” (p. 183). This moment feels so poignant, and is reminiscent of Anne’s experience in The Diary of Anne Frank. Reread selections from Anne’s diary aloud with your book club. Do you hear an echo of Anne in Lina’s words? How does each girl view and cope with her circumstances?
3. Although The Daughter’s Tale is heartbreaking, there are small moments of joy throughout the novel. One such lighthearted moment occurs in Marie-Louise’s home after the war ends (p. 271). Host a gathering with your book club and listen to the song “Je voudrais un joli bateau” (1934) that Danielle and Elise dance to with Marie-Louise. How does the song make you feel? Do you find that music, like books or flowers, contains healing powers?
A Conversation with Armando Lucas Correa
This is your second novel set in Nazi-occupied Europe. How did the experience of writing this book compare to that of The German Girl? Did you find one more challenging than the other to write?
I spent over a decade doing research about the MS Saint Louis and writing The German Girl. The process was emotionally draining, because of its history and because it was my first novel. With The Daughter’s Tale I enjoyed the process much more because I was able to play with the language; I avoided using first-person narrative, and I wrote with a lot less anxiety, if that’s even possible.
Both The German Girl and The Daughter’s Tale explore themes of memory and trauma. What draws you to these themes?
I grew up with the story of the Saint Louis from the time I was a young boy, though it was a forbidden topic in Cuba. My grandmother, the daughter of Spanish immigrants, was shocked when Cuba refused entry to the Jewish refugees onboard the Saint Louis. I too am a product of exile; I’m an immigrant as well. I came to the U.S., leaving my family behind, leaving my books. When you’re exiled, you try to set down roots, but you always live—consciously or not—with the fear of loss. I’ve always been interested in historical events, mainly from WWII, which show human vileness and are forgotten in time. They cannot be forgotten. I’m afraid of forgetting.
Discuss the structure of the narrative. Why did you decide to bookend the story with the point of view of Elise as an older woman? Why not just set the entire novel in the past?
One always lives with a secret. Sometimes it’s huge, sometimes it’s very small. But as insignificant as it may seem, it’s still a secret. We safeguard them and tend to forget them. I wanted that to be the premise. In my case, I tend to forget the negative, the sad, the illnesses. First because resentment cannot survive in me; I can’t deal with the energy around resentment. Second because it’s healthier, and a defense mechanism. In the book, I wanted to sum it all up in one secret: forgetting, pain, guilt, betrayal. The only problem is that secrets and lies are always exposed, brought to light, in the end.
Why did you choose to write about the horrific crimes committed in Oradour-sur-Glane? What was the research process like? Did you uncover any facts that were particularly surprising?
There are many events from WWII that tend to be glossed over, forgotten. For example, the Saint Louis tragedy is just now being revived. Why did we avoid talking about the Saint Louis? It’s one thing to say Hitler killed more than six million Jews but to face the fact that the rest of the world turned its face away from that monstrosity, let those crimes unfold in front of them—and that it was Cuba, the U.S., and Canada who sent more than nine hundred Jewish refugees aboard the Saint Louis to their death—is equally painful. Some say it’s better to forget.
The same happened with Oradour-sur-Glane. The SS ordered and directed the massacre of more than six hundred people who were burnt alive inside a church. But we choose to ignore that many French soldiers, under Nazi command, perpetrated that crime.
I looked for documents, read many books about the massacre in Oradour. I saw the before and after images of the town, but when I visited and spent the day among the ruins I was crushed by their dimension. It was a city, not a couple of buildings and a church. When you go there, you see the impact of the crime is so much greater. Then, there’s the cemetery where you find the graves of all the people who perished. Entire families.
The Daughter’s Tale takes on the paradoxes of love and war. For example, Amanda muses “she had always loved her [daughter], and that it was precisely that love which had led her to abandon her” (p. 158). Do you view paradox as a central theme in the novel? Is the paradox of these moments due to the circumstances of war, or do you think paradoxes like these are simply part of the human condition?
Paradoxes are an essential part of human existence. Abandonment can be proof of love. As parents, we spend our lives sacrificing for our children. There are sacrifices that lead to loss. I don’t think I could survive it. I admire Amanda so much. She lost her parents, then her beloved library, then her husband. To save her daughters, she had to abandon them. Truly, I could not.
After Amanda sacrifices her life to save Lina’s, Lina takes over as the narrator of the novel. Discuss this transition. How do you get in the right headspace to switch character perspectives?
Lina is the hope. Lina is in essence the result of all of Amanda’s sacrifices. They were worth it because even in death, Amanda had saved Viera, even though she wasn’t certain of it at the time. But she did the best she could. The good thing is that Lina can say goodbye knowing the truth.
What is your next project?
I spent four years writing a novel, The Silence in Her Eyes, a psychological thriller. When I finished The German Girl, to give myself a break, I would work on Silence. It was my therapy, my way of returning to normalcy. When I finished The Daughter’s Tale, I went back to Silence and spent a year finishing it. It takes place in New York, in the present, in my apartment building, in my neighborhood. It begins with a twenty-eight-year-old woman who suffers from akinetopsia, a strange yet irreversible neurological illness that makes her blind to movement. She sees the world only in still images; she registers movement as trails of light. The night her mother passes away, she returns to her apartment all alone, and her world takes a turn from which she will never recover.
Now I’m taking some time to finish the last part of what I call my WWII trilogy and hopefully The Silence in Her Eyes will give my readers a respite before it comes out. Well, sort of a respite, because I’m sure that some readers won’t be able to sleep for a few days after reading it.
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I’m so grateful to review Armando’s new novel, “The Daughter’s Tale”. His last book, “The German Girl”, stole my heart and haunted my quiet moments for weeks. Well, Armando, you’ve done it again. I enjoy reading and supporting books about the Holocaust; it’s a bleak period of history we must keep alive and respect. Armando has a knack of detailing the sorrow and pain with such a compassionate and caring touch. He makes no secret of the Nazis’ lack of empathy but he doesn’t grandstand the brutal treatment of the persecuted. He treats them with respect and tenderness while walking that fine line of conveying how soul-less the Germans and their allies were. This story of the Sternberg family, their complete desecration and the eventual final chapter shines much brighter than "the final solution" ever could. Armando, if I could hug you I would. Please keep writing. (I received an advance copy of this book from NetGalley in exchange for an unbiased review. Thank you to Atria Books and NetGalley for making it available.)
Based on a true events The Daughter's Tale is a a view of a Jewish mother trying to survive with her two daughters. A haunting read of survival during the terrible times of World War 2. Very moving story that had me shedding tears. I received this ARC from Net Galley and the publisher and all opinions are mine.
Favorite Quotes: Elise tried to stand up, but could feel her heart failing her. She was losing control over herself, over the life she had so carefully constructed. She could see her own face at a distance, staring at the scene from afar like another witness in the room. Since his schooldays in Leipzig, Julius had been fascinated by the heart—its irregular rhythms, its electrical impulses, its alternating beats, and silences. “There’s nothing stronger,” he told her when they were newlywed and he was still at the university, always adding the caveat: “The heart can resist all kinds of physical trauma, but sadness can destroy it in a second. So no sadness in this house!” Whenever you’re afraid and can feel your heart racing, start counting its beats. Count them and think of each one, because you’re the only person who can control them. As the silence between one beat and the next grows, your fear will start to disappear. We need those silences to exist, to think. From this dark, cold place I can hear your heart. I know from memory all its movements. When you are asleep or awake, happy or sad, like today. My Amanda, I want you never to forget that we were happy once. Claire looked down anxiously at the ebony box on Amanda’s lap. In the half-light, her friend’s face lost its soft outline and looked severe, imposing. “The only thing that unites me and my daughter is in here, Claire. Can you imagine that something so big could fit into such a small space?” There was no answer to a question like that. My Review: This was my first exposure to the phenomenal artistry of Armando Lucas Correa, and I will confess to being a smitten kitten. I quickly fell into his vortex as if under a spell, Mr. Correa appears to be a deftly skilled and superior Wizard of Words as I was definitely mesmerized. His premise was based on actual events and several of the horrific and diabolical atrocities dreamed up by the Germans – military and citizenry alike. Mr. Correa’s writing was poignant, highly emotive, devastatingly evocative, and required occasional breaks in reading as my eyes were too wet to continue. His insightful and moving prose squeezed my chest, burned my eyes, and put hot rocks in my throat. His compelling characters were intricately drawn and I became so entrenched in their captivating storylines that their struggles became quite real to me. Like most Caucasian Americans of European ancestry, I am unsure of much of my heritage as basically, we are all mutts and have absolutely nothing to feel superior about. I am uncertain if I have much if any German heritage in my DNA, but if I do, I want to know if it can be removed – pronto!
The Daughter's Tale is the story of a mother's love for her children and the lengths she is willing to go to in order to protect them. Set primarily in Germany and France during WWII, Jewish bookstore owners and parents Amanda and Julius navigate the ever worsening climate in Berlin in the 1940s. When the Gestapo takes Julius it sets into motion a plan to save their kids Lina and Viera, then 4 and 7, by shipping them overseas to family in Cuba.When the time comes Amanda can't bring herself to send four year old Lina alone on the ship with her sister so she entrusts Viera's safety to a stranger and escapes with Lina to France. A story of heartbreak and loss follows, in a nightmare made worse by the truth of it all, and the unfortunate fact that not all stories have a happy ending. Another great addition to the genre, fans of Historic or WWII fiction should add this to their reading lists. Thank you to Netgalley and the Publisher for my review copy in exchange for an honest review.
This was a wonderful tale. I won’t go back over the full description; it has been very well said. We start out in 2015 with letters being delivered to an elderly lady from an unknown stranger, until she looks into the daughter’s blue eyes and her life takes a turn. Then we take off into the past in the 1930’s and meet up with Amanda, Julius, Viera and Lina as the war is ramping up. We follow the many disintegrating conditions for the Jewish population in a very well researched way. I truly enjoyed this story, especially the way it was written, it held my attention all the way through. I fell in love with all the characters, especially Amanda, Maman, Danielle and Father Marcel. I do wish we would have switched back and forth a little bit to learn more about how Viera survived during those years, but staying with Lina (Elise) and her trials and tribulations she had to endure kept me utterly entertained. This is a wonderful book and I highly recommend with a high 5 stars. I was given an advanced copy from Atria Books through Net Galley for my honest review, this one gets a high 5*****’s.
I just finished this book and know I will remember it for a long time. It a very beautifully written heart wrenching story of a German Jewish family torn apart by the Nazis in WWII. It is based on true events and examines the agony of a mother forced to part with one of her daughters. I appreciate books like this that help to expose and force us to remember the atrocities committed in this war. I was captivated by this story from the very beginning and felt connected to the characters. My thanks to Netgalley, the publisher and the author for an advance copy of this book in exchange for a fair and honest review. #Thedaughterstale #NetGalley
Vivid, stirring, and immersive! The Daughter’s Tale is a gripping, moving story set predominantly in Germany and France during WWII, as well as present-day New York City, that follows the lives of the Sternbergs, a young Jewish family who at a time of horrific persecution and extreme brutality are forced to make unimaginable choices and heartwrenching sacrifices to keep those they love safe. The prose is perceptive and descriptive. The characters are anguished, courageous, and resilient. And the plot using a past/present style unfolds chronologically into a tale of life, love, loss, family, friendship, injustice, guilt, self-identity, ancestry, war, bravery, and survival. Overall, The Daughter’s Tale is a hauntingly tragic, insightful, heartrending tale that highlights the inconceivable hardships, suffering, and horrors endured during a heinous time in history and reminds us of the incredible power of familial bonds.
This book is fantastic. I love Armando Lucas Correa's writing so much. Historical Fiction educates as well as entertains and Correa is a master of both. The writing is powerful and brings to life the characters and settings making the reader truly feel as if they were in the midst of the story. The subject matter wasn't light, but it was wonderful learning more about this time in history. I actually wasn't aware of all that happened. It is very obvious that the author did extensive research and perfectly fit the facts into the book. There are strong themes of family, friendship and loyalty throughout the book. It’s an utterly gripping story — very difficult to put down. Elise’s voice is real and thoroughly human as she struggles to find her place in the world and understand why people behave the way they do. She struggles with finding a place she can call home. The narrative clearly articulates how war affects everyday people who want no part in it and yet are given little choice. I found the historic details to be largely accurate and I highly recommend this book to any reader who enjoys a very interesting yet informative read.
The Daughter's Tale is a heart breaking story of a family torn apart by war, genocide, and persecution. This story is an echo of the stories of so many families during the Holocaust; families destroyed and unable to be brought back together. The sacrifices of Amanda Sternberg is the reason her daughters survived. A mother's love and sacrifice for her children during great tragedy and trauma is a feat of strength incomparable to the heroic acts in life. My favorite historical fiction are the stories that remind us of the strength of humanity even in dark times. This is one such story. The determination of the girls' mother and the adoptive family to connect again to the oldest daughter, Viera, through every tragic event the family personally experienced, is awe-inspiring. The Daughter's Tale is a must read for any fan of historical fiction. I highly recommend this book for anyone interested in WW2, the Holocaust, and the true stories of the families affected by this historical tragedy.
This brilliantly-written story begins in New York City in 2015. Elise Duval received a phone call from someone who said they had letters that belonged to her. When they arrive at her home, Elise recognizes the box that contains the letters written in German by her mother in 1939, and she collapses. The story then goes to Berlin in 1939 where Amanda, a bookshop owner, and her cardiologist husband, Julius Sternberg are happily married. They have two daughters, Viera and Lina. As the Nazis descend on Berlin, Julius is taken prisoner and sent to a camp where he dies. He had made prior arrangements for his wife and daughters to leave Berlin and move in with a widow whose husband was friends with Amanda's father. From there the story takes on many different facets as the war begins and progresses until it finally ends. This is a story of love, survival, sacrifice and rebirth against the backdrop of devastating tragedy. I highly recommend this beautifully crafted novel to anyone who loves historical fiction centered around World War II. Thank you NetGalley and the publisher for the opportunity to read this unforgettable book in exchange for an honest review.
I’ve read quite a few books set during World War II and always seem to come across a piece of history that I didn’t know much about. With this novel it was a mix of events I was aware of and some events that I had heard of only in the vaguest sense. The story centers around a young mother and her two daughters and begins at the start of World War II. The mother, Amanda Sternberg, was to place her two daughters alone on a ship bound for Cuba, then she was to go to the home of a family friend in France to wait out the war until the family could be re-united. Shockingly, Amanda decides to send the older daughter alone at the last moment. I was a bit surprised that readers were not privy to the older daughter’s journey. Instead, the author focused on Amanda and the younger daughter named Lina or Elise. The story begins and ends in 2015, but delves back into the past to chronicle the events that occurred during the war. Most notable was the horrific act the Nazis carried out on the small small French village of Oradour-sur-Glane. From here on, the story centers around young Lina/Elise and what ends up happening to her. I think avid historical fiction or World War II enthusiasts will not find this book holds anything new, but others who aren’t as well read in these areas will be captivated by the story. I felt that most of it revolved around the plight of the displaced children and from reading the book, it had me wondering just how many people survived the war with no family and possibly not even knowing who they really were or even who their parents had been. Many thanks to Net-Galley and Atria Books for allowing me to read an advance copy of offer an honest review.
Every family has long kept secrets from a while ago. The story of Elise and how she found out about Amanda and how she fled Nazi Germany to start a new life in France but was later taken away to a labor camp during the reign of Hitler in WWII. The mystery involved with this story was so captivating that I wanted to do outside research of this family and see what the true story really was since it was based on true events. This is definitely a good historical fiction choice when doing a project on Nazi Germany and WWII. We will consider adding this book to our Historical Fiction collection at our library. That is why we give this book 5 stars.
Written in gray language that evokes the bitterness and palpable fear of the Nazi book burning and other attempts to eradicate an entire segment of the population. This story, based on true events, examines the agony of a mother forced to part with one of her daughters. which reminds me of the anguished mother in Sophie's Choice. Amanda flees to Southern France with her remaining daughter, and throughout the fall and winter, the gray rainy season, feels more and more like she's back in Berlin. Germany advances further and further into France. History is repeating itself as new laws prohibit Jews from many employments and activities. And then, in the deepest grayest, nearly black days, as the unspeakable happens over and over, comes an unexpected ray of sunshine and hope. Don't fail to read this testament to the courage and perseverance of the human spirit.
Like his ‘The German Girl’ this story includes the historic voyage of the S.S. St. Louis which left Germany with the intention to deliver these passengers, most all of whom were Jewish, to Cuba. Political issues prevailed upon their arrival, and a small handful of passengers were allowed to disembark, taking a smaller boat to come ashore in Cuba, but the rest were turned away. The release of ‘The German Girl’ brought forth survivors who shared their personal stories with Correa, and out of those painfully shared personal histories, the idea for ’The Daughter’s Tale’ began to take shape. Mothers and daughters, how one mother is forced to make one decision after another in order to save the lives of her daughters, often at her personal expense. Sending them to a place she believes will offer them safety, to become part of another family, a family that will change over time, as well. Names are changed. Life changes, and lives change. And war changes everything. Once again, Correa shows us another historically significant event - the horrific slaughter in the village of Oradour-Sur-Glane, in Haute-Vienne, France - portrayed with accuracy, but without being overly gruesome in detail. This story begins, briefly, in New York City in 2015 with Elise Duval, an eighty-year old woman, and weaves it’s way back to 1930s Germany, to the lives of Amanda and Julius Sternberg, and their two daughters, Viera and Lina. In part, this is also an epistolary novel, including letters that Amanda writes to her daughter over the years, beginning in the summer of 1939. Throughout, secrets are exposed as we follow this family’s experience of the Nazi occupation in these various places, along with the sense of the growing fear. Fear makes those who have no issues with the Jews or the others targeted, to shun them in fear of Nazi retaliation. The determination of one woman to protect her daughters, the sacrifice she is forced to make for their safety, the heartbreaking guilt she feels for her decision, and the painful memories of the past that return to haunt another woman’s final days. Many thanks for the ARC provided by Simon & Schuster, Canada
I know the year isn't close to being over but I have a feeling this could end up being my favorite historical fiction read of 2019. This book gripped me pretty darn near close to the start and didn't let up until the last page. I highly recommend this one even if you feel like you have read one too many WW2 historical fiction books. It's worth reading. Eighty year old Elise Duvall has been living in New York for the past seven decades when she receives quite a shock. A woman has contacted her and wants to deliver letters written to Elise by her mother during World War 2. Time has a way of helping you forget your past but now all of it will come back to the surface for Elise along with so much she never even knew about. I like when historical fiction books are able to teach me something. In this case there were two things I didn't know about prior to reading. One was the tragic massacre of a village in France in 1944. Another thing that was part of the plot was the ship that left Germany with refugees bound for Cuba. The way both were weaved into the plot made for a compelling story and I am thankful the author chose to include them as it made me interested in looking up more information about both after I was done reading. Most people liked The Nightingale by Kristin Hannah and I think if you enjoyed that one you should definitely check this one out. While I thought that book was well-written it took me until almost the end before I felt a strong emotional connection to the characters. With this one it was so easy to immediately feel for the character of Amanda and your heart breaks with the choices she and other characters had to make not knowing how history would play out. One of the themes of the book is what you would be willing to do for someone you love and the different scenarios that played out have left me thinking about them still even though I finished the book days ago. I love when stories just stay with you in your head and that's why this was just a really good reading experience. I won a free advance copy of this book in a giveaway but was under no obligation to post a review. All views expressed are my honest opinion.
Armando Lucas Correa has crafted a compelling World War II novel that digs into the complexities and frailties of human nature, set during a dark chapter of history. I appreciate how this author ties together real people, places, and events with a set of fictional characters, making it feel so authentic. Even though there was a dual timeline, which was engaging, the main focus of the book was during the war as we meet and follow Amanda Sternberg and her family. Correa does a great job of evoking the atmosphere and language and also describing what it was like to live in a time of hunger and rationing, constant fear of Nazi raids, and loss of loved ones. Enjoying history, I have read a number of books regarding the war, along with hearing many stories from family members who served. I received a complimentary copy of this book from the publisher, through NetGalley. Opinions expressed in this review are completely my own.
4.5 Rating I enjoyed The German Girl and when I saw that there was another work of historical fiction coming out by Armando Lucas Correa, it quickly made my must-read list. I have read so many WWII/Holocaust books that I was hoping this would be a bit different/unique. It was. I just finished this beautiful book and know it will stay with me for a long time. It was a well written, engaging story of a German Jewish family broken apart by WWII and the Nazis and includes a devastating and actual event which took place in a small village in France. The focus is on the younger of two sisters and their mother who must make a heart wrenching decision while trying to save her daughters. Thank you NetGalley and Atria Books for the advance copy.
1/2 stars Even though we believe we are aware of the atrocities that occurred during the Holocaust. I never cease to be amazed at just how absolutely inhumane they truly were. Throughout this book the reader is reminded of what was lost during that time, the lives, the books, the humanity. “Where they burn books, they will also end up burning people”. The Daughter's Tale traces the life of a little girl from birth to death. Elise is saved throughout the book through the kindness of others who are always protecting her, Tragically, she loses almost everyone in her young life through their sacrifices. In addition, the book uses one of the horrific events of W II as part of its story. It is the unspeakable fate of the people who lived in a small French village known as Oradour-Sur-Glane where the Nazis locked the women and children in a church and set it on fire and shot all of the men. The brutality of what the French people survived during that time was heartbreaking. At the end of the book, Elise carries so much guilt because she never felt that she deserved the life she ultimately received. I believe in the end, she was able to see that it was a gift and she could die peacefully and meet her loved ones on the other side. Thank you to NetGalley and the publisher for this ARC in exchange for an honest review.
A read that will pull you in and not let go, the ultimate sacrifice of a mother when she gives life to her daughters twice, and knowing that she will most likely never see them again. Knowing that a lot that is presented in this book is sadly true, and hoping while I was reading that history would change, but as you will see no. What begins with an old woman receiving letters, and then we are given the background from whence they came, but then end with the recipient. A book that does become a compelling page turner, and is filled with people that gave all they had for their fellow man, selfless acts of love, but also a read that we hope will never be repeated by mankind. I received this book through Net Galley and the Publisher Atria Books, and was not required to give a positive review.
The Daughter's Tale was an excellent read - probably one of my favorites so far this year. Elise Duval is a French woman nearing the end of her life in 2015 when two strangers show up with letters found in Cuba that are meant for her. Through these letters, she faces a past she has kept hidden for almost 70 years. Amanda Sternberg was a Jewish woman living in Berlin with her husband and two daughters before the outbreak of WWII. After her husband is killed by the Nazis, she tries to save her daughters from the Nazis at all costs. After sending her older daughter to Cuba on the ill fated St. Louis, she ends up in France with her youngest daughter and has to find a way to save her life. Through the retelling of true life events, we see the lengths anyone may have to go to in order to save the ones they love. This story is gripping and moving. I felt for Amanda as she made seemingly impossible decisions in order to keep her children safe. Things most of us would never consider under normal circumstances are the hard choices the people in this book had to make. The atrocities committed by the Nazis are nothing new to readers who regularly read books set in this time period, like me, but the massacre at Oradour-Sur-Glane, in Haute-Vienne, France was not a story I had read before, If you enjoyed the German Girl (which is linked to this book by a family connection), you will love the Daughter's Tale. (I hope we get another book on the daughter sent to Cuba - I'd love to read that as well!) Thanks to Atria Books, NetGalley and to the author Armando Lucas Correa for allowing me the opportunity to read an advanced copy of this book!
“We live in darkness, but you can be sure the light will triumph in the end. No one can live forever in the dark.” Reading this precious book hurt my heart. Beautifully written but devastatingly heartbreaking and based on actual events that happened during World War II so prepare yourself before reading. Thank you to the publisher for the review copy.
"The daughter's tale" centers around Amanda Sternberg and her quest to keep her daughters safe from Nazi Germany. 2015- Eighty-year-old Elise Duvall is living in New York when she receives a call from a stranger telling her that she has some letters for Elise. 1939- Amanda Sternberg and her husband were having a good life when the WWII starts and suddenly all things fall apart. She is forced to flee and survive in the context of the war. Told in dual timeline, I was compelled by the storyline connecting both timeline. The harshness and precarious conditions that people suffered during the WWII were well described by Correa. Pesonally I didn't feel emotionally invested in the characters - there were some parts that the emotions weren't completely explored and other parts that I felt the plot a bit confusing. Having said that, this book approaches well the feelings of sacrifice, survival, sisterly bond and love - thus, I enjoyed more Amanda since the author delivered vividly the mother's love and willingness to save her daughters throughout the story. The first half part of the novel moved at good pace, on the other hand, in the second half there were some secondary characters added to the storyline that quite distracted me from the main plot. I wanted to know more about Danielle, Marie-Louise and Viera. Lastly, the ending was fairly rushed. This historical fiction based on true events is interesting and the emotions conveyed are genuine and moving. [I received an ARC from Netgalley and Atria Books in exchange for an honest review]