The Good American: A Novel Based on True Events

The Good American: A Novel Based on True Events

by Ursula Maria Mandel

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The Good American: A Novel Based on True Events by Ursula Maria Mandel

The last thing Major Ted Whitman expected in the summer of 1948 was to fall in love with Ruth Karstens, a destitute but spirited young widow with two small children. Recently divorced and newly stationed in Germany, his mind is set on a career as a fighter pilot. But when Ruth stands before him in her mended dress and her proud demeanor, begging him get her passage to war-torn Berlin, he falls hard and is ready to do anything to help her. The Russians are about to blockade the city, and Ruth is determined to get her sister's child out before that happens. Fate, however, has other plans. Just as her train pulls out of the city, the Russians start the blockade, stop all transportation, and leave her stranded. Confident that ingenuity and pluck will help her to survive the journey home through enemy territory with a five-year-old, Ruth sets out on foot.
Forty years later, fate brings Ted's son Alex and Ruth's daughter Penelope together. The memories they share of their parents weave a tapestry of courage, sacrifice, and of a love strong enough to survive insurmountable odds.

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9780595160327
Publisher: iUniverse, Incorporated
Publication date: 02/01/2001
Pages: 249
Product dimensions: 5.98(w) x 9.02(h) x 0.64(d)

About the Author

Ursula Maria Mandel is the author of three much loved novels, The Good American (2001), Diary of a Naïve (2010), and The Tenant: A Love Story (2013). She has also published a number of short stories and essays, a collection of humorous cadet stories from the Virginia Military Institute, and a children's e-book, Bo on the Fence Post. Her short story, Deader'n a Doornail, was broadcast by NPR in February, 2003.

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Politics: A Fragment

On a summer day in 1948, Ruth Karstens, a young widow, and Pauli, her five-year-old niece, made their way gingerly down a densely forested mountain somewhere in eastern Germany. Both were hot, muddy, and exhausted. Pauli, holding on to Ruth's hand, lagged behind more and more, and so it looked as if Ruth were dragging the child down the mountain. A fresh breeze that had stayed behind after a thunderstorm parted the leaves of the trees now and then and gave Ruth a view over the vast, green pastures and barren fields toward where she was headed: a round village at the far horizon out of which stuck a church steeple. In the haze of that humid summer day, the hamlet looked more like a mirage than an actual village, but the image was enough to inspire Ruth to keep going.

In the same dense and silent forest, near the foot of the same mountain, a Russian soldier sat on the ground. He guarded a wide, muddy strip of land, a kind of road that hugged the foot of the mountain. His task was to make sure that no one would cross it. The strip was about fifty yards wide and had been thoroughly cleared of trees and underbrush and, particularly, of the network of brambles of the wild blackberries that used to grow there. The children of the village used to come in the summer to collect the berries in tins and baskets, and their mothers used to make the most delicious jams out of them. But the children did not come that summer. In fact, no one went near the mountain for fear they would be shot.

That day in 1948, the raped tract of land, now looking sad and desolate, didn't have the least scent of the brutal notoriety that would define it for the next fifty years when it would be called 'The Iron Curtain.' By dividing the world into East and West, it would have more power than any other piece of real estate ever. That afternoon, it looked innocent enough. Not far from the soldier, in the part that was called 'The West' and that was occupied by the American Armed Forces, a young farmer tilled a field with an ox. Ruth could see him as she came down the mountain. She had the distinct sense that, once she crossed what appeared to her a muddy creek and made it to that farmer, she would be home free.

The soldier, a gun in his lap, fished a cigarette out of a crumpled pack and struck a match. But before the match could make its way to the tip of the cigarette, a twig snapped brightly in the silence of the forest. The soldier froze, holding the lit match between his fingers. All his senses strained as the small sound of leaves crushed by soft steps came haltingly closer from somewhere above him. Without making the least sound, he blew out the match, lifted his gun, and rolled behind a tree. Ruth and the child walked directly and unsuspectingly toward him...

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