My memoir, A World Erased: A Grandson’s Search for His Family’s Holocaust Secrets, hits shelves today. This book, which took about a decade to research and write, is a story about traveling to uncover a hidden past, and it’s a story about a relationship strengthened by remembering. The Philadelphia Inquirer named it one of the best books of the year and Booklist called it “a vital contribution to Holocaust collections.”
I’m excited about the book and its message. I hope you’ll read it, and I hope it resonates with others. To help spread the word, I’m giving away a few prizes. All you need to do to qualify for a prize is one of the following two things (though you can do both):
2). Share the book on social media. Some ideas:
- Take a photograph of the book cover.
- Link to the book’s page.
- Quote your favorite line/excerpt.
- Share your stories about your family.
A). A signed copy of the book. (But since you already own one–right?–I’ll make it out to whomever you’d like. It’ll make for a nice present.)
B). A short story about my grandparents that has never been published before.
Since you’ll want some time to read the book before posting or writing a review, the deadline for this contest will be March 15, 2017. Winners will be announced thereafter.
Thanks for your support.
For years, any time my father saw someone crack open a Miller High Life, he felt obliged to tell one of his preferred stories about the stupid tour guide at the brewery who, to this day, irritates him greatly. Here’s how my father tells it:
“This kid was showing us around the Miller brewery and pointed up at six-pointed star on the building. He asked us if we knew what the star represented and I answered, ‘The Star of David.’ The stupid tour guide told me that I was wrong; that it represented the six ingredients. The founder of Miller left Germany. He was probably a Jew in hiding. That kid: what an idiot.” (My father probably meant anti-Semite.) Read more
I’m not a big fan of driving. So I wasn’t thrilled when I discovered that I needed a rental car to get around Germany.
As a commuter in New York, I notice a common trend: every sixth driver is a moron, and every fifth driver an asshole. (I’d say I’m probably underreporting and also not taking into account douche bags.) In my daily data collection, the morons and assholes typically drive German cars: Audis, BMWs, and Mercedeses (that doesn’t sound right). (The douche bag will usually drive a pick-up truck, which are no longer purpose-driven, or a Lexus.)
At the Lorsbucher Thal, in the city of Frankfurt, I walked through the underground cellar that houses both an impressive collection of apple wine and a small museum to the craft. Wooden barrels six feet in diameter and fiberglass tanks that look like miniature submarines take up most of the space, while the world’s largest collection of apple wine, according to the owner, takes up only a few shelves along one wall.
I’m a big fan of layovers when there’s a worthwhile escape. If you find yourself in the Munich airport on a layover, or have time to kill before a flight, don’t waste time at the gate: head to the world’s only full-scale brewery and beer garden, watch the sports analysts diagnose the latest football game while sipping back martinis at a gin bar, or surf a wave instead of wifi.