By Frederick Reuss
Here’s a book that is perfect for Sunday reading. This book was published in 2006 by Unbridled Books. It is 312 pages long. It is a real genuine paperback!!! I actually bought this at the thrift store and it has been on the to read pile for a while.
With the sort of enthralling narrative step that always marks his work, Reuss allows their story to rise from a cache of photographs he uncovered in Germany—photographs from the 1920s and ’30s of the exiled Jewish playwright and novelist Max Mohr; Käthe, the beautiful wife he left behind; and Eva, their daughter, who would live through it all but would never really understand what had happened.
The interplay between Reuss’s revealing prose and the real faces in nearly 50 photographs offers a reading experience that may be unprecedented in novels. From the first paragraph and that first creased image, which Eva may have taken, of the Mohrs at their table in Germany just before Max walked away from their lives, this beautiful and powerful novel works as deeply on the reader as a family photo album.
I have to say that I found this book to be a little different. It is good, but it is not blow you away astounding. It slowly meanders and there is not much of a plot, however you get to know the characters in the novel very well as they each tell their end of the story. It is sad and sweet and a little bit heartbreaking. There is love and loss and melancholy. The author wrote this story from photos of the family and many are included in the novel. I found them interesting. I think that this is well written and an easy read. The story is revealed through Max and Kathe’s letters to each other. It is similar to a diary of events. I give this one a 3 out of 5.