The Daughter of Auschwitz provides a very unique perspective of which we are sadly deprived due to the tragically few children who survived the camps: a child's point-of-view of the Holocaust. This alone makes it worth reading.
Tova describes many universal experiences that many older survivors would also later recall: the pains of hunger, the numbness of witnessing death, the sorrow of losing beloved family members. But she also recalls events that many adults would never have noticed: the bizarre "Nazis and Jews" game she would play with the other children at the camp, the way she tried to fight an SS who took her favorite fur coat, or the time she choked back tears after her mother wouldn't let her take a doll that was left behind by a child who was gassed. While Tova's innocence did not protect her from witnessing horrors, it is an all the more beautiful yet painful reminder that children are still children, no matter where they are or how terribly they suffer. This is also just one of many potent reminders throughout the story that, despite the Nazis vehement insitance that Jews were "vermin", all of those persecuted were, in fact, human.
This revelation is not lost on the grown-up Tova telling this story, who thoughtfully uses her degrees and experience in psychology to provide valuable insights and explanations for certain behaviors and thought processes throughout the tale. For example, little Tova is most afraid only when she is separated from her parents, especially her mother, which is expected for a child that age. However, anytime she is near death, she states it in a very matter-of-fact manner without fear. This is likely because children that age have not reached a point in their development where they can actually comprehend their own mortality. By explaining these psychological factors with her advanced knowledge as an adult, Tova is able to provide us with both the simplicity of a child's perspective and the complexity of the psychology behind it.
Tova continues to expertly maintain that dichotomy through discussions of moral and ethical dilemmas as well. Many survivors of (and even witnesses to) the Holocaust have in the years since struggled similarly, but once again, Tova's telling is imbued with that rosier hue of childhood. While she never had to make these hard decisions, she witnessed others struggle with this time and time again, such as when her father was asked to join the Jewish police in their ghetto. If he had refused this role, he would have been murdered, meaning he could no longer protect his family, but by saying yes, he would be assisting the Nazis in their crime, even being paid to do so. Of course, no one can now fault him for this, but adult Tova appreciates what a struggle it must have been for him. More importantly, little Tova comes to the same conclusion that any child would: My father is a good man, and he protects me.
Striking that balance between the innocence of childhood and the complexity of the real world and weaving a story between that dichotomy elevates the literary quality of the book to something most memiors, and even many novels, fail to achieve.
However, the humanity that careful complexity adds to the book suddenly dissipates in the final chapters, which are rushed summary of her adulthood. Oddly enough, the matter-of-fact retelling of these later events of her adulthood, which presented in black-and-white terms, lack the same scrutiny of the events in her childhood. As an adult, she expresses how her strong belief in the Jewish state gave her the strength to resist the Palestinians attacking their home in Israel, but she never reflects on how the lands and homes of the new Israeli state were taken from the Palestinians who lived there. Nor she does draw any connection to how as a child, the Polish had taken her family's own home and business. That is not to say that she is wrong for wanting a Jewish state after what she experienced, or that she never considered the Palestinians who lived there before her, but unlike in previous chapters, she did not take the time to unpack these decisions, their ambiguity, the beliefs guiding them. This goes on again and again for every tale she tells in her adulthood, and it is a real tragedy. Her later years, from what little she tells, sound extraordinary, and greater detail there would certainly be a greater enrichment to the book.
Nonetheless, I flew through this book, which cannot be described in one or two polysyllabic adjectives like a back cover review. From the first page, Tova makes it clear that what you are about to read is a great mystery, a gripping tale about how on earth a child survived Auschwitz, but then she winds you through the tragedy, the few moments of joy, and innumerable demonstrations of love to understand something far greater than what is taught in school.