3.5★
“She had heard about people returning from Poland with stories about new-found relatives and old houses that shimmered with childhood memories, but there was no door in Warsaw on which she could knock to relive the warmth of past connections.”
Halina is an Australian forensic dentist, an odontologist, one of those seemingly magic people who can read the history preserved in a tooth. (I know it isn’t magic, it’s science, but sometimes science is magic!)
She is asked to go to Poland to investigate a mass burial site to uncover, discover, recover bones and teeth to try to determine who was buried there. It’s a town where the locals insist that the Germans, not the Poles, murdered Jews. Not very many, actually, and only adults. Nothing to see here.
The story takes place mostly in the present day, while Halina is in Poland, but it does venture into the past, during WW2, and into recent times in Sydney. Halina has a Polish background about which she knows almost nothing, but she would like to. Her mother has died, and she has nobody else to ask, so a trip to Poland sounds like a good starting point for her personal quest.
The author shows the contrast between Halina’s Sydney and what she unearths in Poland. First, Sydney.
“Halina’s gaze wandered to the cliffs. Their sharp edges might have been hewn off by a giant’s axe. Beneath the overhangs that curled above the sea, the sandstone had been whorled into creamy caverns and red-streaked crevices where yellow gazanias had taken root. Waves crashed into smooth flat-topped boulders below, spilling over them like miniature waterfalls, and cormorants flew onto the rocks and spread out their wings to dry. The honeyed scent of alyssum wafted down from the hills above the beach. Why aren’t we delirious with joy at the beauty all around us, Halina wondered.”
Unfortunately, I found myself confused by Halina’s voice. For some reason, she seemed like a forty-something, when she’d talk with girlfriends about her married lover. I nearly stopped reading because I thought it sounded like chick-lit, the kind of light story that chooses a popular topic or location as the backdrop for a romance. This, however, moves from her dreamy Sydney and her sexy beau to something really dark.
Here, a woman tells Halina about the butchery in Poland. I will spare you the earlier details.
“‘Then I looked and saw what they were doing. I had to clamp my hands over my mouth to stop myself from screaming. They were throwing her head to each other like a football. Her beautiful blue eyes were wide open.’”
This is much more than a chick-lit horror story. Underneath, this is the real deal, if I can put it that way. I just wish the history and the facts and even the descriptions of her forensic operations (which are also pretty grisly) had been worked into the story more smoothly or subtly. Instead, I skimmed over many blocks of information and explanation. I could have done without the second romance as well.
The story is so good and so important that it should have five stars. It was inspired by true events, and there are extensive notes at the end, plus plenty of references to follow up. I wish it had been trimmed and tightened by a good editor, but I’m glad that, annoyed and disappointed as I was, I decided not to quit.