Last week, it was sci-fi catching me off guard (Ender’s Game). Now I’ve found the survival genre to be more than I presumed, too.
In this 60-year-old book, Bauer tells the story of a German prisoner of war sentenced by the Soviets to 25 years of hard labor in a lead mine in the farthest eastern corner of Siberia. The first third or so covers Clemens Forell’s time as a prisoner. The rest is an excruciating three-year journey of 8,000 miles – much of it on foot, in a climate so extreme that fishing was risky in the summer because the ice might be thin enough to crack from your weight.
Bauer doesn’t mince words in his introduction: He found Forell’s story impossible to believe when he first heard it. But he said each time he followed a fact back to its origin, Forrell was vindicated. (Full disclosure: Contemporary research has cast some doubt.) Bauer had to recreate conversations as they must have been, obviously, but he and Forell agreed that the end result captured the journey as Forell remembered it.
There are stolen hours on a train and extended stays in lonely outposts, with native people who don’t ask too many questions or are sympathetic to Forell’s answers. But countless weeks after freezing weeks, Forrell is alone with his meager pack, walking across Siberia, trying to avoid civilization and, with it, re-arrest.
The story is everything. The writing, translated from the original German, is spare and utilitarian. But it feels right for this purpose.
I was disappointed that Bauer wrapped up within a page or two of Forell finally crossing over the border of the USSR. He zips him home on a plane, mentions in one sentence his concerns that his wife will find him changed and the book is over. I wanted a lot more – I was invested in his situation by then. While I was glad for the haircut and new clothes, I had dozens more questions about life after his ordeal. But Bauer’s story was finished.
Forell is not his real name – he insisted Bauer change it before agreeing to tell his story, saying he feared repercussions from the KGB. A few decades later, his real identity was revealed. And later still, the recordings of his original interviews with Bauer were found. Modern research has identified several crucial errors in the story. The most important two, probably, are that no labor camp existed in the location where he said he was at the time he said he was there, and that Russian records report he was released two years before his escape began.
I don’t know. I hate finding things like that out after the fact. Could he have been mistaken about the location of the camp? That one’s easier for me to accept than the matter of his “release” two years before he said he had to escape. But then I’m wondering if he was “released” on paper only to be taken to the labor camp? No one’s ever accused the Soviet Union of scrupulous attention to human rights and/or honesty.
Still, the conflicting details fan my initial this-can’t-possibly-be-true feelings about other aspects of the story. Feelings I tamped down because Bauer told me from the beginning that he felt that way, too, but his research backed up Forell’s account.
As a book, it’s more engaging than I expected. As a record of the past, it’s a frustrating mystery. I don’t like the uncertainty, but I’m still not sorry for the read.