Review to come …. This book was beautiful to me. I read it in two sittings. The writing was gorgeous!!!
It’s a novel but — I need to look some things up.
OLGA couldn’t have been fictionalized character. Could she?
I don’t think I’ve read a book this year where the main character has felt more alive— a woman in history who lived an ordinary and extraordinary life, more than Olga.
I’m hoping this novel was based on a true story — but honestly at this point I don’t know.
If not —- wow— how does anyone make up this much fiction? There are letters that feel so real, I was certain the author must’ve found them in a vault.
Sorry for rambling I’ll write a review later— for me this book is a strong five stars!!! (no matter what else I write about it)
If anyone has more true facts about this book that you fine before I do I’m certainly interested.
UPDATE:
The blurb tells us that “Olga” is a sweeping novel of love and passion from the author of the international bestseller ‘The Reader’ about a woman out of step with her time, whose life is witness to some of the most tumultuous events of modern age..
Abandoned by her parents, young Olga was raised by her grandmother in a Prussian Village in the early years of the 20th century. Smart and precocious, endearing but uncompromising, she fights against ingrained chauvinism to find her place in a world run by lesser men”
KUDOS to people who write blurbs....and to the person who wrote the above blurb for this book!
The first thing I must set clear — Olga Rinke was ‘not’ a real person....rather she is a fictionalized character inspired by several strong women (if Bernhard Schlink would be willing to share ‘which’ strong women inspired ‘him’ — I’d be interested to learn more)
“Olga” is 288 pages - so not long - but like an over-flowing suitcase - we must sit our butts on top of it and squish vigorously to close it.
I cried at the end of this novel...(but I’m getting ahead of myself)...I wanted soooo bad for Olga to have been a real person...that her life was not lived in vain. I know that it’s a little absurd to have wished Olga had been a real person and my friend— but it happens sometimes....just call me a little weird and strange.
If you read the Guardian review (I love the Guardian), the reviewer said secrets were given away too early....
Okay....confession...”what secrets was he or she talking about?”
This novel is divided into three parts — but I didn’t look at any of it as if it were hiding secrets. However....I was totally melting-in-love- with this novel....
Yet...the ending threw me. I wasn’t and am still not 100% sure if what I read is what I think I read — (but tears came anyway)....
but please forgive me — I’m doing my best here — I got a little confused about a ‘surprise’. I didn’t see secrets coming down the pipes. The Guardian reviewer is smarter than me. (Ha, ha, which is why they get paid to write a review and I don’t)....
Some of the history was challenging for me — I understood that Olga lived through two World Wars ...but holes in my education showed up about the brutal genocide in Colonial Africa — the Herero and Namaqua genocide (google helped)....
Mostly (I will admit)...I cherished the personal relationship aspects of this novel - more than trying to keep my history perfectly straight.
I liked many little moments - along more ‘bigger moments - and personal profile descriptions of the characters. I liked how little enjoyable scenes were the building blocks to the entirety on the novel.
When Olga was a young girl....(orphaned & poor), her friendship with
Herbert (a neighborhood aristocratic kid), was priceless....(minus the wrench in their pure enjoyment from Herbert’s family). Herbert’s sister Viktoria, didn’t come to her brothers defense in the area of love...and Herbert’s parents threaten to disinherit him if he married Olga.
I liked the conversations that Olga and Herbert had about life.
When they were young — sneaking off secretly- to be together — they talked about philosophy, psychology, social issues, politics, infinity, God, eternity, books, art music education, justice, families, love, dreams, ....etc.
One day, Herbert asked Olga, “what do you know that you didn’t know this morning?” Great question....don’t you think?
So I asked my husband the question ....”what do you know now that you didn’t know this morning?”
Paul had to ‘think’...then told me he “Jeff Bezos will fly aboard Blue Origin’s First Human Trip to Space”.
The years were passing by....
When Olga saw Herbert again after his return from German South West Africa, (gone two years), she was so happy that she didn’t question him on the atrocities she had read about. She didn’t want to hear anymore about the battles.
She wanted to know whether the blacks were beautiful, the men and women, how they lived. She wanted to know what their hopes were for the future. What he liked over there and what had disgusted him.
She wanted to know what disgusted him there… The diseases, typhoid fever and malaria, yellow fever and meningitis. She wanted to know what he had liked.
“Olga liked it when there was something Herbert couldn’t understand, couldn’t explain, couldn’t express. He was strong, refused to be intimidated, and didn’t give in, and that was the kind of man she wanted. At the same time she didn’t just want to look up to her man; she liked to have an advantage over him and someways. But he didn’t need to know that, and he certainly didn’t need to get annoyed about it.
There were more journeys that separated Olga and Herbert....
long sea journeys....Argentina, Brazil, Siberia, the Kamchatka Peninsula, and the Arctic.
Herbert was going to attempt the crossing of the Northeast Passage or the conquest of the North Pole.
Germany declared war on Russia. The Russians occupied Tilsit and had to abandon it again; in between, people stood outside their houses and heard the cannons at Tannenberg. I really felt how ‘loud’ those cannons were.....(credit goes to Bernhard Schlink).
Men were missing, and some wives and mothers were already wearing black.
“Two years had passed since Herbert had set out, and the idea that he would hold out longer than the Danes had done in Greenland was a dream from which Olga awoken as soon as she began to dream it. But his death wasn’t real for Olga either”.
Olga continued to teach in her village until the land north of Neman, split off from Germany. The Treaty of Versailles was administered by France, and was annexed by Lithuanian in 1923. After that she taught in a village south of Neman.
Olga’s great joy was Eik....(a student she taught)
“He was a gifted child, an ingenious and skillful hobby craftsman who built himself a boat and a soapbox cart and at the same time a dreamer you couldn’t hear enough about far-off seas and distant lands.
Olga told Eik about Hebert‘s travels to German South West Africa and Argentina and Karelia and the peninsulas in Siberia. She didn’t want to tell him about Spitsbergen or that Herbert was missing, presumed dead”.
Olga presented Eik with a heroic Herbert, not the boy from Pomerania who had overreached himself and frozen to death, but the adventurer full of longing for great expanses and distant lands, who had not given up, who had overcome the worst hardships and the greatest of dangers. It was as if, although Herbert had failed in the eyes of the whole world, Olga nonetheless wanted to present him to someone as he had seen himself and had wanted to be seen, as if she had forgotten the things she had reproached herself for.
Later she would fear that Eik was taking the wrong path in life, as Herbert had.
Because he was gifted, he made it out of the village to the city, from the elementary school to the high school and from Tilsit to Berlin. He studied architecture at the technical University and sometimes Olga would visit and admire him.
Later he won prizes, designed and built a department store in Halle, a hotel in Munich, a consulate in Genoa, and spent many years in Italy.
During the summer holidays, Olga caught a fever, thought it was influenza, went to bed, woke up the next morning you could no longer hear.
She was deaf.
She was dismissed, at 53. The school administration wanted to get rid of her anyway. She didn’t suit the new age. She wouldn’t have stopped teaching if she hadn’t had to. But for sometime she had assumed the Nazis would dismiss her, and since then the school had felt increasingly alien to her.
And she had been a teacher for more than 30 years perhaps it was enough.
Thoughts to contemplate about a cemetery, about those who have died, about those who have lived:
“She liked to walk through the cemeteries because everyone was equal here: the powerful and the weak, the poor and the rich, the love and the neglected, those who had been successful and those who had failed. A mausoleum or angel statue, or a big tombstone didn’t change any of that. All were equally dead. No one could or wanted to be grand anymore, and too grand wasn’t a concept”.
Olga’s Life was her love for Herbert — her resistance to him, as fulfillment and as disappointment.
Love, loss, history, memories....BEAUTIFUL!
Thank you, HarperVia, Netgalley, and Bernhard Schlink