I've always been intrigued about the lives of Jews that lived prior to WWII and the types of lives they lead. When you lose 6 million, you've got to wonder how many flavors have been lost forever. Especially when they lived so decentralized and disconnected from large cities and central bodies. They all must have had their own idiosyncrasies and nuances, and this is why I found this book so enriching.
Awakening Lives tells the story of a group of young, Polish Jews who came of age between WWI and WWII. The stories are told in their own voices as they submitted their autobiographies to YIVO, an organization that preserves Yiddish culture.
The writers hail from a variety of backgrounds, all the way from Chasidic to assimilated. The vast majority of them seem to have lived horrendously difficult lives; lives even our most downtrodden today would consider too harsh.
You've got the Talmudically-obsessed, pious father who simply walks away from his three kids - girls ages 14, 11, and 8, IIRC - after his wife's death because he can't afford to support them any longer.
There's the brilliant woman who is exploding in frustration after realizing how little the world cares about her brilliance, and how it's really all about "class".
The one thing these writers all have in common is the intensity with which they lived their lives. The way they fought for the tinniest of "luxuries". You know, like bread, milk, going to school, having a normal pair of shoes. Or, when you're a little boy and want your own winter coat so you don't have to wear your mom's and be the butt of jokes in class. When you're a little boy at the age of
7 and don't want to wake up 5AM to help your grandmother shlep milk cartons to the market, so you can all survive.
At the age of 20 they have already lived through what most of us never will. They also all seemed to have fallen into the same trap: if only they did what they were supposed to. If only they worked hard, went to the Gymnassium, studied and adopted the Polish culture, they would be rewarded with opportunities. Not even one of them succeeded, being that they were of the Jewish proletariat. Unfortunately for them, after all their struggles, most did not survive WWII.
My favorite was Esther, a brilliant girl that grew up in a Chasidic home, with her father being a chusid of the Gerrer rebe. Like the rest of them, her struggles too were materialistic in nature, but her intellectual struggles is what stood out for me more than the others.
Highly recommend.