**I wrote this review as a reflection paper for my Public International Law class so it does not read like many of my other reviews. Still I hope you enjoy!**
During undergrad I took a class on the Literature of Genocide. My professor’s mother was a survivor of the Armenian Genocide and he only taught that one class every spring. I began the semester believing we would talk about only the holocaust; we would read Night by Elie Wiesel and be done with it. I was completely wrong. Literature of Genocide opened my eyes to the world around me and spurred my interest in International Law.
After that class, for a long time, I couldn’t read anything having to do with genocide, the holocaust, or even World War II. My mind couldn’t believe what it was reading and my heart couldn’t stand to watch another family broken apart, to witness a million more people die. I must admit, The Lucky Child was the first book, about the holocaust, I have read since Literature of Genocide and I’m glad that it was.
Buergenthal’s holocaust survival story is different then most. I enjoyed the way he tackled events chronologically. It didn’t begin with him arriving at Auschwitz. It began with him being a happy boy, a child with two loving parents, who happened to be Jewish. Buergenthal grew up on the pages before my eyes. He transformed for a small boy escaping with his parents to Poland, to a survivor of ghettos and labor camps, and the mascot of the polish army.
Buergenthal credits his survival to luck. I believe it was because he was a survivor; he was strong in the face of adversity and, at times, completely fearless. The things he witnessed at such a young age are unimaginable for most people. I understand why it took until his later life for him to write this memoir. He needed the distance that only time can provide.
My favorite aspect of the memoir was Buergenthal’s discussion on survivor’s guilt. The author admits that he never suffered from survivors guilt because he fully credits his survival to luck; that he was never the most brave, or afraid, or most anything, he was just a lucky child born under a fortunate star. At first I took issue with this idea. I have a hard time crediting luck with anything. I am firm in my belief that we make our own luck and then let the chips fall where they may. Buergenthal’s survival story made me questions this belief. Had it not been for his parents hiding him in Poland when all the other children were rounded up, his usefulness to the boss at the polish work camp, the Nazi’s not checking his train car on arrival at Auschwitz, the doctor befriending him when he became sick in the ghetto, and a multitude of other lucky coincidences Buergenthal would not be alive today. Call it what you may, fortune, divine intervention, survival, but Buergenthal was a lucky boy.
Buergenthal’s story didn’t end once Auschwtiz was liberated. So many memoires end when the Polish, American, or Russia troops reached the gates of the various camps. It is at this point that Buergenthal’s story really begins. He is adopted by the polish army and becomes their mascot before being taken to an orphanage to wait for any news of his parents. The tone of the story changed when Buergenthal was at the orphanage. The optimistic ten year old is confronted with what has happened to him and millions of others in the camps and how society doesn’t, or can’t, believe it. I was overjoyed when, while at the orphanage, Buergenthal received word that his mother had survived. It seemed impossible that these two would ever be reunited and Buergenthal again credited luck.
My one qualm with this book was that after Buergenthal was reunited with his mother things began to drag for me. I immensely enjoyed the beginning if the memoir, Auschwitz, his time with the polish army, and to a certain extent his orphanage experience but after Buergenthal was reunited with his mother the memoir read less like a memoir and more like a list of things that happened to have occurred. Brief mentions of his mothers new husbands, the Nuremberg trials, moving to America, and Buergenthal becoming a Judge with the International Court of Justice. These are all very interesting events that have shaped him greatly and spurred him to write his memoir. I wish the reader was given more description and explanation for this time in Buergenthal’s life. Although, perhaps that may come later if he chooses to write a memoir on working on the International Court of Justice.
I enjoyed The Lucky Child. It was different from any other Holocaust, or even Auschwitz specific, memoir I had ever read. It was interesting to see what time does to one’s memories of a genocide and to see how such a young survivor coped. Buergenthal is a truly unique man and I am glad to have read his memoir.