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Never again to anyone.
"What Ann Frank's Diary did to put a face to the plight of Dutch Jews in WWII, The Devil's Bookkeepers does for the Jew in the Lodz ghetto." – Rita Boehm, Award-Winning Author
“We need this book now more than ever.” – Wanda Luthman, Award-Winning Author
Love and courage in the face of unrelenting terror as four men in the Lodz Ghetto struggle to document the tightening of the noose under Nazi rule. Written by the son of Holocaust survivors, this stunning novel based on events described in the Chronicle of the Lodz Ghetto (Yale University Press, 1984), asks what you would have sacrificed to be one of the few to survive.
Desperate people do desperate things…
“…an emotionally riveting account of life inside the ghetto… You cannot read this story and remain unaffected.” – Kimberlee J Benart, 5 Stars - Readers’ Favorite
“… a riveting, emotionally charged novel… an amazing accomplishment… This is a must-read...” – Louis Emond, English Professor
Release Date: February 6, 2019
Genre: Historical Fiction
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Lodz Ghetto, Poland – December 10, 1940
It was the Devil’s signature on the note. Hands trembling, I hid it from
Miriam, my young wife, in my coat pocket. We were relatively new to the ghetto,
and I was afraid the summons meant we would be driven out of the barbed wire
enclosed slum, as we had been chased from the city that surrounded it. Miriam’s
parents had given their daughter to me to protect, but there wasn’t any safety
for Jews in Europe, only uncertainty under Nazi
The thin soles of my shoes were little protection from the cobblestone
gutters as I walked to the headquarters of the Jewish ghetto administration. I
thought back to any actions, any statements I might've made that could have
gotten me this unwanted attention. The rumors were that Chairman Rumkowski’s
spies were everywhere. Had one informed on me? Had a neighbor turned me in to
curry favor? What would Miriam do if I were imprisoned? How would she manage if
I were sent away? People disappeared, and nobody ever heard from them again.
The headquarters of Chairman Rumkowski, the Eldest of the Jews, was as run-down
as the rest of the ghetto’s buildings. The double doors had yellow Stars of
David crudely painted across their rough wood surface. The star, a symbol
of what was once the famous Jewish kingdom, was now used to brand us as
undesirables by the Nazi regime.
There was a small crowd outside. Everyone wore yellow stars on their right rear
shoulders and on the chests of their tattered coats. Some men were seeking
work, any kind of work. A few were there to protest the stream of decrees
issued by the Chairman to enforce the occupier’s rules. I steered clear of
politics. Miriam had to be my first concern, my only concern.
Two guards in black
caps, wearing thick coats with wide armbands, stared balefully at the crowd.
Members of Rumkowski’s Order Service, his personal police force, they were
armed with thick black rubber clubs. Like all Jews, the police were forbidden
to have other weapons by the Germans. They did not hesitate to use the clubs and
were almost as feared as the Gestapo that were observing nearby.
“Identification?” A guard demanded.
“I’ve been summoned to
see the Eldest of the Jews.” I held up my letter, hoping my hands weren’t
The Jewish policeman took it, examined the document, returned it, and said,
I pressed between the burly guards, eyeing the black clubs.
“Your business?” Another policeman ordered in the lobby, which had an odor of
rotting fish. Ah, what I would have given for a piece of fish, even partly
I handed him my summons. I felt nauseous. Nerves.
“The Archives.” He shoved my documents toward me and pointed down the hall.
“Thank you, sir,” I said.
He didn’t respond.
I walked past a long row
of closed doors, searching for the Archives. None of the people rushing through
the hall smiled. None said hello. Some appeared dazed. In a way, we all were.
At the end of the hall,
I spotted a cardboard sign. I wanted to leave but couldn’t ignore the
Chairman’s summons. I knocked lightly on the door.
A tall man, with a clean-shaven face, shiny black hair, and slender build,
greeted me. “I’m Henryk Neftalin, Deputy to the Chairman, The Eldest of the Jews.
Please come in.”
The room didn’t look as if it was set up for interrogations. There
were three half-empty shelving units along the walls. I was surprised to see
books stacked in short, uneven, piles on the floor, with more on a desk near the
far wall. “You have books?”
Neftalin smiled. “You
may look at them. Books are my passion.”
“I thought all books
were confiscated by the Germans,” I remarked, afraid to touch any lest they
crumble to dust.
“We preserve what we can while they allow.”
I didn’t know what to say. I didn’t understand why I was here.
Neftalin settled in his chair. “Please sit. I organized the Archives, or more
formally, The Department of the Archives, a year ago.” He shoved several folders
aside and then flipped one open. “I’ve studied your work registration. We are
looking for someone who is highly organized and discrete.”
“A job, sir?” I hadn’t worked since being forced into the ghetto six months
earlier. Miriam would be ecstatic.
Neftalin peered at me. “You didn’t answer my question.”
“I’m sorry, sir. What was the question?”
“Are you discreet? Are you someone we can trust?”
Strange question, I thought, squirming on the hard seat of the chair. “Oh, yes
sir. I’m very trustworthy.”
Neftalin said, “Even if it means risking your life?”
Thank you for giving me the opportunity to share The Devil’s Bookkeepers with you. It has been an extraordinary
experience for me and I hope you will share this story of love, courage and
suspense with your friends and family, so together we may say, “Never again to
anyone.” Book 2: The Noose Tightens,
will be out soon. The ending is a shocker that you will not believe happened,
but it did.
Sadly, all of the events did happen, but must never happen again.
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