I Was a Child of Holocaust Survivors distills, through text and drawings, including panels in the comic-book format, Bernice Eisenstein\'s memories of her 1950s\' childhood in Toronto with her Yiddish-speaking parents, whose often unspoken experiences of war were nevertheless always present. .``--Excerpts from I Was a Child of Holocaust Survivors. . .
All my life, I\'ve looked for more in order to fill in the parts of my father that had gone missing.
If I could see him staring out through barbed wire, I thought I would then know how to remember him, know what he was made to become, and then possibly know what he might have been. ``While my father was alive, I searched to find his face among those documented photographs of Survivors of Auschwitz -- actually, photos from any camp would do. . . .
Each time is different.
It is not a place that has been mapped, fixed by coordinates of longitude and latitude, whereby I can retrace a step and come to the same place again. ``I am lost in memory.
I Was a Child of Holocaust Survivors is destined to become a classic.
No one who sees this book will not be deeply affected by its beautiful, highly evocative writing and brilliantly original and haunting artwork created by the author.
But more than a book about the Holocaust and its far-reaching shadows, this moving, visually ravishing graphic memoir speaks universally about memory, loss, and recovery of the past.
With poignancy and searing honesty, Eisenstein explores with ineffable sadness and bittersweet humour her childhood growing up in the shadow of the Holocaust.
The book began to take root in her imagination several years ago, almost a decade after her father\'s death.
Eisenstein\'s parents met in Auschwitz, near the end of the war and were married shortly after Liberation.
The memories also draw on inherited fragments of stories about relatives lost to the war whom she never met.
I Was a Child of Holocaust Survivors distills, through text and drawings, including panels in the comic-book format, Bernice Eisenstein\'s memories of her 1950s\' childhood in Toronto with her Yiddish-speaking parents, whose often unspoken experiences of war were nevertheless always present
