Trek is the memoir of world war II written by my grandmother, Mary Hunt. She was american, and a Radcliffe college girl when she fell in love with my grandfather, a German man studying at Harvard. After they graduated they married and went to live in Switzerland, and then Germany. They had two children: my mother, Erika, and my uncle Jerry. Trek recounts the story of the nearly idyllic pastoral life of my grandfather’s family In rural Eastern Germany.…
This is the sort of novel that transports the reader to an extraordinary time and place. Vivid, passionate, and erudite, it is lovely writing. If the vocabulary of the first chapter doesn’t make you sit up and get out the dictionary (i.e. computer) then you are more literate than I.
The essential subject is that the horror of the second world war intrudes on the paradise of Greece.…
I have morbid curiosity for what evil deeds humans can do to each other. The siege of Sarajevo was easily one of the most brutal wars of the late 20th century, almost as horrific as the Rawandan genocide. This small novel puts one in that terrifying time and place and asks how could one retain one’s humanity amid senseless cruelty and murder?
I assume it is essentially historically accurate. …
My sweetheart gave me this for a present and I started reading it aloud to my 16 year old son. It soon had us both rolling around laughing on the couch. This is delightful, absurd, existential comedy.
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