There’s a saying in Hebrew, he tells her.
No matter how dark the tapestry God weaves for us,
there’s always a thread of grace.
Mary Doria Russell’s A Thread of Grace is a dense book.
When I read it half-heartedly-dipping in here and there–I just couldn’t muster any enthusiasm. There are many characters and more storylines than a modern novel usually has. The place names are unfamiliar (many are fictional) and it is easy to become lost, dislocated. Like Dostoevsky or Tolstoy, it takes a while to settle in and get comfortable.
His face twists, but he holds back the tears,
determined not to commit the sin of despair.
After I finished this story of the Jewish resistance in Italy, sniffling and throat-lumping, I count it in the top five books about civilian life during WWII. Russell (who grew up in my hometown, Lombard, IL) obviously knows both Jewish and Catholic culture deep down at the roots in this well-researched and well-written story.
She nods and his glorious gap-toothed grin apears,
utterly transforming the homely face.
To make a man so happy! she thinks.
To make this man so beautiful..”Yes.” she says, “Really.”
The courtship of Claudette and Santino, written with sparse, elegant prose, remains long after the book is finished. Santino, a solid man, builds stone walls that will be standing 200 years after he’s gone. Claudia (she Italicizes her name) is a young refugee who is forced to grow up in a short space of time. Like any book with Nazis and Jews, there is difficult-to-digest terror and violence.
The old words come back, prayers he learned as a child.
Misere mei Deus:
Have mercy on me, O God, according to the multitude of thy tender mercies.
The other relationship which barnacled my heart was between a Catholic priest, Osvaldo Tomitz, and Werner Schramm, a German Doktor who has deserted the Nazis. The story begins with Don Tomitz hearing Schramm’s confession–who calculates that he has killed 91,867 people–and ends with Schramm acting as a priest to the father. Don Tomitz wrestles with guilt, forgiveness, atonement and absolution as he ministers to broken people.
May I share some of my favorite sentences?
~ Shutters open like windows in an Advent calendar.
~ Feeble as a good intention, he watches his own feet…
~ He could give a lecture on the natural history of terror.
~ He tries to thank God, but can’t help feeling like a thug’s wife who believe she is loved if a punch goes wide.
~ Autumn light makes the varnished chesnut bookcases beneath the windows glow.