Cell Block 11, Auschwitz

/Beth Wareham

The BBC attached a camera to a drone and sent it over the greatest death factory the world has every known. The result is a haunting ride over abandoned buildings whose silence shout death from every board, brick and wire.

Click on the link below. Take the ride quietly. Think deeply. This is about who you are as a human being on the deepest level.


Recovered after 50 years in a box, Ruth Sidransky’s Reparations: A Novel of War and Rebirth is holocaust fiction that involves two young American Jews – a married couple – and their attempts at the end of the war to help the Jews of the forest and sewers. jews who survived the war hidden, starving, killing food with their bare hands. The writing is controlled, the rage fresh.

And when the killing was done, many Jews wanted only one thing: To begin remaking families – babies – their reparations for almost being wiped off the face of the planet.

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We Know She Was Here: She Left Behind the Pin She Hid at Auschwitz

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Forty years ago, Ruth Sidransky wrote about her experiences as a young American Jew teaching English immediately following the war in Vienna. In this big, sweeping novel, the lead character, Molly Rose, is almost set upon by her English class when they discover she is a Jew. Her protector, a taciturn young woman, sits in front of her in class everyday going forward, protecting her from the other students who would need more than a World War to tame their racism.

That young woman was real. She had been experimented on by Mengele and she had lost her entire family. She could not have a family of her own because of the damage to her body. She gave Sidransky the pin so that she would be remembered, to someone, somewhere.

Let’s remember Clara too.


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Seems Hell Has a Birthday



/Beth Wareham

I have a virtual publishing company. Our first tiny list has a huge novel, old-fashioned, sweeping, rare jewel of a story first begun in 1950, finished by 1960, and then put in a box. For five decades.

The book’s author, Ruth Sidransky, is 85. She lived in Vienna just after World War II. The memories in these pages literally feel like yesterday and all the while, she has the a technical control of a writer three times her age.

Here is Ruth reading from Reparations, a book dedicated to “The Memories of All That Perished in the Fires of the Holocaust.

This is a terrible anniversary but one that ever decent person walking the Earth should honor and respect.

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Sidransky, 85, reads from her masterwork, Reparations, begun in 1950

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Author Ruth Sidransky reads from Reparations, her novel begun in 1950 when, as a young American Jew, she moved to Europe with her husband and began smuggling for the Jews who survived in sewers and the woods.

She makes a European “family” of Holocaust survivors who slowly reveal their stories of horror. And she comes to understand that the only answer to death is life.

Given recent events in Europe, Reparations as a story feels extremely close and relevant as does the heroine’s thoroughly modern choice: to create new life and raise her children in America, commuting back and forth helping build a new country called Israel.

Reparations is a voice coming at us from forty years ago, raw, fascinating, heartbreaking, and finally filled with the wonder of the resilience of human beings.

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Starting a Company


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About six months ago, I started a publishing company. It’s a bunch of people spread across the universe, working at all hours and with varying degrees of jubilation, on stories. We have big long stories about the holocaust and short little stories about a young woman and the first time she understood what bravery meant.

In this first small group of books, we have themes that make me want to run and cry: teenagers hold their mother as she starves to death of stomach cancer; a young American Jewish couple confronts the fallout of the Holocaust in 1950s Europe; essays from an 85-year old writer encouraging young women as they start their lives to seek out valor, courage, honesty, discovery, and living without fear.

And of course, I had to write a little cookbook and throw it in there because hell, why have a publishing company and not publish yourself? It’s masturbation and I LOVE it. (Thank you, Louis C.K.)

The real point of this is that in 6 months, me and my merry band of Indies made 6 books more beautiful and interesting than anything I ever made in a building in mid-town Manhattan. I worked in a skyscraper with 800 people and getting 6 books out took about half that group. I published about 15 books a year, some of it crap, some of it sheer genius. It was a huge, complicated, completely stupid way to make a book. I shudder thinking of those horrible covers.

Me and my merry band are, at our biggest, a group of six. We are always changing, always upping the tech knowledge and speed. We sell books in surprising places, pulled from the pack, highlighting the craftmanship and art of the work. We have no crap trying to sell you something else. We have no corporate boilerplates that mean nothing to any one except that guy in the corporate pr office. We are, to a great extent, enjoying a moment of real freedom.

Take a look at some of the first offerings. Let us know how we are doing. We do this out of love and we do this out of the belief that everyone has a story and the inherent right to tell it the way they want to.

We have nothing but respect for people who put themselves on the line with art, the people willing to expose and examine what is difficult, sometimes beyond comprehension, but essential to the movement – hopefully forward – of the human race.


Here’s Ruth reading from Reparations, a novel begun in the 1950s that sat in a box, one of those special jewels of Indie publishing.

Ruth Sidransky’s three new books as well as her masterpiece IN SILENCE are all available on amazon.

PUBLISHER’S DREAMS: Finding a Jewel in the Box


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Anyone who has ever worked in publishing has a secret longing: To discover a manuscript, dusty, abandoned, forgotten, transformative, beautiful manuscript languishing in a drawer of an old roll top desk or crammed into a shoe box and pushed beneath a bed. We dream of the jewel in the box that only we can find and open. We dream of unleashing a work of genius on the world. It’s a weird fantasy, I’ll admit, but there you have it.

Gone with the Wind. Confederacy of Dunces. 2666, Emily Dickinson. A Death in the Family. The Diary of Anne Frank. Emily Dickinson poems spilling from tabletops and drawers. Everything Franz Kafka ever wrote – flashes of light winking out of the black rock of a deep mine.

My “jewel in the box” rush came with an email from a rock star author I used to publish. His mom had a novel. He didn’t know what shape it was in…it had been written long ago. Would I look?

Long ago was 1950, the beginning of the years author Ruth Sidransky spent in Vienna, smuggling for Jews who survived World War II hiding in the forest. The novel was huge, literally and figuratively, moving across three continents, a world war, genocide, occupation, a marriage, a love affair, God, torture, revenge, annihilation, religion, joy, belief, endless cruelty and death. We learn to love her new friends and as they become closer the cost of their survival is slowly revealed.

Part Sophie’s Choice, part Everything is Illuminated, Reparations is a monumental book that ends with the surprise choice of a thoroughly modern woman and the triumph of the Jewish people to survive and thrive after certain destruction.

Author Sidransky turned 86 this year; proving you just never know where the diamonds are hiding.

This is one of the third books she’ll publish in 2015.

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If You Don’t Like Questions, Memoir Isn’t For You


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I just spent a few days with a novelist who had to keep yelling “SHE ISN’T ME” about the main character in her latest book. Of course it’s her. When publishing, she did put the word “fiction” on it so we had to back down. We have to honor — as friends and literary lovers — that she says the book isn’t her life story. I am not going to know who she was talking about when she wrote about a sexual encounter in the Dean’s office in college. (The idea of it excited me, by the by.)

Who WHO was it? Maybe Louis had the gumption, maybe Mike. Finally, one night, gone on buttery chardonnay, my friend blurted “memoir” instead of novel. I had her dead-to-rights and she knew it. My form of Rendition began.

Within 8 minutes, (I used a kitchen towel and Diet Coke) I’d broken through her little “fiction” to the “memoir” and found she did it on the Dean’s oriental with Martin the TA. I was appalled. Martin looked like Gene Wilder and my friend was in need of an A in Shakespeare. Our friendship has not been the same since.

Own what you’ve lived or use your imagination to build a world in which the reader could live. Spin something into something larger or spend some time on earth before you race to tell your “story.” Know why you do what you do. Do it well. Contribute higher not just more.

I knew who my friend’s heroine in her novel was: I wish she had called it a memoir, given herself credit for a life well-lived and made up something for a story later.

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