Friends
keep asking me how well Memories from Cherry Harvest is selling. Because
it was only officially released a few weeks ago, it’s much too early to say. The
exciting thing for me is that some of my friends who received advance copies
have had a chance to read it and respond. This past week brought me a couple of
noteworthy communications.
On Monday I
received a phone call from Joan and Henry Stone, now in their 80s, friends of
my parents. I grew up with their children. Their family joined with ours and
two other families every year for a joint Passover Seder. We called ourselves
the “seder family.” Joan and Henry are Holocaust survivors. Each of them fled
as teenagers from Germany with their immediate families and witnessed the
disintegration of their larger families and communities. Joan still has the
yellow star she was forced to wear pinned to her coat before her family fled
Europe. They called to tell me how much the book means to them. It preserved
and portrayed many of the experiences of themselves and others they knew during
the war. As they said, it encompassed the Jewish experience on many levels and
in many places, America, Israel, Eastern Europe. Since our conversation, Joan
has been sending me the names and contact information for Holocaust survivor
organizations throughout the country. What an amazing resource she is! As I
recall, I inscribed the copy of the book that I sent to them with the words “we
will always remember.”
On Tuesday
I began corresponding via email with my friend Rajni who lives in Glasgow,
Scotland. She had just completed the book. She read it while vacationing in
France, which she swiftly realized was particularly apropos since much of the
first section of the book takes place in France. She wanted to tell me that the
book had prompted her to phone her father to ask for more information about her
own family history. Rajni is my age, in fact we have the same birthday. She was
born in Nakodar (in the Punjab) the day I was born in Schenectady. Her family emigrated to
Scotland when she was about four years old. Her father is probably close to 90,
and still has all his wits about him. Rajni said that in the course of their
conversation (prompted by the book) she discovered for the first time that her
great-great grandmother was from Afghanistan. One of the things that I strive
to do as a writer is to make a difference in people’s lives with my writing, so
I’m gratified that the book opened a conversation for Rajni with her father
that provided revelations about her ancestry.
On
Wednesday I checked on Goodreads to see if anyone had posted a new review of
the book. I have received wonderful positive reviews from complete strangers writing
on Goodreads. Sure enough, more reviews had appeared, all of them good, all of
them written by women, and a pattern was emerging. Women are reading the book
and then passing it along to their daughters or mothers, granddaughters or
grandmothers. Women are discussing the book across generations. The book lends
itself well to discussion. I hope the reader often wants to jump into the
conversation with the characters and make a contribution. That seems true of
the book. So it’s a good book for people to read together, excellent for book
groups. I love this phenomenon of people sharing the book across generations. And
also that the book serves as a doorway to valuable, often revelatory
conversations about family.
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