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A Popular Eastern European Tourist Site is in Trouble, and With It, Our Ability To Preserve History

When people travel for vacation, they usually bring home with them one or two memories that stick in their brain and are resurrected every time they recall the trip. Maybe it’s a sunrise or sunset, a particular meal they ate, a special place they visited, a conversation they had with a local.
In September, 2008 my husband and I spent a week in Poland. This eastern European country is the home of his ancestors and he was determined to see it. We spent a few days in the capital, Warsaw, then took a train south to Krakow, where we spend a couple more days. It was during a day trip from Krakow that I forged a memory that won’t soon go away—the type of memory I mentioned earlier that you bring home with you and sticks in your brain forever.
For me, that memory was of the death camp.
Mostly, I remember my discomfort: the rain as it pelted my face, the wind as it pushed me around like a rag doll, the shuttle bus ride that left my heart pounding because of the uncertainty of what I would feel at this godforsaken place.
Once I got there, it was a whole different level of discomfort: a sickness in my stomach as I learned about the deplorable conditions the prisoners lived in. The anger that arose when I walked through the gas chambers and crematoria.  A tug at my heart upon realizing that many victims watched their loved ones die from disease and starvation.

For 66 years, the Auschwitz-Birkenau concentration camp in southern Poland has stood as a silent testament to the atrocities committed by Nazi Germany during WWII. Nearly 1.1 million people—mostly Jews, but also Poles and other eastern Europeans, gypsies and political prisoners—were murdered here. They were worked, starved, gassed and shot to death.

And right now, Poland is struggling to keep this historic place from crumbling into ruins.
The two camps—Auschwitz the concentration camp and Birkenau the death camp—are falling victim to age, mother nature and mass tourism, and an estimated $165 million is needed to repair them.
Mostly, it is buildings that need saving. A massive effort is being made to restore 45 brick barracks, which each housed hundreds of freezing, starving victims. The barracks’ floors are buckling, walls are cracked, and roofs are caving in. If not cared for now, it is estimated that in as little as ten years, the barracks will be ruins.
But it’s not just buildings that are falling apart. There’s a campaign afoot to save personal effects of the victims—toothbrushes, shoes, even human hair. A state of the art machine is being used to scan and preserve a trove of SS papers, and the notorious “Arbeit Macht Frei” sign that spans the entrance gate at Auschwitz is having its picture taken for preservation purposes.
The overall goal is to preserve the two camps for future generations of tourists, but also to protect the authenticity of the place. That means restoring it to how it looked at war’s end. So far, nearly two-thirds of the money that’s needed has been raised. The director of the site is now seeking private donations to reach their target.

Auschwitz-Birkenau is one of the only concentration camps still standing. It deserves to be protected. No, wait. It’s absolutely essential that Auschwitz-Birkenau be restored. Because there are only a few sites left in the world like this, places that force us to face the horrible barbarity that people can—and still do--inflict on their fellow humans. Auschwitz-Birkenau. Hiroshima. The Killing Fields. The World Trade Towers. We need to take a hard look at these places, visit them, donate our time and money to their preservation—and then fight like hell to make sure that the kind of violence and slaughter that happened on a mass scale at these places doesn’t ever happen again.
But preserving them is hard. There's always the pressure to knock down and bulldoze and pave over to make way for the new and the modern. Or the funds just aren't there. Or there's lack of interest in saving them.

I get this question sometimes: Why on earth did you want to see such a gruesome place while on vacation? My answer is always the same: Because it’s a part of our world history that needs to be seen in order to understand the horror that a generation of people went through, and because I’ve never shied away from challenging myself physically and emotionally if it meant a great reward was waiting for me. Yes, visiting Auschwitz was definitely difficult. But the experience opened my eyes, changed my world view, made me appreciate the freedoms I have as an American.

Can there be a better reward? 

Is 2011 the Year for Debut Novelists?

A best-selling novelist recently told me it’s easier for debut novelists to sell their first book than it is for an established novelist to sell their second or third or fourth. I didn’t believe her, but I didn’t question her further, because who am I to question a best selling novelist who’s been through the process and obviously knows of what she speaks?

And then I read a Washington Post book review for Hannah Pittard’s “The Fates Will Find Their Way” in which the reviewer, Ron Charles, claimed this book was just one of three impressive debuts he’d read in January—a clear indication to him that “new voices can still catch the attention of big publishing houses.”
Hmm. And I thought the only debut novelists selling anything these days were those who wrote about vampires and werewolves and zombies, or who set their tales in dystopian, post-Apocalyptic wastelands. Or both. Not that there’s anything wrong with those genres. Those are the types of books that are popular right now, and there are many talented authors—including plenty of debut novelists--who’re finding success filling the demand created by this niche. Plus, they’re keeping people interested in reading so who am I to complain?
But it got me thinking about the rest of us, debut novelists who don’t write in the popular genre (and whose works sometimes don’t even fit into a genre at all). What are our chances or success? We may not be writing about creatures from the deep or mutant monsters or “end of days” Armageddon, but does that make us any less worthy of attention or praise or glowing reviews? Hell no. It just makes our job that much harder, our marketing efforts more strenuous, our ability to stand out from the (non-zombie) crowd that much tougher.
But it’s being done. By people like the aforementioned Hannah Pittard. And Karen Russell, who is finding success with Swamplandia!, her debut about gator wrestlers at a run-down theme park in Florida. She’s wicked talented, and there’s no doubt her book will become a best-seller. Oh, and Helen Simonson, the author who told me that debut novels sell more frequently than second or third or fourth books. Her debut, Mr. Pettigrew’s Last Stand, about a retired major who must navigate the stuffy upper-class characters in his hometown in England while grappling with his feelings for an outcast Pakistani woman, was a best-seller last year.
So I guess Mr. Charles, the Washington Post book reviewer, is right. The publishing industry is looking for new voices and unique stories, not the same-old, same-old. These three ladies are shining examples that people are craving something different. Which is awesome for authors like me, who are writing stuff that can’t easily be classified. And that’s okay, Ms. Simonson said. She tried to fit the mold and write in a popular genre, only to discover that not only did it not feel right, but she felt like she was betraying herself. The writing process became so much easier for her, she said, when she switched gears and wrote about what she was truly passionate about. And you know what? It worked. Her debut novel became a best seller. “Write it, and they will come,” she suggested.
Now Ms. Simonson is working on book number two, which I’m sure she’s freaking out about, since she’s the one who told me second books don’t sell as easily as debuts.
So my advice to her is this: since this Englishwoman loves to write about her home country and had success setting her debut there, she should totally write a follow up novel about mutant virus-infected monsters invading her precious England on the eve of the apocalypse.
Guaranteed best-seller.