A Thread of Grace
A Novel
Mary Doria Russell
Alla mia famiglia
with thanks to Susa and Tomek,
who made me reach for more
Quello che siete, fummo.
What you are, we were.
Quello che siamo, sarete.
What we are, you shall be.
FROM AN ITALIAN CEMETERY
ITALIAN JEWS
Renzo Leoni, a.k.a. Ugo Messner, Stefano Savoca, Don Gino Righetti
Lidia Segre Leoni, his widowed mother; la nonna (the grandmother)
Tranquillo Loeb, her eldest daughters husband
Iacopo Soncini, chief rabbi of SantAndrea
Mirella Casutto Soncini, his wife
Angelo, their young son
Altira, their first daughter, deceased
Rosina, their second daughter
Giacomo Tura, elderly Hebrew scribe
JEWISH REFUGEES
Claudette Blum, Belgian teenager;
Claudia Fiori, la vedova (the widow)
Albert Blum, her father
Duno Brssler, Austrian teenager, partisan
Herrmann and Frieda Brssler, his parents
Liesl and Steffi, his younger sisters
Rivka Ivanova Brssler, his paternal grandmother
Jakub Landau, organizer for the Italian CNL (Committee for National Liberation); il polacco (the Pole)
ITALIAN CATHOLICS
Suora (Sister) Marta, middle-aged nun
Suora Corniglia, novice, later nun; Suora Fossette (Sister Dimples)
Massimo Malcovato, her father; il maggiore (the major)
Don (male honorific) Osvaldo Tomitz, priest, SantAndrea
Don Leto Girotti, priest, San Mauro; il prete rosso (the red priest)
Santino Cicala, infantryman, Calabrian draftee
Catarina Dolcino, the Leonis landlady; Rina
Serafino Brizzolari, municipal bureaucrat, SantAndrea
Antonia Usodimare, proprietress, Pensione Usodimare
Tercilla Lovera, contadina (peasant woman), Santa Chiara
Pierino, Tercillas son; il postino (the postman)
Bettina, his sister
Battista Goletta, Fascist farmer, Valdottavo
Attilio Goletta, his cousin, Communist sharecropper
Tullio Goletta, Attilios son, partisan
Adele Toselli, elderly housekeeper, San Mauro rectory
Nello Toselli, her nephew, partisan
Maria Avoni, partisan; la puttana tedesca (the German whore)
Otello Rollero, partisan, interpreter for Simon Henley
BRITISH
Simon Henley, signalman, Special Operations executive
GERMANS
Werner Schramm, deserter, Oberstabsarzt (medical officer) Waffen-SS
Irmgard, his sister, deceased
Erhardt von Thadden, Gruppenfhrer (division commander) Waffen-SS; the Schoolmaster
Martina, his wife
Helmut Reinecke, his adjutant, Hauptsturmfhrer (captain), later Standartenfhrer (colonel, regimental commander)
Ernst Kunkel, Oberscharfhrer (staff sergeant), aide to von Thadden
Artur Huppenkothen, Oberstpolizei (police colonel), Gestapo
Erna, his sister
AUSTRIA
1907
This is what everyone would remember about his mother: her home was immaculate. Even in a place where cleanliness was pursued with religious zeal, her household was renowned for its faultless order. In Klaras mind, there was no gradation between purity and filth.
She had sinned as a girl, made pregnant by her married uncle. Adultery stained her soul black, and God punished her as she deserved. Her sin child died.
So did her aunt, and Klara became her uncles newest wife, dutifully raising her stepchildren, keeping them very clean and very quiet, so her uncle-husband would not become angry and bring out his leather whip. Her husband was no more merciful than her God.
Her second son died, and then her small daughter. Soon after she buried little Ida, Klara became pregnant again. Her fourth child was a sickly boy whose weakness her uncle-husband despised. Klara was ashamed that her children had died. She hovered over the new baby anxiously, told him constantly that she loved and needed him, hoping that her neighbors would notice how well he was cared for. Hoping that her uncle-husband would come to approve of her son. Hoping that God would hear her pleas, and let this child live.
Her prayers, it seemed, were answered, but the neighbors were bemused by Klaras mothering. She nursed her little boy for two years. Hed squirm away, or turn his face from her, but she pushed her nipple into his mouth regardless of what troubled him. She fed and fed and fed that child. Food was medicine. Food could ward off numberless, nameless, lurking diseases. Eat, shed plead. Eat, or youll get sick and die. It was immoderate, even in a village where mothers expected children to swallow whatever was put before them, and to clean their plates.
In adulthood, Klaras son would have nightmares about suffocation. He would suck on a finger in times of stress, or stuff himself with chocolates. He was obsessed with his bodys odors and became a vegetarian, convinced that this diet reduced his propensity to sweat excessively and improved the aroma of his intestinal gas. He discussed nutritional theories at length but had a poor appetite. He could not watch others eat without trying to spoil their enjoyment. Hed call broth corpse tea, and once pointed out that a roast suckling pig looked just like a cooked baby.
Whenever he looked in a mirror, he would see his mothers eyes: china blue and frightened. Frightened of dirt, of her husband, of illness, and of God. Klaras son was frightened, too. Frightened of priests and hunters, of cigarette smokers and skiers, of liberals, journalists, germs and dirt, of gypsies, judges, and Americans. He was frightened of being wrong, of being weak, of being effeminate. Frightened of poets and of Poles, of academics and Jehovahs Witnesses. Frightened of moonlight and horses, of snow and water and the dark. Frightened of microbes and spirochetes, of feces, and of old men, and of the French.
The very blood in his veins was dangerous. There were birth defects and feeblemindedness in his incestuous family. His uncle-father was a bastard, and Klaras son worried all his life that unsavory gossip about his ancestry would become public. He was frightened of sexual intercourse and never had children, afraid his tainted blood would be revealed in them. He was terrified of cancer, which took his mothers life, and horrified that he had suckled at diseased breasts.
How could anyone live with so much fear?
His solution was to simplify. He sought and seized one all-encompassing explanation for the existence of sin and disease, for all his failures and disappointments. There was no weakness in his parents, his blood, his mind. He was faultless; others were filth. He could not change his china blue eyes, but he could change the world they saw. He would identify the secret source of every evil and root it out, annihilating at a stroke all that threatened him. He would free Europe of pollution and defilement only health and confidence and purity and order would remain!
Are such grim and comic facts significant, or merely interesting? Heres another: the doctor who could not cure Klara Hitlers cancer was Jewish.
Greater Italy
1943
Anno Fascista XXII
PORTO SANTANDREA, LIGURIA
NORTHWESTERN COAST OF ITALY
A simple answer to a simple question. Thats all Werner Schramm requires.
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