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A compulsively readable literary masterpiece, is the shared confessional of three sisters who have decided to kill themselves at the end of the 20th century, honoring the dark legacy that has haunted their extraordinary family for decades. How do three sisters write a single suicide note? In the waning days of 1999, the Alter sisters Lady, Vee, and Delph finalize their plans to end their lives. Their reasons are not theirs alone; they are the last in a long line of Alters who have killed themselves, beginning with their great-grandmother, the wife of a Jewish Nobel Prize-winning chemist who developed the first poison gas used in World War I and the lethal agent used in Third Reich gas chambers. The chemist himself, their son Richard, and Richards children all followed suit. The childless sisters also define themselves by their own bad luck. Lady, the oldest, never really resumed living after her divorce. Vee is facing cancers return. And Delph, the youngest, is resigned to a spinsters life of stifled dreams. But despite their pain they love each other fiercely, and share a darkly brilliant sense of humor. As they gather in the ancestral Upper West Side apartment to close the circle of the Alter curse, an epic story about four generations of one family inspired in part by the troubled life of German-Jewish Fritz Haber, Nobel Prize winner and inventor of chlorine gas unfolds. is a magnificent tale of fate and blood, sin and absolution; partly a memoir of sisters unified by a singular burden, partly an unflinching eulogy of those who have gone before, and above all a profound commentary on the events of the 20th century.

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Judith Mitchell

A Reunion Of Ghosts

For my parents,

Leo and Claire Mitchell

The only reason for time is so that everything doesnt happen at once.

ALBERT EINSTEIN

Suddenly all my ancestors are standing beside me. Be still, they say.

Watch and listen. You are the result of the love of thousands.

LINDA HOGAN, Dwell: A Spiritual History of the Living World

THE ALTER FAMILY TREE

As of the First Day of Summer 1999

PART ONE The Ghosts CHAPTER 1 From a distance the tattoo wrapped around - photo 1

PART ONE. The Ghosts

CHAPTER 1

From a distance the tattoo wrapped around Delphs calf looks like a serpentine chain, but stand closer and its actually sixty-seven tiny letters and symbols that form a sentence a curse:

the sins of the fathers are visited upon the children to the 3rd & 4th generations

We are that fourth generation: Lady, Vee, and Delph Alter, three sisters who share the same Riverside Drive apartment in which they were raised; three women of a certain age, those ages being, on this first day of summer 1999, forty-nine, forty-six, and forty-two. Were also seven fewer Jews than a minyan make, a trio of fierce believers in all sorts of mysterious forces that we dont understand, and a triumvirate of feminists who nevertheless describe ourselves in relation to relationships: were a partnerless, childless, even petless sorority consisting of one divorcee (Lady), one perpetually grieving widow (Vee), and one spinster that would be Delph.

When we were young women, with our big bosoms and butts, our black-rimmed glasses low on the bridges of our broad beaky noses, our dark hair corkscrew curly, we resembled a small flock of intellectual geese in fright wigs, and people struggled to tell us apart. These days its less difficult.

Lady is the oldest, and now that shes one year shy of fifty, shes begun to look it, soft at the jaw, bruised and creped beneath her eyes. Shes the one who wears nothing but black, not in a chic New York way, but in the way of someone who finds making an effort exhausting. Every day: sweatshirt, jeans, sneakers, all black. I work in a bookstore, she says, and then I come home and stay home. Who do I have to dress up for? She wears no bra, hasnt since the 1960s, and these days her breasts sag to her belly, making her seem even rounder than she is. Who cares? she says. Its not like Im trying to meet someone. Her hair, which she wears in a long queue held with a leather and stick barrette, is freighted with gray.

Vee is the tallest (though we are all short), and the thinnest (though none of us is thin). Her face is unlined as if shes never had any cares, which (she says with good reason) is a laugh. She doesnt like black, prefers cobalts and purples and emeralds, royal colors that make her look alive even as shes dying. Isnt that what fashion is? she says. A nonverbal means of lying about the sad, naked truth? She wears no bra either, but in her case its because she has no breasts. She has no hair either. Chemo-induced alopecia, they call it. No hair, no eyebrows, no eyelashes. Her underarms, her legs theyre little-girl smooth. As is the rest of her. Little-girl smooth.

Delph is still the baby. Even now, two years into her forties, she looks much younger than the other two. Shes the smallest, barely five foot one, and the chubbiest, and she still wears girlish clothes: white peasant blouses with embroidery and drawstrings; long floral skirts that sometimes skim the ground, the hems frayed from sidewalks. As for her hair, its always been the longest, the wildest, the curliest, those curls bouffanting into the air, rippling down her back, tendriling around her big hoop earrings, falling into her mouth, spiraling down into her eyes. She says theres nothing to be done about it; its just the way her hair wants to be. Theres plenty to be done about it, Vee has said more than once. Just get me a pair of hedge clippers, and Ill show you.

So: black-clad, gray-haired, saggy, baggy Lady. Pale-skinned, bald-headed, flat-chested Vee. And little Delph. Three easily distinguishable women. And yet people still mix us up. The aged super who has known us since we were children. Our neighbors, old and new. We dont resent it. Even our mother used to get jumbled up and call us by the wrong names. Sometimes we do it ourselves.

Im Delph, Delph will say to Lady, who has just called her Vee for the third time in an evening. Most of the time, though, we let it go.

And sometimes one of us, sleepy or tipsy, catches a glimpse of herself in a mirror, and for a moment even she mistakes herself for one of the others.

Also, sometimes we confuse things by wearing each others clothes.

Like many of the Alter women in the generations before ours, we were named for flowers but Lady is how Lily pronounced her name as a toddler, and it stuck; Vee is as much of Veronica as anyone has ever bothered to utter; and Delph is short for Delphine, which our mother thought was the name of the vivid blue perennial, but actually means like a dolphin. We dont mind the nicknames. You might even say weve cultivated them. The flower names our mother picked never thrilled us. The funereal lily. The purple veronica, known for its ability to withstand neglect. Delphs name that isnt quite what it was supposed to be. Neither the gods of flora nor the gods of fauna knew who had jurisdiction over me, Delph likes to declaim. No wonder I fell through the cracks.

The truth is, we all fell through the cracks, and thats where weve stayed. Our father left when Lady was seven, Vee four, Delph swaddled. Our mother. . well, thats another sad story. But life between the cracks isnt so bad when youve got sisters. It can be cozy and warm, when thats what you want. It can be filled with in-jokes and conversational shorthand and foolishness, if thats whats needed. Or it can be silent and still, which we tend to appreciate these days, given that, in addition to everything else, weve grown ever more introverted, even a touch agoraphobic.

All of which makes us well suited to the project we embark upon tonight, namely writing this whatever-it-is this memoir, this family history, this quasi-confessional.

Our subject is the last four generations of Alters, up through and including our own. We plan to record all the sorrows and stumbles as well as all the accomplishments and contributions. Were sorry to say thereve been many of the former, far fewer of the latter. This is especially true when it comes to our own generation. Were the entirety of the fourth generation; were the last of the Alter line; were thats all there is, there aint no more; and weve brought the family name no glory.

On the other hand, weve brought it no shame either, which is more than certain preceding generations can say. That first generation, for instance, which starred our infamous great-grandfather, Lorenz Otto Alter, World War I hero, World War I criminal. Genius and monster. He was the sinner who doomed us all.

Still, he accomplished things. Good things, bad things, Nobel Prize winning things. Not so the three of us. Weve accomplished nothing, contributed even less, and we fear for the poor sap wholl someday be saddled with our eulogies. What will this hapless orator say? Delph Alter, the youngest sister, never left a filing cabinet less organized than she found it. Vee Alter, the benighted monkey in the middle, spent her entire adult life as a paralegal at a law firm where she drafted wills and settled estates a deadly occupation. Lady Alter, the eldest, stood behind a cash register, ringing up purchases of paperbacks and magazines, saying little all day besides thank you and do you need a bag for that and romance is the third aisle on your left.

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