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A Century of Wisdom: Lessons from the Life of Alice Herz-Sommer, the World's Oldest Living Holocaust Survivor (English Edition) [Format Kindle]

Caroline Stoessinger
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Alice and Franz Kafka
 
As she unlatched the garden gate, eight-year-old Alice caught her first glimpse of a tall, very thin young man who, many years later, would be known as one of the greatest writers of the twentieth century. Franz Kafka was Uncle Franz to Alice. He had arrived in a horse-drawn cart with a little bunch of multicolored flowers for her mother. As the flowers wilted in the sun, Kafka stopped to feed the horse apples that had fallen to the ground. “Poor Franz,” Alice reminisces. “He apologized for the flowers. But not because of their sad state but because there were so many different colors. He said he just couldn’t decide which color to choose.”
 
Alice had two older brothers, Georg and Paul, and two sisters, Irma, who was twelve years older than Alice, and Marianne, nicknamed Mitzi, who was Alice’s twin. Irma had become engaged to Felix “Fritz” Weltsch, an outgoing young philosopher who had met Kafka when they both were studying law at Charles University. Rejecting law as their profession, they became fast friends when they worked together in the same insurance firm. Away from work Weltsch pursued a second doctorate in philosophy, while Kafka wrote and began to publish, and together with Max Brod and Oscar Baum they formed a writers’ group, the “Prague Four.” Later they befriended a teenage poet, Franz Werfel.
 
It was only natural that Weltsch would invite his best friend to meet his future in-laws. “He very often came to our house,” Alice explains. Kafka felt so at ease in the Herzs’ literary and musical home that he became a regular at their Sunday table. “He was [like] a member of our family,” Alice says. Struggling with his Jewish identity, he found the warmth of their secular German Jewish life reassuring. Throughout his life Kafka settled on a kind of middle road with regard to his Jewish heritage, living by Jewish values, without adherence—other than his Bar Mitzvah—to organized religious traditions. He presented himself to the world and to his friends as a member of the European bourgeoisie, impeccably mannered and properly dressed. It is nearly impossible to find a photograph of Kafka casually clothed. As a child Alice thought it was strange that Franz always looked dressed for the office even on outings or picnics.
 
Observant Alice was quick to analyze and accept Kafka’s ways. He could be depended on to be late, to forget something, and even to lose his way—and then he would arrive apologizing for all of the above. He was so apologetic that it felt to Alice as if he were apologizing for the food he ate or even for simply being alive. But once he got past this, he was a lot of fun, and very responsible with children. In summers Kafka, who was fond of swimming, would organize parties under the Charles Bridge. Alice and Mitzi were often invited, along with Irma and her fiancé. Long before she met Kafka, Alice had become a superb swimmer and had no difficulty racing across the Vltava River.
 
One of Alice’s most endearing memories of Kafka was the cloudless summer day he showed up unannounced at their country house on the nanny’s day off. The twins were fidgety and impatient; they wanted to explore the nearby forest or go somewhere for a picnic. Kafka suggested a walking expedition in the surrounding countryside. Sofie reluctantly gave her permission, and with Alice and Mitzi as companions, Kafka took off for an adventurous day of exercise and fun. He was a speed walker, having taken up the sport to build strength in his frail body. The little girls did their best to keep up, but after the first mile, they had to slow down and then stop for a break. Kafka found a log the twins could use for a bench and a tree stump for himself. From his perch he commanded their attention with stories about fantastic imaginary beasts. The more they laughed the wilder Kafka’s inventions became. After an hour or so he produced “magic” sandwiches and a thermos of tea, which he claimed an invisible animal, half-bear and half-goat, had left for them in the woods. The great writer-to-be had as much fun as his charges.
 
Alice would always remember Franz Kafka as an “eternal child.”
 
From the age of nine Alice would sit beside her mother and listen to Kafka talk endlessly about the book he was writing or the one he wanted to write. Her mother was fascinated with the writer’s gifts, as literature and music had become an escape from her unhappy arranged marriage. Sofie was particularly intrigued by Kafka’s opening sentences, which were modern, even revolutionary in the early years of the twentieth century. He began his novel The Trial with “Someone must have slandered Josef K., for one morning, without having done anything wrong, he was arrested.” The Metamorphosis begins with “When Gregor Samsa woke up one morning from unsettling dreams, he found himself changed in his bed into a monstrous vermin.” And The Castle draws the reader in with “It was late evening when K. arrived.”
 
Alice would beg him to tell her the stories over and over again. But she always wanted to know the ending—and that he could not answer. He simply could not complete his work. Later on he would write, “I am familiar with indecision, there’s nothing I know so well, but whenever something summons me, I fall flat, worn out by half-hearted inclinations and hesitations over a thousand earlier trivialities.”
 
When Alice and her mother asked him why he went to law school and became an attorney if he did not want to practice law, Kafka’s answer was simply that he could not decide what to study. He made this doubly clear when, after quitting Richard Lowy’s law firm, he wrote, “It had never been my intention to remain in the legal profession. On October 1, 1906, I entered his service and remained there until October 1, 1907.”
 
One year Kafka celebrated Passover with the Herz family. Despite his distaste for observing such traditions, he found Passover with Alice’s relatives a joyful family affair. He seemed to tolerate and even accept in the Herz home precisely what he despised in his own family, especially his father’s hypocritical annual practice of Jewish traditions. In A Letter to His Father, Kafka wrote, “I could not understand how, with the insignificant scrap of Judaism you yourself possessed, you could reproach me. . . . Four days a year you went to the synagogue, where you were . . . closer to the indifferent than to those who took it seriously.”
 
At holiday time Sofie’s Orthodox mother, Fanny, who lived with them, took over the kitchen and did her best to observe the Passover traditions. With the help of the maid, Fanny made kosher chicken soup, matzo balls, and the most tender brisket of beef. A few days before the holiday, she disposed of all leftover breads and pastries made with yeast and cleaned the cooking utensils, plates, and glasses with boiling water. Sofie and the children helped with the housecleaning. They polished the silver and set out their finest table linens. Alice was the most industrious, working hard to gain both her mother’s and her grandmother’s approval.
 
Alice’s father, who was usually excessively frugal, opened his home to friends—gentiles, neighbors, strangers, and the poor—for the holiday, in keeping with the tradition. He also invited the most senior of his factory workers to share in the seder feast. In 1912, the year that Kafka probably participated, the Herz seder was one of their largest and, aside from the family and Felix, included Kafka, neighbors, several factory workers, and the writer Oskar Baum. Irma cautioned Alice to treat Baum, who was blind, just like anyone else. Much later, when Max Brod wrote about Kafka’s first meeting with Baum, Alice recognized her sister’s advice as a seminal moment in her moral education. As Brod was introducing them, Kafka silently bowed to Baum, greeting the blind man as an equal. “That was what he was like,” Baum said. “Superior in depth of humanity to the ordinary run of kindness.”
 
Alice does not recall all who came for the holiday that year. What she remembers is folding the snow-white linen napkins, so she knows there were many guests at the table that evening. Alice also thinks that Kafka asked her to sit next to him.
 
It was the duty of Alice and Mitzi to distribute the Haggadoth, the booklets recounting the story of Passover. Friedrich Herz, who had also been raised Orthodox, led the abridged readings in German; Alice and Mitzi, who were the youngest, read the four questions together; their father explained the ancient meaning of Passover; and Kafka helped the girls search for the afikomen. They all repeated the ancient text “This year we are here, next year in Jerusalem.” No one, with the possible exception of Kafka, could have imagined that Jerusalem would become their safe haven in less than thirty years. When their father led “Dayenu,” the children’s favorite Passover song, in his rich baritone voice, everyone, even Kafka, sang. When the men retired to the living room for fine French brandy and cigars, they asked eight-year-old Alice to play. She obliged with a bagatelle by Beethoven and a Chopin waltz.
 
Kafka frequently fell in love. Although he made it clear that he dreamed of marriage, he complained that no one understood him. “To have one person with this understanding, a woman for example, . . . would mean to have God,” he wrote in his diary. He was not looking for a wife who insisted on crystal chandeliers and—as Alice says—“that heavy German furniture.” But Alice and her mother were certain that he would never decide to marry. He introduced Felice Bauer to them as his fiancée, then broke off the engagement only to get engaged to her a second time—for just a few weeks, until he changed his mind again. Hoping to comfort him, Alice’s mother suggested to Kafka that he, like Beethoven and Brahms, was an artist and that he belonged to the world rather than to one woman.
 
But that was before Dora. Both Alice and her mother felt that twenty-five-year-old Dora Diamant was a different and affirmative presence in his life. Alice’s mother said Franz had found his own true nature in Dora, and she hoped he would marry her. Thinking back to those days, Alice feels that her mother was instinctively right. Kafka was attracted to Dora’s independent spirit as well as her motherly gentleness. Watching her scaling and gutting fish in the kitchen of a summer camp, he disapprovingly blurted out, “Such gentle hands and such bloody work.” Dora was embarrassed. Brod revealed, “That was the beginning of his friendship with Dora Diamant, his life’s companion.”
 
Like Kafka’s mother, Dora had been raised Orthodox, but like Kafka, she had escaped from her family’s plans for her life. Even though Kafka had suffered through his Bar Mitzvah in 1896, he had since declared himself an atheist and a socialist. Dora’s family had insisted that she marry early and aspired for her to be a wife and mother. Dora literally ran away from home to Berlin to get an education, and became a kindergarten teacher. She had leaned toward Zionism and shared Kafka’s interest in Yiddish literature, later influencing his fascination with the Talmud. When she and Kafka began living together in Berlin, it was, they said, their first step toward a permanent home together in Palestine.
 
It was clear that Dora loved Kafka completely. When they first met and fell instantly in love, Kafka was forty years old, fifteen years older than Dora and already suffering with tuberculosis. As his disease soon required hospitalization, he was admitted to a sanatorium in Kierling, near Vienna. Alice remembers her mother’s concern when Dora moved into Kafka’s room to help care for him day and night. Miraculously, she never contracted tuberculosis. For a time he seemed to improve and even wrote cheerful letters to Alice’s family. Even so, their time together was short-lived. Barely a year after their love affair started, on June 3, 1924, Kafka died, just as he was about to become famous.
 
Kafka’s body was brought back to Prague for burial in Stranice, the New Jewish Cemetery. Together with her entire family Alice attended his funeral in the cemetery chapel. Alice was nearly twenty-one by that time and well on her way to her own celebrity as a pianist.
 
Alice would see Dora once again—in 1950 in Israel, where Alice had immigrated after the war. Dora had settled in England, having escaped Stalin’s Russia and Hitler’s Holocaust; she had married and had a daughter. Because she had been an impassioned Zionist, Dora’s single visit to Israel was a dream come true. Again Alice, Dora, and Felix Weltsch shared stories about Kafka, and pondered whether he would have been pleased or frightened by his posthumous fame. If he had lived, would he have agreed finally to marry Dora? Often calling herself Dora Kafka, Dora still believed that she would have been his wife, whereas Alice was certain he might have found some clever way out of the decision.
 
Alice has never stopped thinking about Kafka and his kindness to her. But why was he so indecisive? Why did he leave his books without endings? After many years of mulling it over, talking with Brod, and reading numerous books on Kafka, Alice has a theory—not found in any of the biographies of him she owns.
 
Alice explains that Kafka’s mother was Orthodox, whereas his very strict and—according to Franz—somewhat cruel father was completely secular, maybe even an atheist. If Kafka practiced his mother’s faith, he would face his father’s wrath. And to renounce the religion of his mother and her ancestors would be to profoundly hurt the one who gave him life. Alice concludes, “Kafka never knew where he belonged, was never certain of his identity, or which path to take. To choose would mean that he would disappoint one of his parents. This, I think, was the core of his problem.”
 
Alice notes that Kafka himself might be amused that scholars today debate his work in a Kafkaesque way. Some say his writings have nothing to do with Judaism or with his Jewish roots. Other scholars declare his work to be completely Jewish writing.
 
Alice accepts both verdicts as partially true.
Interlude
 
An Emerald Ring
 
“He was not very beautiful—not good-looking at all,” Alice muses. “But he was oh, so charming. Women were crazy for him.” She is referring to Kafka’s confidant and biographer Max Brod. Having known each other in Prague—Brod wrote rave reviews of Alice’s first concerts and was a good friend of Alice’s family—Alice and Brod reconnected as immigrants in Israel after Alice arrived in 1949.
 
Always a ladies’ man, Brod was currently smitten with Annie, a red-haired young Russian woman. He had decided that this beauty should improve her piano skills under Alice’s expert guidance. Because he was a friend and one of the few connections to her past life in Prague, Alice agreed to squeeze the unlikely student into her schedule.
 

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'A Century of Wisdom is a stately and elegant book about an artist who found deliverance in her passion for music. Caroline Stoessinger writes with a special purity, as though she were arranging pearls on a string of silk.' (Pat Conroy)

'I have rarely read a Holocaust survivor's memoir as enriching and meaningful. Get Caroline Stoessinger's book, A Century of Wisdom, telling Alice Herz-Sommer's tale of her struggles and triumphs. You will feel rewarded.' (Elie Wiesel)

'As one of millions who fell in love with Alice on YouTube, a 107-year-old Holocaust survivor who plays the piano and greets each day with no hint of bitterness, I'm grateful to Caroline Stoessinger for writing a book that explains this mystery. You will be inspired by the story of Alice Herz-Sommer, who lived to teach us.' (Gloria Steinem)

'I'd walked on the cobblestones in Prague for thirty years wondering who might have walked on them before me: Kafka, Freud, Mahler. It feels like a miracle to have encountered, in Caroline Stoessinger's wonderful book, Alice Herz-Sommer, who walked with them all - with a heart full of music.' (Peter Sis)

'Caroline Stoessinger's celebration of music and life, the meaning and legacy of Alice Herz-Sommer's remarkable love-filled journey across the bitter hate-filled years of 20th-century madness is lyrical, compelling, and profoundly moving. This is an extraordinary, enchanting, entirely inspiring book - most timely and needed now.' (Blanche Wiesen Cook, author of Eleanor Roosevelt)

A sweetly affecting collection (Kirkus)

'From countless hours and interviews conducted over the course of several years, she has mined a treasure trove of insight and reflection. Herz-Sommer's life is a tribute to the purity of artistic endeavor under the most devastating circumstances, and her refusal to be bitterly defined or essentially reshaped by tragedy is a testament to moral and spiritual courage. As the number of Holocaust survivors dwindles, it becomes increasingly important to capture and communicate their individual stories.' (Booklist)

'A Century of Wisdom is universal and will enrich readers for generations to come' (Itzhak Perlman)

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5.0 étoiles sur 5 quelle leçon de vie !! 7 juin 2015
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L'auteure a interviewé Alice Sommer Hertz dans son petit appartement de Londres. Elle transmet le vécu de cette femme hors du commun qui tout au long de sa vie a su regarder tout ce qui lui arrivait avec sagesse et optimisme. Alice Sommer Herts se détourne délibérément de tout ce qui est négatif et nourrit tout aussi délibérément tout ce qui est positif et beau. Elle rayonne une joie puisée dans son amour inconditionnel de la musique qu'elle pratique tous les jours depuis cent ans !! Elle attire la sympathie et l'amitié de tous les grands musiciens actuels et aussi de toutes les personnes qui ont le privilège de la connaitre. Elle est morte à 110 ans en 2013.
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5.0 étoiles sur 5 Splendide! Un magnifique témoignage de dignité humaine! 20 septembre 2014
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Il n'a pas d'autre commentaire à faire.... Merci de ce témoignage de sagesse en vérité, Merci Alice, merci Caroline Stoessinger!
Un incroyable encouragement vers un profond revirement d'attitude de vie!
Un livre de chevet à garder et à relire quand la vie nous semble maussade et nous motiver à regarder la vie avec un autre regard, non aux circonstances qui nous accablent mais à la force qui est en nous et nous motive et l'accueil spontané du moment présent ouvrant sur l'émerveillement de tous les instants de la vie.
A lire sans aucun doute!
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5.0 étoiles sur 5 Truly Inspiring! 5 février 2012
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Before you think that, a story about a 108 year-old Holocaust survivor will be sad, think again. This is no re-hash of history. Amazingly upbeat, the author gives us an accurate account of Alice Herz-Sommer's life. (Having seen a brief documentary featuring Mrs. Herz-Sommer several years ago, I know her portrayal is accurate.)

Alice will destroy every concept you may have about old people. "She says that, just because she is old in years, she is not irrelevant. And more insistently Alice says, 'My mind is young. My emotions and my imagination are still young.' Then with a whimsical bit of laughter, 'Of course, I do have some experience.' 'You cannot see the real me inside my wrinkled skin, the life of my emotions. What you see is only the outer face of a very old woman.'

Zest for life emanates from her. Herz-Sommer, a concert pianist, lives through her music. Embracing Spinoza's philosophy, she believes that, "....death and life are part of the same infinity or God...We come from and return to Infinity." "Things are as they are supposed to be. I am still here--never too old so long as I breathe to wonder, to learn, and yes, still to teach. Curiosity--interest in others, and, above all, music. This is life." It is not only her exquisite musical talent that makes her extraordinary. This ability to question and learn and find joy in life--despite its tragedies--is what defines her as a remarkable woman.

Even her philosophy about child-rearing when she was a young mother was counter to her times. She believed children could never have too much love. And in the concentration camp, it was her love and indomitable cheerfulness with which she raised her only child, her son, Rafi. She epitomizes her creed, "I never give up hope."

From Kafka, Mahler and Freud, to Frankl, Buber, and Baeck, Alice refined her own philosophies about life. She is decidedly pragmatic and unmaterialistic. Exuberance for learning and life, teaching and sharing music, and her love for others are what keep this centenarian alive.

No matter how old or young you are, Alice Herz-Sommer has something to share with all of us. This book would be excellent supplemental reading for students of psychology, gerontology, and philosophy. As additional reading in courses of history and the Holocaust, it provides personal testimony to the effects of political actions.

As parents we frequently search for ways to open conversations with our teenagers. Reading this biography and discussing it together will help you to share your own values and influence your child's mind.
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5.0 étoiles sur 5 Brilliant Biography 5 février 2012
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Remarkable lives make for remarkable books, and a life that intersected with Kafka, Meir, and Hitler with still no sign of fading at 108 is quite remarkable. Several books have described Herz-Sommer's life. This one focuses on her musical talents, her optimism, and her wisdom as to how to get through life with honor and happiness despite hardships. Far from a self-help book, however, the text presents Herz-Sommer's history through various glimpses of her life - her early childhood recollections, her days in a concentration camp, the career - and eventually the death - of her son, alongside stories of peeling potatoes with Golda Meir and walks through a park with Kafka.

The book is a quick read, both well-written and compelling, thanks to the work of Caroline Stoessinger through many hours of interviews and friendship with the subject. One cannot help but feel some sadness for an individual who has outlived her home, her child, and indeed her entire country; and yet Herz-Sommer's outlook remains upbeat and she remains surrounded by friends and musical colleagues. How she has achieved this is the basic topic of the entire text, a firm lesson as to one way - perhaps the best way - of living and leading a rich and fruitful life.
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3.0 étoiles sur 5 A tribute to a Wonderful Woman 14 février 2012
Par Lita Perna - Publié sur Amazon.com
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A Century of Wisdom is a tribute to Alice Herz-Sommer, the world's oldest living Holocaust survivor. This book does not focus on Alice's experiences in the Holocaust. She did not want to talk about her time in Theresienstadt; a way station to Auschwitz for many, and known as the `model' German concentration camp where she gave concerts. Alice played more than a hundred concerts there between 1943 and liberation.

Music gave her hope and helped the other prisoners forget finding their names on transport lists to Auschwitz, and their hunger and their harsh surroundings. (More than 156,000 passed through the gates of Theresienstadt and only 11% would survive.)

The book skims across the surface of Alice's life, beginning with her idyllic early days in Czechoslovakia, her time as a prisoner in Theresienstadt, to her time in Israel and London. The book focuses less on Alice's time as a concentration camp prisoner and more on Alice's illustrious musical career and famous people she knew.

There are some interesting anecdotes about Kafka who was a friend of Alice's sister's fiancé. Alice remembered Kafka as an `eternal child' who when he couldn't decide what to study, became a lawyer. He was often late and often got lost, and made up stories of wild imaginary beasts and could be a lot of fun.

Alice became friends with Israel's Prime Minister, Golda Meir and tells about the day Golda helped her peel potatoes in her kitchen.

The book jumps around in time which at times makes the narrative difficult to follow, but this is more an observation than a criticism. There is little to criticize here. It was written about, and with the help of, a woman who is 107 years old who has had a long and rich and interesting life.

The book imparts simple, but not profound wisdom about a sensible way to live one's life: accept reality, don't let anger or frustration dominate your time; have the courage to trust your own instincts instead of depending on the approval of others; it is how you handle good and evil that's important. Each of us must vigilantly guard against prejudice and hatred in our own minds.

This is a nice book about a nice lady who survived a horrible experience in a terrible time and went on to live a beautiful life.
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1.0 étoiles sur 5 A Disappointing Tale 15 mars 2012
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Perhaps I expected too much but when the world's oldest living Holocaust survivor and pianist, Alice Herz-Sommer decides to tell her story, you do expect it at least to be interesting. However, Ms. Herz-Sommer decides not to share much about her experiences in the camps because it is too depressing. Mainly, she wishes to talk about having met Kafka, and Kafka's life and Kafka's philosophy. This isn't Kafka's story, this is her story. The guidance and editing on this memoir is very poor. It jumps from one period of time to another and one subject to another. Regarding her skills as a pianist, we only learn that she practiced a lot, not how she felt when she played, what pieces she played, how she felt about the composers she played. Anyone worth their salt as a pianist, feels these things, notices these things. Her artistic journey is missing in this book. It is a frustrating book because you feel it could have been great if the right questions had been asked and much better editing and guidance.
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3.0 étoiles sur 5 Title is misleading 15 mars 2012
Par D. Tobin - Publié sur Amazon.com
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The life of Alice Herz-Sommer is definitely one worth writing and reading about. However, to call this "A Century of Wisdom" is misleading. A more apt title would be "How Music Sustained Me", or "A Century of Musical Triumph". The choppy writing and perpetual jumping of time frame make the story challenging to follow.

Ms. Herz-Sommer grew up privileged with many fascinating people in her life (such as Kafka), was and is a renowned pianist, survived Theresienstadt concentration camp with her son, and has lived through many interesting times in many interesting places. The only life lesson that is imparted here is that music played the key role in Alice's life. Music sustained her through her imprisonment, gave her a means to support herself and her son, provided a refuge for her when her son died unexpectedly and too young, and keeps her mind and body nimble even in her advanced years. If you love music and are passionate about it, this story will speak to you. However, I finished the book feeling let down by the unfulfilled promise of the title and was left wanting to know more about how a woman who had survived so much and seen so much managed to keep moving forward with such a positive outlook. Surely there is more to Ms. Herz-Sommer than music.
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