
Book #20 of 2022:
The Boy Who Lost His Birthday: A Memoir of Loss, Survival, and Triumph by Laszlo Berkowits with Robert W. Kenny
[Disclaimer: Although I did not meet him until 2016 and never knew him especially well, I am a member of the temple where Laszlo Berkowits served as Rabbi Emeritus until his death in 2020. He was a comforting presence and his memory remains a blessing.]
Nearly eight decades after the Holocaust, with denialism and other forms of antisemitism again on the rise, it is imperative for the world to listen to survivors and the testimony they have left behind. In this 2008 memoir, author Laszlo Berkowits relates his own experience as a Jewish teen in 1940s Hungary, presenting a snapshot of his vanished pre-war community and his time in Auschwitz-Birkenau and other Nazi concentration camps. Imprisoned there simply for being a Jew, he faced brutal dehumanization, verbal and physical abuse, starvation, exposure to the elements, the murder of relatives and friends, and the acute psychological torture of never knowing when another round of executions was to begin or whether he’d be selected for it.
If you’ve never heard such torments described firsthand, then you really should, either from this source or from another. Even for readers familiar with other accounts of the regime’s atrocities, the future rabbi’s ordeal was uniquely his own, and there is value in adding its specificity to your understanding of the German extermination program. Young Laszlo bonded closely with two boys from his hometown in the camps, for example, recognizing that their friendship was a fount of strength that nevertheless wouldn’t drain him emotionally the way constantly seeing and worrying about his father several barracks away would have done. When the older man was removed suddenly on a work assignment and did not return, his son realized that he must have died but had no way of determining exactly where or when.
All told, it’s an unfathomably harrowing affair, in which the writer avoided death by sheer chance on multiple occasions, as when a guard happened to pick the boy standing next to him to shoot or looked away for just long enough for Laszlo and his friends to sneak from the shorter and weaker group in which they’d been sorted and hide among the taller prisoners, correctly intuiting that the former were soon to face the gas chambers. When the camp was finally liberated and Berkowits was emigrating to America, he discovered that he no longer remembered the date of his own birthday, and had no remaining family left to ask.
At under 100 pages, this book is a bit thin, and there’s certainly much more that could have been shared about the rabbi’s long years and life’s work following the war. It’s not the smoothest text either, with diction that’s occasionally stilted and repetitive, as is often the case for older non-native speakers. But it’s a heartbreaking narrative in a genre of nonfiction that deserves to be more widely-read, if we are truly going to live up to the ideal of Never Again letting injustice to a minority population reach such a horrifying stage.
★★★★☆
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