The first time I found this book, it was in one of my parents' many crammed, wonder-filled bookshelves. It's a long book, and emotionally draining, but I couldn't put it down. The title refers to the six weeks after the Nazis invaded Poland. The book, a historical fiction by W.S. Kuniczak, follows the stories of various people in completely diverse situations but all in that same period of time.
I loaned it to someone, never got it back, and forgot who had it. That was several years ago. Since then, I had occasion to recall it many times, wishing I still had it, but as I couldn't remember the exact title or the name of the author, Google as I might, I couldn't find it.
The second time I found this book, I was in a rental condo in Mammoth. This was last summer. I noticed that the owners were readers and that they read some pretty heavy-duty books. Intrigued, I started looking through their bookshelves ~ and guess what I found? Right.
Because there's so much to this book, a part of one section alone won't give an idea of its scope, so I'm regaling you with a couple of excerpts. Also, I usually post the first few paragraphs of a book, but in this case, I'm starting a little further in.
Hang yourself, brave
Crillon;
We fought at Arques
and you
were not there.
Fall 1939
And soon, my friend,
we shall
have no more time for
dances …
…
Sunday, August the
twenty-seventh
THE CORRESPONDENT
…
Coming to Berlin at
this time had been his idea. The office in New York had seen no need for it.
They had not been sure that anything would happen. The world had circled above
reality for ten years, after all. They thought the British and the French would
do it again: shuck off their obligations and back away smiling. Then Roosevelt
wrote to Hitler asking for guarantees that German appetites were satisfied
after Austria, the Sudetenland, Memel and the Czechs, and Hitler read the
letter in the Reichstag, rattling off a long list of names of countries,
planets, states and geographic equations in which Germany had no interest (all
to the thunderous laughter of the deputies), and William Shirer cabled his
report about the reasonable nature of Hitler’s demands, and the foreign