About
the Book
Across Great Divides is a timeless story of the upheavals of war, the power of family,
and the resiliency of human spirit. When Hitler came to power in 1933, one
Jewish family refused to be destroyed and defied the Nazis only to come up
against another struggle—apartheid in South Africa.
Sixteen-year-old twins, Eva and Inge, witness
their lives in Berlin
change before their eyes. Their best friend, Trudy, betrays them when she
becomes a member of the Hitler Youth. A valuable family heirloom, a beautiful
emerald and diamond necklace, is confiscated by the Nazis as they harass Jewish
families and businesses.
Their younger brother, Max, a member of the underground
resistance, sees great danger ahead. Their father, Oskar, a successful diamond
merchant, refuses to leave his beloved Germany and believes Hitler will fail.
Their mother, Helene, holds her family together under dire circumstances.
After the devastation of Kristallnacht in 1938,
the family flees Germany
with the help of the underground resistance after hiding many diamonds. They
seek refuge in Antwerp,
but war follows them as Belgium
is occupied by the Germans.
A German man, a nun, a countess, and a
winegrower help the family escape Europe. They
hike over the Pyrenees
Mountains while eluding
German patrols and Spanish informers. Then, they spend agonizing days on a ship
bound for Rio de Janeiro
that is targeted by a German U-boat. As Rio’s
diamond business is corrupt, they decide to go to South Africa, another diamond
market.
In Cape
Town, Eva encounters an impoverished colored woman,
Zoe, who is in need of work. The family hires Zoe as their maid. They shield
her and her daughter from the dangers they face in the slums of District Six
and from the horrors of apartheid, which are all too reminiscent of Nazi
Germany.
But, when Max gets into trouble with the South
African police over his participation in an anti-apartheid march, will he be
subject to imprisonment?
In a thrilling conclusion, the family comes to
terms with the evils of society, both in their memories and current situation
in South Africa.
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Title: Across Great Divides
Genre: Historical Fiction
Author: Monique Roy
Publisher: Monique Roy
Pages: 222
Language: English
Format: Paperback/Kindle
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Across Great Divides is a timeless story of the upheavals of war,
the power of family, and the resiliency of human spirit. When Hitler came to
power in 1933, one Jewish family refused to be destroyed and defied the Nazis
only to come up against another struggle—apartheid in South Africa.
Sixteen-year-old twins, Eva and Inge, witness
their lives in Berlin
change before their eyes. Their best friend, Trudy, betrays them when she
becomes a member of the Hitler Youth. A valuable family heirloom, a beautiful
emerald and diamond necklace, is confiscated by the Nazis as they harass Jewish
families and businesses.
Their younger brother, Max, a member of the underground
resistance, sees great danger ahead. Their father, Oskar, a successful diamond
merchant, refuses to leave his beloved Germany and believes Hitler will fail.
Their mother, Helene, holds her family together under dire circumstances.
After the devastation of Kristallnacht in 1938,
the family flees Germany
with the help of the underground resistance after hiding many diamonds. They
seek refuge in Antwerp,
but war follows them as Belgium
is occupied by the Germans.
A German man, a nun, a countess, and a
winegrower help the family escape Europe. They
hike over the Pyrenees
Mountains while eluding
German patrols and Spanish informers. Then, they spend agonizing days on a ship
bound for Rio de Janeiro
that is targeted by a German U-boat. As Rio’s
diamond business is corrupt, they decide to go to South Africa, another diamond
market.
In Cape
Town, Eva encounters an impoverished colored woman,
Zoe, who is in need of work. The family hires Zoe as their maid. They shield
her and her daughter from the dangers they face in the slums of District Six
and from the horrors of apartheid, which are all too reminiscent of Nazi
Germany.
But, when Max gets into trouble with the South
African police over his participation in an anti-apartheid march, will he be
subject to imprisonment?
In a thrilling conclusion, the family comes to
terms with the evils of society, both in their memories and current situation
in South Africa.
First Chapter:
Chapter One
Berlin, Germany 1932
Eva first saw him on a mild summer night at the Berliner
Philharmonie concert hall, minutes before a symphony. She watched from the
balcony as the hall slowly filled up with people—women in glittering dresses,
impeccably dressed gentlemen, and children scrubbed clean and in their finest
clothes. Tuxedoed ushers greeted streams of guests as they floated into the
great hall, soon to be riveted by sweeping, romantic music.
Eva
concentrated on the stage setup—the position of the strings and basses in
relation to the flutes and clarinets, as well as the talented musicians who
readied themselves onstage, eager to deliver a truly spectacular performance.
In fact, Eva always observed the way the instruments were positioned as it revealed
a great deal about the performance to come.
Suddenly,
her concentration was broken when the hall went silent and the audience’s
attention was directed to a man who appeared in the second floor’s golden
balcony. He was a recognizable and popular figure. He was not alone. A
beautiful, young blonde woman clung to his side. Before he took his seat, he
turned to the audience and outstretched his right arm in a rigid, formal
salute. Many in the audience raised their right hands in response. Without a sound
or any movement, he acknowledged the guests with his hypnotic, pale blue eyes
and spellbinding manner. He possessed a strange and powerful magnetism. Gentle
murmurs emerged from the audience and quickly hushed as darkness enveloped
them.
Eva
leaned over the balcony’s rail and stared across the hall at the man. She knew
who he was. Everyone did.
“Is that
–” her sister, Inge, softly whispered.
“Adolf Hitler,” Eva cut her off, maintaining her stare.
“The leader of the National Socialist Party. Many say he is a man of great
power and may be Germany’s
last hope.”
Inge’s eyes, identical to her sister’s, grew wide with
curiosity.
“He seems rigid and terrifying,” Inge said, leaning forward
in her chair. “But still, it’s hard to believe that little man will be anything.
I think he is somewhat comical…don’t you?”
“Beyond his physical appearance, Inge, I’ve heard he is a
captivating speaker who has enraptured the hearts of many Germans,” Eva said,
observing the audience as they waited to be dazzled by the symphony.
Eva noticed the finely dressed audience. Germans had
a pride of appearance and a regard for cleanliness, which filled her with
admiration. On the surface, there seemed to be prosperity in Germany. But, the
extravagant dresses and spotless white collars only obscured the poverty and
hardship that lay beyond the building’s sturdy walls.
Eva felt fortunate to be at the symphony, considering that Germany suffered
greatly as the Great Depression left millions unemployed and the country in
shambles. From elected leaders, the people of Germany received nothing but
indecision and chaos. The Germans lacked confidence in their befuddled,
degenerate government, the Weimar
Republic.
Eva recalled a recent conversation with her father who told
her that the depression in Germany
was merely a gift—a grand opportunity for Hitler to make promises to the people
of Germany—vows
that would in turn build trust and support. Hitler emphasized rebuilding the
broken German state and promised a glorified future as he set out to consolidate
power, and force old President Paul von Hindenburg to make him chancellor.
But it would be several months until Hitler ruled Germany. And on
that night, like other nights, Hitler wanted to make his presence known. Eva
continued to watch him as he finally took his seat and turned his gaze toward
the stage. She then forced her eyes back to the orchestra.
A silence
permeated the air as the Berlin Philharmonic Orchestra
awaited its cue. Conductor Wilhelm Furtwängler
stood awkwardly on the podium and bowed to the audience. He then turned to the
musicians and lifted his baton. The meandering of his baton in melodic shapes
summoned the first note of Beethoven's Symphony # 9 ("Choral").
His right hand and baton roughly kept the beat; his left hand weaved round in
flowing patterns, while his head and torso constantly jerked.
Rhythmic sounds
full of sweeping grandeur wafted through the air. Eva felt pulsating vibrations
to the core of her stomach. The ebb and flow of sounds were like a pulse, a heartbeat.
Eva closed her
eyes for a brief moment. Even with her eyes closed, she could see the movement
of the instruments in front of her. From the thundering dances of the bass and
cello, the sound dropped back to a soft dance of full pizzicato strings. This
faded ever so slightly and then became an extraordinary progression of beats.
The violins slowly initiated a towering climax and then an explosion of full
orchestra, giving way to a quieter current of sounds.
She remembered coming to the
symphony as a little girl, when she would sit in awe between her parents, Oskar
and Helene, her eyes glued to the symphony’s sudden quick movements followed by
slow and melodic ones. The music always inspired her, infused her with hope,
and uplifted her spirits.
As she observed the audience, she
sensed the intense emotion of the people around her—how suddenly as the joyful
melody enraptured them, they emerged from their dark worlds and their eyes
shined like lights.
Distant, locked away memories
vividly spilled back into her mind now. Eva stood in glittering shoes on her
father’s feet as he waltzed her around the parlor of their home. As they weaved
around heavy antiques, Eva held onto her father’s strong arms as they danced
together to the sound of music from an old music box. Inge sat shyly in the
background, enjoying the spectacle before her, smiling at the graceful, light
movements of her sister’s feet as she awaited her turn to dance with her
father.
A glint in the distance caught
Eva’s attention. She peered through the mother of pearl opera glasses across
the audience. Her searching blue eyes scanned the audience and stopped at the
sight of a beautiful woman wearing the most striking emerald pendant necklace set
in harmony with a starry radiance of brilliant cut diamonds. She had never seen
anything like it before. Fearing the woman might glance in her direction, Eva
directed the looking glasses back to the stage. A few minutes later, she would
steal another glimpse at the unique piece of jewelry that filled her with envy.
Her eyes shifted to Inge, but her attention could not be broken.
***
The mid-afternoon sun cast a soft,
golden glow on the autumn foliage along the path to the auction house. The air
was crisp and silent, the only sound being the rustle of dried leaves
underfoot. Oskar reached the steps to the opulent auction house and paused briefly.
Dressed in a fine black suit and gabardine overcoat, he reached for his gold
pocket watch.
"Almost time," he said to himself.
For luck, he kissed the inscription
on the back of the watch that read: “Oskar,
my love always, Helene.”
He climbed the stone steps to the
entrance. The entryway was marked by arched windows and glass doors that lead
to a large foyer, the Great Hall, adorned with high golden ceilings, sparkling
chandeliers and marble floors. This was where elegant society with a cultivated
taste in art mingled and where time could stand still for a lingering moment.
Oskar entered the rosewood parlor
to peruse the dazzling display of estate jewelry, including diamond rings,
strands of pearls, gold, platinum and silver rings, necklaces, brooches, and
bracelets. Roaming the room, he slowly inspected the jewelry, impressed by the
splendor around him. He walked towards a piece a few feet away. The jewel
glimmered back at him. When he was only inches from the jewelry, he stopped.
The familiarity of the gem startled
him. He went closer and examined the emerald and diamond necklace. A replica or
a piece he had cut with his very hands? He recalled the brilliantly green
emerald glowing like a ball of green fire. It was one of a kind, a finely cut
pendant necklace, fit for a queen. Looking at its beauty, Oskar recognized the
stunning emerald set with a gleaming radiance of many brilliant cut diamonds.
Everything from the diamonds to the
emerald to every intricate detail would always be etched in his mind. Oskar had
inherited the gemstones when his father died in 1925, a time when Berlin culture was
considered decadent and sophisticated, amid unprecedented social and artistic
freedom. When Oskar took over his father’s prosperous diamond business, the
city had become an intellectual center where artists, musicians, and writers
thrived. It was a special time, even for jewelers like Oskar.
He then remembered the woman who bought
the necklace from him five years prior. She was a
younger woman with soft eyes, an alluring face, and a lovely, long shapely neck. Her name did not come to mind. He recalled she
came alone. She bought the necklace nonchalantly, as if she was buying a loaf
of bread, and he never heard from her again. Why was the pendant necklace here?
He clenched his jaw in thought and scratched his head.
And then it was time.
As the
auctioneer opened the bidding to the eager crowd, a white-gloved porter walked
the necklace around the room for all to see. There were five or six players,
maybe more. Oskar was not certain.
At
Oskar’s bid of 25,000 Reichsmarks, applause sounded around the room, and
stirred murmurings of astonishment.
The hammer came down. Oskar left the room with a victorious
smile.
About the Author
Monique Roy loves writing that twitches her smiling muscles or transports her to another time or place. Her passion for writing began as a young girl while penning stories in a journal. Now she looks forward to deepening her passion by creating many unique stories that do nothing less than intrigue her readers.
Monique holds a degree in journalism from Southern Methodist University in Dallas and is the author of a middle-grade book Once Upon a Time in Venice. Monique loves to travel, play tennis, pursue her passion for writing, and read historical fiction. In 2008, she was chosen by the American Jewish Committee's ACCESS program to travel to Berlin, Germany, on the 70th anniversary of Kristallnacht, to explore German and Israeli relations along with 20 other Jewish professionals from across the U.S.
Monique was born in Cape Town, South Africa, and her grandparents were European Jews who fled their home as Hitler rose to power. It’s their story that inspired her to write Across Great Divides, her newest novel.
What attracts Monique to historical fiction is taking the factual record as a structure and letting imagination run wild to fill it all in. Historical fiction lets you escape to another time and place; and Monique likes to explore the past so that we can potentially better understand the future.
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