Words of Praise for “Pavel’s Violin”

terezin transportfrom a Reader:

The story is real, a vivid account of the people who lived through an unthinkable time in our history.

Melnyk writes: “I hope you will not just learn about what happened,, but that you will become part of the story, yourself”…….”I hope that you will not only hear the Violin, but you will experience the playing of it”. Well he (the author) takes you there. You are one with the characters, and experience their pain, suffering, hope, and joy. And you hear the music. The wonderful music. The universal language that heals. The Song of Hope…

The author has selflessly pledged to donate all proceeds from the sale of this book to the United States Holocaust Museum and other Holocaust Memorials.

Escape to Freedom

I am having the great  joy and privilege to be working with Tom Lenda on a sequel to his Holocaust memoir, “Children on Death Row: The Hate and the War.”  Tom’s descriptions of his family’s time in Terezin concentration camp, his father Pavel’s time at Auschwitz and his violin, were the inspiration for my novel, “Pavel’s Violin.”  It is an honor to know Tom and to be working with him.

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Tom Lenda (Tommy Lustig) with Lucie Carlson

The new book, “Escape to Freedom,” will be the story of Tom and his wife and daughter, Rose and Hana, as they escape from Communist Czechoslovakia, and make their way around the world, to Germany, Australia, and the United States.

You can go to Amazon today and get Tom’s book, “Children on Death Row,” published under the name he had back then, Tommy Lustig, and also my book, “Pavel’s Violin.”  Then later this year watch for “Escape to Freedom.

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Three for the Price of One

When you purchase a copy of “Pavel’s Violin: A Song of Praise,” you make the world world a better place in three ways:

  • You get an exciting historical novel, that traces the journey of a special Violin from its inception in the Austrian Alps, through palaces of Emperors and Bishops, the countryside of Jewish Moravia, the Great Synagogue of Olomouc (AH-luh-moats), the horrors of the the Terezin and Auschwits concentration camps, until, after liberation, it finds its way to a survivor of those camps and becomes – “Pavel’s Violin.
  • You learn some European history, and experience first hand the camps, transport trains, and gas chambers of the Holocaust.
  • You contribute to Holocaust Awareness, that this might never happen again.  All the authors royalties are contributed to the United States Holocaust Memorial Museum’s Survivors and Victims Resource Center. (Per book that is $6.73 for each paperback, or $5.52 for each Kindle version.)

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This Holy Place: Dies Heiligtum

This tune appears several times in the tale of “Pavel’s Violin.  Played in Part I by Jakob Stainer, and in Part III by Beylke, daugfhter of Levi ben Le’ev.  (C) 4 July 2016 Walter William Melnyk

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Dying at Auschwitz – an excerpt from Pavel’s Violin

An excerpt from “Pavel’s Violin,” chapter thirty, “Naked in the Night.”

(C) 2017 Walter William Melnyk, All Rights Reserved.  Do not duplicate.
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Auschwitz BarracksMira looked to her left, through the chain link fence and barbed wire, across the train tracks and the infamous arrival ramp, to the barracks of the Women’s Camp. Despite the hour, one building still had a light burning in one window. Mira had once been told the building was the Music Block, the barracks of the Auschwitz Women’s Orchestra. She had seen or heard them occasionally, from a distance, over the past six months. Often playing as work details left in the morning, or returned in the afternoon. Sometimes they gave concerts for the Nazi SS officers. Occasionally she had seen them playing on the arrival ramp, as Jews exited a new transport and were selected for life or death by the feared Doctor Mengele. She fixed her eyes upon the one lit window, the one that often remained lit when all else had gone dark. She had been told the room belonged to the conductor of the orchestra, the world famous violinist Alma Rosé. How Mira had wished she could talk with Alma! How she had wished she could play her own Violin beside her in the orchestra. But it could not be. The Women’s camp was in a different world.

“Still, I have been able to play for the families,” Mira thought. “Still, I have been able to teach Beáta, who is getting quite good.”

There was a momentary lull in the rumbling of the trucks, and Mira could hear the faint sounds of a violin coming from that lighted window in the Music Block. She strained to hear the tune. Chopin’s Etude in E, Tristesse. It was rumored to be Alma’s favorite piece, and she often played it late at night. Sometimes it could be heard drifting across the silent camp, a song of lost love, of hopeless resignation.

A song lives in me,
a lovely song,
it stirs up memories
within my heart.
My heart was still.
Now that tender song cries out again,
calls me, everywhere!

Life was far off,
dreams gone away,
My Heart! how calm
you were so long ago,
so long ago.

Now it all wells up again,
all my joy, my heart’s desire,
deepest yearning, sleepless anguish
lives!

I just want peace,
peace within my heart,
never to recall
that song.

Mira remembered the words, as the music drifted across the horrible selection ramp. She would never see Joseph again. Had she ever wished to forget the pain by forgetting him? She would not have thought so. Who was it Alma had loved so dearly, that she so longed to forget? Longed to forget, as the only way to find peace?

“Well,” Mira thought, “I will find peace soon enough tonight.” She hugged Beáta and Mirek closer. They had been so strangely quiet. “I hope it will come quickly, when it comes.”

The Stories Demand To Be Told

terezin transportFrom the Preface to “Pavel’s Violin” ~

Wherever we look, even if we avert our eyes, the world is continually expanding with the insistent stories of humankind. The stories demand to be told. They yearn to be heard. They are stories of immense courage, dark fears, ecstatic joys, and pains beyond what it is possible to imagine. The telling of our own stories lies at the core of what makes us human. Listening to the stories of others, telling their stories, being willing to be changed by them, lifts us to the heights of what it is possible for humans to become. The retelling of another’s story is an act of healing, a commitment of love, and an affirmation of life. There are stories, often, that are more than the tale of a single person, or even of a people. They have the power to define for us what it means to be human. Such stories must be told, for they have a claim upon the lives of us all. The tale of “Pavel’s Violin” is such a story.

(C)2017 Walter William Melnyk. All Rights Reserved.