EXCERPT: Red Anemones

I remember every detail of when my mother died. I remember what I was doing, the moment the nurse came to get me, the haunting moment when I appeared in her doorway and she was staring at me with blind eyes ...

Whenever a loved one passes there are always new and defining moments that transpire, affecting you for the rest of your life. For me, it was the change in my father and how he was responding as his dementia pulled him down yet another run in life's ladder. I think he missed her so much, he simply gave up. I remember things he told me that were not things I knew--one in particular--something that saddened me deeply. However, each of these experiences develops within us new perspectives and ways of dealing with things that previously we either didn't know about or refused to deal with.

This week, I have the joy of hosting Paula Dail, a fellow American and amazing writer. This is her first visit on Brook's Journal, and I am thrilled to have her here. Enjoy her excerpt and read some of the praises for her new book, RED ANEMONES! Welcome, Paula!

And READ ON, everyone!

EXCERPT FROM RED ANEMONES

By Paula Dail

Elyria, Ohio

January 1971

If you aren’t who I think you are, then who are you?

“Dad – what are we doing here?” I ask my father, while shivering in a bitter wind, insistently spitting snow at us. We are standing side by side in a place neither of us has ever heard of, can’t pronounce, and never expected to find ourselves. As I speak, I stare at a pile of partially hidden, freshly dug dirt. Fifty yards away, gigantic chunks of frozen water crashing onto Lake Erie’s shore sound like ice cubes stuck in a meat grinder.”

“I told you – we’re here to bury your mother,” my father answers through chattering teeth. He moves closer, linking his arm through mine, seeking to share each other’s warmth as we move toward a synthetic grass tarp, obscenely green against the dormant ground beneath it. A slowly moving hearse becomes visible from the left.

“I think we’re in the wrong place. This headstone says Rachael Rebekkah Rosenblum Barlow, and my mother’s name was Charlotte,” I point out.

“Until forty-eight hours ago, I thought her name was Charlotte, too. Apparently, we were both wrong,” my father replies in a barely audible whisper punctuated by a deep sigh.

“Look at the headstones next to hers. Mikael Jacob Weiss and Sarah Rebekkah Michal Weiss, with no dates and an inscription, ‘May their memories be for a blessing.’ Another says Nathalie Avigail Weiss Rosenblum d.1934 and Eitan Noem Rosenblum d.1938. Do you know who any of these people are?”

“No idea.” The two-word answer rides on a deep exhale and a slight shake of my father’s head. We pass the time waiting for the hearse by staring out across the partially frozen lake, mesmerized by the icebergs floating rhythmically back and forth, until a wave hurls them toward the shore. An idling backhoe, partially hidden behind a large, dormant tree downslope from the hill where we stand, hums a steady dirge.

“According to her lawyer, your mother, Charlotte Rose Barlow’s legal name was Rachael Rebekkah Rosenblum Barlow. These others must be related to her somehow; otherwise, there’s no reason for her to want to be buried in this godforsaken place, and she was very insistent about it,” my dad explains as the hearse pulls up. He takes my hand, and together we walk closer to the tarp. The driver and another solemn-faced man get out and walk toward us, putting on gloves. They peel back the artificial turf, exposing the hole underneath, then walk back to the hearse, where two men wearing black overcoats and fedoras are extracting a wooden, sarcophagus-shaped coffin. A small nameplate is affixed to the flat top.

“That can’t have been easy to find,” I remark, referring to the European-style box containing my mother’s remains.

“Your mother was very specific about what she wanted.”

ALL ABOUT THE BOOK

Moving among generations of a German-Jewish-American family, Red Anemones is a poignant exploration of the intricate bonds, untold secrets, and unspoken legacies our ancestors bestow upon us.

Natalie Barlow's journey of self-discovery begins when her estranged mother's sudden death releases a storm of unrevealed family secrets reaching back to pre-WWI Germany.

As Natalie navigates the complexities of her newly discovered Jewish identity and her ancestral heritage, she comes face-to-face with the early 20th-century German immigrant experience, which included strong anti-German sentiment and deep antisemitism that prevailed across America.

Through diaries and letters her mother saved, Natalie learns of the personal costs this ugly reality extracted from generations of her own family. Ultimately, she must confront the question of her own identity.

Like Israel's red anemones carpeting the western Negev and Dvira Forest of the Judean foothills year after year, Natalie is determined, no matter the personal costs, to find the courage, resiliency, and passion to embrace the changes that bring new beginnings. Inspired by a true story.

Praise for Red Anemones:

“"Red Anemones" by Paula Dáil weaves a powerful narrative inspired by a gripping true story, infusing the text with authenticity and emotional resonance. This book is an absolute must-read for fans of the genre, as it expertly blends enthralling storytelling with fully realised characters and a rich plot.”

~ Yarde Book Promotion, Editorial 5* Review

“Poignant, disturbing, and historically and dramatically riveting.”

~ Kirkus Reviews

“As I read, I found myself utterly taken by Dáil’s writing. Her prose has rhythm and patience, tight, deliberate, and quietly powerful. She writes with tenderness but never sentimentality, allowing emotion to rise naturally from her characters’ choices. I could almost feel the weight of Nathalie’s conflict between family duty and self-determination, between love and freedom. The language is lived-in, grounded, and full of quiet heat.”

~ Literary Titan, 5* Review 

ALL ABOUT PAULA

A native Californian, Paula Dáil is an emerita research professor of social welfare and public policy and award-winning author. Widely published in the social sciences, she has also been recognized for her non-fiction and fiction writing, both under her own name and her pen name, Avery Michael.

She is the recipient of first or second place Readers Favorite, Reader’s Choice, Independent Publisher, Bookfest and Literary Titan awards, a Booklist Starred Review and several other five-star reviews, including Goodreads, The Book Commentary, and Independent Book Review. Two of her books received the Non-fiction Book of the Year Award from the Council for Wisconsin Writers. She holds a PhD from the University of Wisconsin-Madison and lives with her husband and dog in the Great Lakes Region of the Upper Midwest.

Red Anemones is her tenth book.

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