WINNER OF THE 2012 USA BEST BOOK AWARD FOR HISTORICAL FICTION IN THE E-BOOK CATEGORY BRONZE MEDAL WINNER IN THE 2013 GLOBAL E-BOOK AWARD FOR HISTORICAL FICTION A stylishly written and cunningly plotted Holocaust revenge thriller. Set in the 1960s, its disturbing narrative of retribution moves to a tense and shattering conclusion. Combines the time-frame of a Taranti movie with the pace and detail of an early Freddie Forsyth vel. ROGER KATZ Disturbing and intriguing. Packed with plot twists and incident. A rite of passage vel which is also a revenge thriller. A literary vel which is also a page-turner. A Holocaust vel with a completely new perspective. I challenge you to put it down. There can be doubt that you have achieved a work which could easily be a best-seller... CAL McCRYSTAL .. .evoked many dark memories of my earliest days, MARCEL LADENHEIM, the survivor whose story was the catalyst for this book. The vel takes the reader breathlessly from extraordinary revelation to nail-biting resolution: Dr Michael Turner is drawn inexorably into his past, to the nursing home where his aunt w lies so ill, so fragile, so angry. He must bring about the destruction of the SS doctors who so callously tortured her. But, can he do this without compromising his own Hippocratic Oath? Fuller description. 1965. London. Michael receives a lawyer's letter. Misty photographs - a 3-year old boy with long blond hair; a teenage girl full of sensuality, full of hope; a woman in her 20s, faded dress, slim frame, hollow cheeks, haunted eyes. Michael is drawn inexorably into his past. To the stench of potato-sacks, the perfume of almonds and cinnamon, the kiss of a fairy princess, the barking of dogs, the screech of trains, a woman tearing at his shirt, her wail of loss. Paris. Delphine looks at her lost child and finally understands her courageous act of madness. Frankfurt. Franz watches televison. Thick smoke rising from a brick chimney. No, t Auschwitz. A cremation. His cremation. Geneva. Vittorio entwines two silken puppets in a splaying of legs, a lifting of buttocks and weeps for his unfaithful wife. Bournemouth. Willy and Reuben compete. They are taking turns to heave a huge Merah from their shoulder. A fight to the death. Hampstead. A journal spews thick torpid pitch as it hisses in the flames. The hissing turns to popping. The popping to crackling. The crackling to wailing. Ghosts are set free. WARNING: This vel contains sexually explicit material
Teddy Goldstein's fascination with the written word was never far from the surface. After Oxford, his career was largely spent in areas where he could express his creativity: Educational publishing, creating training materials, and scripting films. But it was not until later in his life that he really found his voice. At seventy, he took a series of courses at Birkbeck College and then went on to do a degree course in Creative Writing where he won a short story prize as a part of the Middlesex University Literary Festival. As a result, he gained enough confidence to start 'writing through the skin.' It was then that he found himself returning again and again to a subject which had troubled him all his life. The random injustice of the Holocaust. The supreme irony of the fact that by 1944 most of the Nazis knew that the war was lost and that Europe would never be free of Jews. Yet, despite that they continued to murder thousands, not out of some desire to rid the world of the race they had accused of venality, but in order to fund their post war lifestyle.