Under a Red Sky: Memoir of a Childhood in Communist Romania
by Haya Leah Molnar
Eva Zimmermann is eight years old, and she has just discovered she is Jewish. Such is the life of an only child living in postwar Bucharest, a city that is changing in ever more frightening ways. Eva’s family, full of eccentric and opinionated adults, will do absolutely anything to keep her safe―even if it means hiding her identity from her. With razor-sharp depictions of her animated relatives, Haya Leah Molnar’s memoir of her childhood captures with touching precocity the very adult realities of living behind the iron curtain.
Under a Red Sky is a 2011 Bank Street – Best Children’s Book of the Year.
Happy Birthday, Nadia!
Nadia: The Girl Who Couldn’t Sit Still
By Karlin Gray
Illustrated by Christine Davenier
Nadia Comaneci was a feisty and fearless little girl who went from climbing trees in the forests of Romania to swinging into history at the 1976 Olympic Games, where she received an unprecedented seven perfect scores in gymnastics. But as readers will see in this first-ever illustrated picture book about Nadia’s journey to Olympic gold, the road from small-town girl to world-class athlete was full of many imperfect moments.
Expert illustrations that capture the energy and fluidity of Nadia’s exuberant gymnastic routines and referential back matter round out this inspirational story of determination and overcoming adversity. A perfect 10.
On the Heights of Despair
by E.M. Cioran
Born of a terrible insomnia—”a dizzying lucidity which would turn even paradise into hell”—this book presents the youthful Cioran, a self-described “Nietzsche still complete with his Zarathustra, his poses, his mystical clown’s tricks, a whole circus of the heights.”
On the Heights of Despair shows Cioran’s first grappling with themes he would return to in his mature works: despair and decay, absurdity and alienation, futility and the irrationality of existence. It also presents Cioran as a connoisseur of apocalypse, a theoretician of despair, for whom writing and philosophy both share the “lyrical virtues” that alone lead to a metaphysical revelation.
“No modern writer twists the knife with Cioran’s dexterity. . . . His writing . . . is informed with the bitterness of genuine compassion.”—Bill Marx, Boston Phoenix
“The dark, existential despair of Romanian philosopher Cioran’s short meditations is paradoxically bracing and life-affirming. . . . Puts him in the company of Nietzsche and Kierkegaard.”—Publishers Weekly, starred review
“This is self-pity as epigram, the sort of dyspeptic pronouncement that gets most people kicked out of bed but that has kept Mr. Cioran going for the rest of his life.”—Judith Shulevitz, New York Times Book Review