Half-Jewish Helene Richter's idyllic childhood in Czechoslovakia, with summers spent in an old house on Prague Street, gives way to an adolescence spent trying to snatch elusive moments of joy and love despite the terror of the Holocaust
The House on Prague Street is a story told with translucent simplicity and freshness. It is a story of haunting innocence and terrible devastation, of lost love, of survival. It has an impact we have not felt sinceThe Diary of Anne Frank and John Hersey's The Wall.In pre-World War II Czechoslovakia, Helene Richter's childhood glows with an idyllic richness and grace. Summers are spent in grandfather's great house on Prague Street, tranquil, shimmering days, strung together like shining jewels. Until the war. As the half-Jewish Helene reaches adolescence, her serene existence becomes a holocaust of disintegration and death. Her uncles, aunts, cousins are gone–to a place called Theresienstadt, from which they send postcards once a month with the same message:we are well we are healthy thinking of you how are you. As the war comes inexorably closer to her German father and her Jewish mother, Helene falls in love. But the war will close in on that love too...