Caroline Heller is the author of the book Reading Claudius: A Memoir in Two Parts,
which looks at her family's history in Europe before and during the
Holocaust, and later in the United States. She is a professor at Lesley
University and director of the school's interdisciplinary Ph.D. program
in educational studies. She also has written Until We Are Strong Together. She lives in Boston.
Q: You write, “Shortly after the death of my father in 2001,
I felt compelled to craft my family’s story into words on the page.” Why did
you want to do this, and did the experience of writing this family memoir end
up being what you expected?
A: The latter question first, it ended up being far more
than I expected it to be…[While I was getting an MFA at Bennington] one of my
teachers, Sven Birkerts, said, Knock off this academic stuff—you’ve got to
write your family history! He had written about my uncle, and was intrigued by
the triangle [among my father, mother, and uncle].
When my father died, I felt that sense that the memories
were going with him, and the longer he was dead, the less I’ll remember him. It
felt important to start it right away.
Q: The book is divided into two parts. Why did you divide
it, and was one part easier to write than the other?
A: The decision was very much the suggestion of my editor at
Random House, Sam Nicholson. I felt he was absolutely right—it needed
separation between the aspects of life that I didn’t witness and have to
imagine, though I did a lot of research—to separate that from those parts of
the Heller life that I was part of…
Q: How did you pick the book’s title, and what does it signify
for you?
A: The publisher, Susan Kamil, the uber-editor who bought
the book, she wanted Reading Claudius as a placesetter because I had suggested
that title. She felt people would think it was the emperor. When it was about
to go to the printer, Susan said, It’s always been Reading Claudius, and I want
it to be Reading Claudius. That was wonderful because I did too!
Those two words came from that it was [realizing] my
father’s death and the encouragement at Bennington made me what to do this—but
the deeper genesis was where my uncle was reading from my mother’s book of [Matthias]
Claudius poems when she was close to dying.
I was anticipating losing my mother, and I [saw] the
connection between my uncle and my mother that I’d never seen before. That
intimacy through poetry—a window on the past. I was thinking, Oh, my God, there
was a whole life I wasn’t part of that was so intimate and real.
Q: How much did your parents discuss their experiences
before coming to the U.S.?
A: Very little. It was nothing of my father being in a
concentration camp, except to describe him as a prisoner…it tended in the 1950s
and early ‘60s to be very much clouded over in American culture. I knew pretty
much nothing of that.
I was read Claudius poems and German nursery rhymes. My
father romanticized [his home town of] Komotau. I thought of it as a fairy-tale
town. My mother talked about Frankfurt…But I was told almost nothing about
anything else. I knew there was a war, and that they weren’t born in the United
States.
Q: Did you know they were Jewish?
A: I did and I didn’t. I tried in that scene [in the book]
when I was already 16 years old, and was no longer shy. I felt the passion of
defending the meaning of being Jewish. But I didn’t know the answer, or that I
was permitted to speculate on the answer.
On the one hand, that filled me with dread. On the other
hand, when I realized I didn’t know how to answer the question was a profound
moment for me. I don’t quite remember how it unfolded [afterwards].
Q: How did you learn about the relationship between your
uncle and your mother?
A: It was something I was told. I always felt this
combustion between the three major adults in my life, a sense of darkness and
secrecy, a passion often around ideas. My mother was very shy as well, so I was
taken with all that came out of her during those moments.
When I was a teenager—my parents were always very worried
about me—I went every week to a child psychologist in Chicago. On the train or
in the car, there were intimate moments between my mother and me. I don’t
remember going alone on the train…
On the way back, I would talk about what we talked about [in
the session] and my mother would tell me things—I was involved with your uncle
before your father…she minimized it until much later. I didn’t know until much later
the extent of that triangle.
Q: How did you differentiate your roles as writer and
daughter as you wrote the book?
A: It was a tremendous battle the whole time—I doubt I ever
fully won it…I knew I had to sympathize with each character even though I had a
hell of a time with my uncle.
I knew I had to find all that was wonderful about him. I
found it in his books and in the gay connection. But I didn’t want to write a
book about, Erich Heller and Caroline Heller are gay! I knew I had to find a
way to love them all. I could be a daughter and a niece in finding that love,
but the writer in me knew I had to do that.
Q: What was the role of Edward R. Murrow in helping your
father leave Europe?
A: I think about that a lot because of what’s going on now in
terms of refugees. The whole story would have been 100 percent different had
Edward R. Murrow not made that connection with my father. It was quite
serendipitous.
In April 1945 the camps were quasi-liberated but there was
still a lot of death. My father [who had gone to medical school] summoned the
doctor in him and [separated] the prisoners with TB…
When Edward R. Murrow came in with the soldiers, he went to
that building. My father was one of the strongest physically in that building,
and he became one of Murrow’s guides. Murrow said, What can I do for you? [My
father] said, Please, get my name on air. No one knows I survived.
In one of my research trips I met with [my parents’ friend] Eve
Adler Road. She was with Erich and Eve’s husband [in England] the night of that
broadcast. They heard it as live as it could have been at that time.
There was a postscript to the evening news—no one ever knew
what it would be. That evening, they said, Let’s keep the radio on. And it was
the Buchenwald broadcast. I was so blessed that Eve lived so long [and could
describe it to me]—Erich never talked about it in that detail.
It’s very much as it shows up in the letters my father wrote
to my mother. Murrow stayed in touch, and [my father] got his personal
assistance in getting a visa…if you’re just a number, one of thousands of
refugees who needs help, it can happen or not, unless someone is your advocate.
That was Murrow for my father.
When we lived in Washington, they were pretty closely in
touch. I knew my father visited Edward R. Murrow when he was dying, and had a
chance to tell him of his importance in his life. My father stayed in touch
with Janet and Casey [Murrow’s wife and son].
Q: How have readers responded to Reading Claudius?
The response has moved me deeply and really contributed to a
kind of re-integration of my life. People from way way back found the book
and then found me.
One person in that category is my mom’s best friend, who
kind of left my life when my mother died. She wrote me an amazing email and we
have seen each other since then. My “boss” from my very first post-high school
job contacted me and we have become pen pals, catching up (or trying to) on
many many years.
And the questions and comments people have offered at
readings around the country have inspired really fine conversations. People
seem to see Reading Claudius as having a universal message as well as a very
particular one from a particular place and time.
Q: Your parents were immigrants to the U.S.--given that
immigration has become such a major topic in this election year, do you think
your family's story speaks to some of the issues under discussion today?
A: Mightily. Horrifyingly. And this takes me back to the [previous]
question. One of the people who contacted me after she read Reading Claudius is
Mary McClellan. Mary lives in Oregon and is the daughter of the American
military chaplain who met and cared for my father and other just released
concentration camp survivors in 1945.
Her father was so undone by meeting these survivors that he
wrote an op-ed piece to life magazine about the degree to which the U.S. MUST
accept more survivors and refugees. Life rejected the op-ed piece and the
chaplain’s general feeling was that the U.S. wanted to appear to the world to
have a benevolent embrace when in fact it didn’t at all.
While I am an enormous fan of President Obama and I know
that he and many in Congress feel deeply the plight of Syrian refugees (as one
instance), so much more could be done to give them safe haven here. Angela
Merkel has been so prescient in that regard.
Q: Are you working on another book?
A: I want to, but not yet…I’m trying to remember the ideas I
had before Reading Claudius. I’m on sabbatical so I’m allowing myself space to
not be yet fully involved in anything else. I have to do a few things for my
university. I don’t know what my next creative project will be…
--For a previous version of this Q&A, please click here. Caroline Heller will be appearing at the Library of Congress in Washington, D.C., on Sept. 8, 2016, at 11:30am.
Thank you for your wonderful Q&A with Caroline Heller. Her book Reading Claudius is an important work and so beautifully written. I encourage everyone to read it. My father, Graydon McClellan, was the chaplain she mentioned. He met Dr. Heller and other camp survivors when he was stationed in Bayreuth, Germany, in 1945. He was so moved by the story of these courageous people—Dr. Heller in particular—that he not only wrote the piece mentioned but also spent the rest of his life trying to make sure that they and those who didn't survive were never forgotten. Thank you, Caroline, for mentioning the connection.
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Deborah
I just love Mary's comments about the blog and book. THank you so much, Mary. How amazing that we are connected now and really wouldn't be had you not found Reading Claudius. Amazing and wonderful.
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