I’m having to do revisions on Unseen, part one of The Dreams that Carried Us. (The full trilogy consists of Unseen, Unbroken, and Unbound.)
These three stories tell the story of Anastaja Czarny, a Lalleri Romni from the Protectorate of Bohemia and Moravia and her rescue from the destruction of the Zigeunerfamilienlager (Gypsy Family Camp) at Auschwitz-Brenau on 2 August 1944 by a group of Jewish women, and her eventual meeting with Józef Schwartz, a rabbi’s son, also from the Protectorate of Bohemia and Moravia and a prisoner at Birkenau.
In the second story, Unbroken, Józef has been “evacuated” on a death march to Dachau, where he remains until after that camp is liberated by US troops in April 1945.
They reunite in Prague, in the third story, Unbound, where they marry, and then eventually migrate to New Orleans, where their daughter Miriam “Miri” is born, who is the mother of Brooke, the main protagonist of Good Bones, the mystery book I’ve been working on since 2022.
I’d be finished with Good Bones, I think, except that characters from it keep interrupting me, telling me other pieces of their history – like how Brooke met her wife, Anna, following Hurricane Katrina. How Anna pulled a huge surprise party for Brooke’s “seventh birthday” (she’s a Leap Day baby” and only gets to celebrate her actual birthday once every four years. That’s also the story where they told me just how their kid, Riley – who was 16 when I first met them, and non-biinary – was conceived and born. While writing that one dow, Anna also finally told me what had happened to her back in University that made her so rigid aout being honest and not keeping secrets, and why keeping the birthday surprise was so difficult for her.
Which then led to Anna’s parents telling me how THEY met! I never would have guessed that her dad was a former police constable …
Most of this past month, however, has been Józef and Anastazja telling me their story. It’s particularly timely, given what’s going on in the United States right now. The parallels are gut-wrenching.
I thought that I had pretty much finished Unseen, and then ralized that I had a major error in the geopgraphy of the camp layout, which is pretty well documented. That kind of a mistake cannot be overlooked, so I’ve spent most of tioday rediting and revising dscriptions, and wading back through the online archives and photographs to make sure that my descripions as a close as I can be in this work of fiction. To do otherwise would be disrepectful.