Cover Reveal: Do It Again

Back in the early days of 2019, one of the biggest scandals to hit Romancelandia came to be known on Twitter as #CopyPasteCris. Cris Serruya, whose books apparently sold well enough to hit the USA Today bestseller list, was caught plagiarizing at least 25 authors in her books. She defended herself in a number of ways, including the claim that the plagiarism was done by ghostwriters she had hired. The authors whose books were plagiarized received a lot of support from the community (and rightfully so) and Serruya seems to have faded into well-deserved obscurity.

But Serruya’s actions didn’t just hurt authors; they hurt readers, too. If someone with a significant enough following to hit a national bestseller list is using a combination of ghostwriters and outright plagiarism, how are readers to trust that the person who claims to have written the book actually wrote it? Perhaps that doesn’t bother some readers, and certainly, there’ve been plenty of very popular series franchises over the years that have been ghostwritten–Nancy Drew and Sweet Valley High, for example. Still, there must readers out there who want to know that the purported author of the book is the actual author of the book, not just a figurehead. And for those readers–and anyone else who just wants to read great romances–Do It Again: A We Write Our Own Books Anthology was born.

The anthology contains five never-before-published novellas about starting over and second chances from five authors who promise never to plagiarize, use ghostwriters, or recycle content. We also guarantee a happily-ever-after or happy-for-now ending for every story, because if it doesn’t end HEA/HFN, it’s not a romance!

Still want to know more? How about a list of titles and authors? (I promise book descriptions and excerpts in subsequent posts.)

  • THE WEDDING FLING by Kate Davies
  • REDEMPTION by Jayce Ellis
  • REPEATED BURN by Tara Kennedy
  • SEMI-TOUGH LUCK by M.A. Parker (my alter ego!)
  • NEVER REALLY OVER (A Hotel Arroyo Novella) by Sabrina Sol

And when can you get it? Well, it’s coming up for preorder now and will be delivered to your ereader on October 15, 2019. So you don’t have to wait long!

But I promised you a cover reveal, didn’t I? When we started this project, we looked at a lot of stock art, but in the end, we didn’t find anything that seemed to fit. And since the whole point of what we were doing as authors was to celebrate originality, we decided to commission artwork from the exceptionally talented Joanne Renaud. (She’s also responsible for the header art on this very website.) Joanne did an amazing job for us, incorporating elements of several of the stories into her design.

Okay, okay. Enough dilly-dallying! Here it is:

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Bethany House’s Statement and Our Response

Yesterday, I posted Emily Hubbard’s eloquent letter to Bethany House regarding its decision to publish For Such a Time by Kate Breslin. The following is their response:

Hi Emily,

We appreciate you reaching out to us to express how you feel and what you thought. We certainly are always open to feedback.

Bethany House Publishers has been very saddened to learn of the offense some have taken at our April 2014 novel For Such a Time by Kate Breslin. We deeply respect and honor the Jewish faith, and this novel, inspired by the events and redemptive theme of the biblical book of Esther, was intended to draw on our common faith heritage.

Breslin reframes that Esther story in a Nazi transit camp during the Holocaust and portrays a courageous young Jewish woman who by God’s strength saved fellow Jews from death and in so doing awakened the conscience of a man thought by many to be beyond redemption. She wrote this deeply researched story with the greatest respect for the Jewish people and their history. It was neither Kate’s intent nor ours as publisher to cause any offense but rather to show through story how one person can choose to put the lives of others ahead of her own and help to shine God’s light into darkness.

After publication, For Such a Time immediately garnered strong positive reviews from readers in many markets. The book was a finalist for several literary awards including two in the Romance Writers of America RITA® awards for “best first book” and “inspirational romance” categories.

Bethany House Publishers will continue to support Kate Breslin and her writing. We have heard from many readers who have been moved by this honest portrayal of courage during a time of terrible evil, and we hope it continues to inspire and remind us to never forget the tragedy of the Holocaust.

Noelle Bruss

Well, that was disappointing. And upsetting. A slightly different version was posted on Bethany House’s website today, so this appears to be a generic statement that they plan to make in response to any criticism of this book they receive.

Fortunately, the statement is also fairly short, so we can respond to it point by point without writing the equivalent of War and PeaceBefore we begin, the contributors to this discussion are myself and:

Bethany House Publishers has been very saddened to learn of the offense some have taken at our April 2014 novel For Such a Time by Kate Breslin.

Jackie: This is the epitome of a non-apology. “I’m sad my actions hurt you” is just never, ever an apology. Bethany House is placing its alleged “feelings” (hint: Bethany House is a business, not a person) ahead of the harm its action have done to actual people. I’m not sure how much more mealy-mouthed and vile this could be.

Kelly: I read that and had to close the browser tab. PR 101 “How not to apologize.”

Sunita: It’s worse than that. THEY have been saddened (made sad by) … the offense some have taken… We have made them sad! Bad us!

We deeply respect and honor the Jewish faith, and this novel, inspired by the events and redemptive theme of the biblical book of Esther, was intended to draw on our common faith heritage.

Jackie: A book that actively rewrites Jewish history cannot be said to respect or honor the Jewish faith. And no matter how much Bethany House may believe otherwise, it is not merely disrespectful but insensitive and insulting to reframe a fundamentally Jewish experience as a Christian redemption story. Yes, many non-Jewish people died in the Holocaust, but Jews died because of their unique combination of ethnicity. heritage, and faith, and mostly at the hands of those who claimed to be Christians. That truth should have given Bethany House pause. Instead, it apparently just sounded like an awesome idea.

Kelly: The theme of the story of Esther is not “redemption.” Did any of the dozens of theologians and Bible scholars you work with review the book?

Emily: My ESV study bible lists the themes for the Book of Esther: 1) Divine providence 2) human responsibility 3) the absurdity of wickedness

Sunita: Our common faith. That’s that pre-Christian but we share a Bible language, isn’t it. They intended to draw on the “common faith heritage.” So what they respect and honor is the common faith? Hard not to infer that.

Laura: “respect and honor the Jewish faith” It would have been nice, if you wanted to respect and honor the Jewish faith, if you depicted the Jewish faith. You did not. There is no indication that anyone who knows anything at all about Judaism beyond “hey, they don’t eat pork!” read this book.

Breslin reframes that Esther story in a Nazi transit camp during the Holocaust and portrays a courageous young Jewish woman who by God’s strength saved fellow Jews from death and in so doing awakened the conscience of a man thought by many to be beyond redemption.

Jackie: I’ve read the book; I don’t need the elevator pitch.

But this sentence also couldn’t more clearly illustrate exactly what is wrong with the book. It didn’t happen this way. There was no Nazi SS officer whose conscience was awakened by a courageous Jewish woman, thereby saving thousands of lives. It would be bad enough if Breslin had written this as an entirely fictionalized account, but she didn’t. She chose to change the course of history by replacing actual events and people with ones that suited her narrative purpose, thereby erasing the true tragedy that was Theresienstadt and, by extension, the entire Holocaust. Not to put too fine a point on it, but this is a form of Holocaust denial. No, it doesn’t deny the whole thing, but it denies a substantial portion of it.

Also, the fact that Breslin based her story on the Book of Esther does nothing to excuse or mitigate the harm.

Kelly: The story of Esther does not involve “awaken[ing] the conscience of a man thought by many to be beyond redemption.” It’s not about “salvation,” either.

Emily (again with my study bible on my lap): “Deliverance” is the closest word they use which is a bit different.

Sunita: Wait, this isn’t even what happens in the book. He came up with the plan. So maybe her love led him to that, but she was a fragile fainting flower until the train plot kicked in.

Laura:who by God’s strength” I have a real issue with this line. Yes, both Christians and Jews read the Old Testament. But the God you are referring to in this letter is the New Testament God. God as in “God the father of our savior Jesus Christ,” not the God of the Jews. If you intended to show, as is it is shown in Esther, that Hadassah’s original faith was the key to rescuing (and notice that I say rescuing, not saving, despite Morty’s numerous uses of the word “salvation”) her people, you have failed utterly.

She wrote this deeply researched story with the greatest respect for the Jewish people and their history.

Jackie: If “deeply researched” means “checked the facts then ignored or changed the ones she didn’t like,” I guess that’s an accurate enough statement. Frankly, however, the host of small but hardly inconsequential historical gaffes in this book make it all but impossible to take any claim of “deep research” seriously. Here are just a few of them:

  1. Dachau’s prisoners were not tattooed (Breslin does admit to making this change in the author’s note).
  2. All noble titles were abolished in Austria after WWI. Aric would have been simply Aric Schmidt, not Aric von Schmidt.
  3. The Nazis never wrote down the term “Final Solution.” A folder labeled as such is an impossibility.
  4. Himmler selected SS officers based on their adherence to Nazi ideology. As portrayed in this novel, Aric would never have been in the SS, let alone “Himmler’s prize bull.”
  5. “Lvov” was not a safe haven for Jews in June of 1944. Most of its Jewish community was murdered. (Added by Janine)

I could probably find more similarly jarring factual errors if I wanted to, but they pale in comparison to the whole stolen train/triumph of the Jews over the Germans in the “Battle of Susa”/humiliation of Himmler and Eichmann during the Red Cross visit ending. It’s clear from her author’s note that Breslin is well aware none of these things happened. How then could she feel that pretending they did was either good historical storycraft or (even more baffling) respectful of the Jewish people or their history? It’s one thing to take license with minor historical details and timelines. It’s another to entirely rewrite the end of World War II. And the ending of this story demands nothing less.

And whatever Breslin herself may have thought of what she was doing, the fact that Bethany House can continue to defend it as respectful and honorable when people of Jewish heritage are telling them otherwise is simply mind-bogglingly self-absorbed and blind. As my husband would say, these people have no inner dialogue.

Kelly: Where were the editors? Every single editor involved in this book should be fired. Immediately.

Also: It’s clear that the “extensive research” and “greatest respect” did not involve reading any primary sources written by Jewish historians or (God forbid) survivors, or any attempt to understand the Jewish view of “deliverance” or “heaven,” or you know, actually talking to a Jewish person. Maybe you were afraid of getting Jew cooties?

For future Holocaust books in the works: In the absence of any rabbis in the greater SeaTac or Twin Cities metropolitan areas, I would recommend a trip to the library. You don’t even have to go there – they have ebooks now! I’d recommend reading something by Chaim Potok. Or Elie Wiesel. Maybe you’ve heard of them? They’re very good writers. A quick jaunt to the Holocaust Museum would be another option. You can use my $10 to buy a memento yellow star at the gift shop.

I cannot stop the snark. It’s the only way my brain and heart and Christian soul can process this.

Laura: Kelly, in other editing news, there’s one unintentionally hilarious editing mistake in this book. At one of the feeding scenes, Stella says “I’m finished,” which made me think “I only wish you were!” A halfway decent copy editor would have changed that to “I have finished,” not only because that’s correct but because this is not supposed to be set in modern America.

Sunita: The other thing to note, in addition to the errors: When she did know the true story, she mostly changed it. So it’s not clear what the point of the research was. It’s not enough to do the research. The research needs to show up in the text.

Kelly: The research did show up in the text – as inconsistently formatted German and Yiddish words, frequent name-dropping of Himmler and Eichmann, and the comforting smells of Challah during Shabbat.

Laura: There’s no cultural research here, which is the most important thing to consider when you’re writing about a culture other than your own, which can only lead me to believe that you really don’t see the difference between the culture of a modern American Evangelical Christian and a 1940s European Jew. I don’t even know how to counteract that.

It was neither Kate’s intent nor ours as publisher to cause any offense but rather to show through story how one person can choose to put the lives of others ahead of her own and help to shine God’s light into darkness.

Janine: If it wasn’t Bethany House’s intention as a publisher to cause any offense, why use the anti-semitic term “Jewess” in the cover copy? Why co-opt the yellow Jewish star used to isolate Jewish people and mark them as Jews for the cover? Why use an actual photograph of Jews at Auschwitz, which records real people, some going to their deaths, on the cover of a book which has as its protagonist a Nazi concentration camp commandant?

Jackie: Did these people never hear that the road to hell is paved with good intentions? Listen up: intentions don’t matter. This book has caused genuine pain and harm to people. They are telling you this book is insulting and offensive. The fact that you didn’t “mean it to be” isn’t relevant. The only correct response here is “We are sorry for the offense and pain this book has caused to members of the Jewish and other communities. We realize we must take steps in the future to avoid making such grievous errors of judgment.”

By the way…this is a good spot for me to point out to Bethany House that if they truly respect their “shared faith heritage” with Judaism, they might consider having books like this vetted by actual Jewish readers and scholars. Had Breslin or Bethany House taken this one, simple step, this entire clusterfuck could have been prevented.

Kelly: “…how one person can choose to put the lives of others ahead of her own.” Pfft. The  puts Aric’s life ahead of her own. The Jews are just along for the ride.

Also: I’m offended. I’m very offended. And I’m Christian.

Emily: I was saddened by the book. Offended by the [non] apology. Christians should be the best at apologizing and repentance, and this statement was worse than no acknowledgment.

Sunita: Again with the intent. Intent is not execution. Author is not book. Author can have greatest intent in the world, but if it doesn’t translate to the finished product, the finished product is bad. We can grant them all the intent in the world. It doesn’t change the outcome.

Laura: Also, when your intent doesn’t match the outcome, you change the outcome. That’s how it works. If you intend to help your uncle move and you accidentally drop his television down the stairs, you buy him a new TV and get it delivered. You don’t say, “Well, my intentions were good.” You are in complete control of the outcome here, and since you choose not to fix it, I choose not to believe your stated intentions.

Janine: As one who lost relatives at Auschwitz, this non-apology “apology” in no way mitigates my feelings of anger and hurt. It only compounds them. I think Bethany House is speaking to its customer base in this statement, and not to those whom they have hurt and offended.

After publication, For Such a Time immediately garnered strong positive reviews from readers in many markets. The book was a finalist for several literary awards including two in the Romance Writers of America RITA® awards for “best first book” and “inspirational romance” categories.

Jackie: Yes, I know about the strong positive reviews, and I’m still scratching my head over them. I keep wondering what book they read. That said, positive reviews and award nominations do not make a book inoffensive. They do not eliminate the injury done to Jewish people, to the memory of those who died at Theresienstadt and Auschwitz, and even to the true courage of those Christians who actually did put themselves in danger to protect and save Jewish lives.

In all honesty, this statement brought tears to my eyes. They were just the wrong kind.

Emily: I’m feeling awkward and self-revealing to say this, but I can only wonder if Satan is actively at work blinding people’s eyes and hearts for them to think this book is good or even okay.

Kelly: As seen on Twitter: “I don’t think Jesus is very happy with y’all right now.”

The Birth of a Nation got a lot of publicity too. Go figure. Even Jerry Lewis had enough sense to ditch his Holocaust clown movie.

Sunita: Two Words. Dan Brown. People love his horrible books. And yes, we agree that it got good reviews in general market. And two RITA nominations. These are not validations of the book but black marks against those reviewers.

Jackie: And to be fair, the second RITA nomination was inevitable based on the first.

Laura: Lots of people believe we should ban books, burn books, etc. Does that mean you believe it, too? Seriously. I feel like I’m your mother going “if all your friends jumped off a bridge…” It wasn’t “Lots of markets.” It was one market. Your market. If you’re going to crow over a pathetic victory, at least be honest about what that victory was.

Janine: I feel compelled to point out that Time magazine chose Hitler as its 1938 “Man of the Year.” Since Time magazine was wrong, I’ll surmise that the readers, reviewers and contest judges who praised For Such a Time are wrong too. We don’t say, “Hitler had a lot of fans and therefore we stand behind him.”  Your statement, Bethany House, isn’t any more logical than that one.


A Sad (but not Angry) Letter to Bethany House

Introduction: Emily Hubbard, is a writer, reader, and member of the discussion group with which I read For Such a Time by Kate Breslin. Emily wrote the following letter to Bethany House, the book’s publisher. It’s easy for us to focus on the author of this book, but Bethany House contracted, edited, and published it. I have said I feel they did Breslin a disservice by publishing this book in its current condition, but Emily beautifully states how the publisher has also done a disservice to Christians. I truly appreciate that.–Jackie

Dear brothers/sisters in Christ–

I am an evangelical Christian. I’m married to an ordained minister in a conservative Presbyterian denomination. I’m teaching my children the catechism. I believe the Bible is the authoritative word of God, that Jesus is the only way to salvation, and that we are saved by grace alone through faith alone in Christ alone. And I believe this faith is worth sharing, and I have many friends that I pray end up in Heaven with me–even though not all of them are excited I feel that way.

I’ve loved your books since my mom cracked open the first Winslow book and read it aloud to us when I was 7 or 8. I would read over her shoulder while the older kids cleaned up from supper. Later I read George MacDonald, Janette Oke, the Thoenes, and even more Gilbert Morris (Cheney Duvall and Shiloh Irons was a favorite). I knew that books you published would be ones that I enjoyed, my mom approved, and that I would probably re-read.

I am YOUR people. I love your publishing house and want you to flourish, to encourage Christians and expand God’s kingdom.

And that’s why I’m heartbroken that you chose to publish For Such a Time by Kate Breslin. I understand the author’s intentions and motivations. I get it. But in order to achieve her narrative goals, Breslin actively rewrites a well-known chapter in history, replacing real people and documented events with fictionalized versions that erase the actual experience of those who were interned at Theresiendstadt. This book is not actually a historical novel–it is a-historical–and ultimately, really a fairytale about the Holocaust. As people have shared their family’s experience of the Holocaust (I’ll link to some at the end of this letter), I cannot believe that anyone would publish a book that creates a happy ending for three people by manipulating the history that caused death and pain for 6 million+ people and their loved ones. There was no freedom train out of the prison camp, only the ones that went to Auschwitz to the gas chambers. The Nazis/SS were NOT humiliated by the Red Cross visit. My knowledge of the Holocaust is mostly from The Hiding Place. I don’t alway read back matter, so because I read what was labeled as a historical romance, I would have assumed the train, the escape, the failed Red Cross visit, were all true. As I have read the stories people have shared about their grandparents, great grandparents, great aunts and uncles–even though I understand that white evangelicals have a interesting relationship with Jews and Israel–I am struggling to understand how you/I/anybody can consider it acceptable to write a story whose purpose is to leave the reader optimistic and emotionally satisfied when the Holocaust should leave us with grief and mourning for the lives lost and our own American inaction.

A romance is supposed to have an emotionally satisfying ending. How is this possible for a man guilty of war crimes and sending Jews to their death? While I do believe that everyone is capable of the same evil the Nazis perpetrated, and that no one is beyond the grasp of Jesus’s saving grace, this story is NOT the place to address that. This story should not have been labeled or sold as a romance, and frankly, shouldn’t have had a happy ending. Though I was moved to tears by the sacrificial actions of the Jewish people as they planned their final days, I was so disappointed when Aric showed up in the final chapter.

I can’t feel the pain that Holocaust survivors, their families, and the people who lost family members in the Holocaust will feel about this book, but I imagined a scenario that would cause similar pain for me and tried to imagine it published as a romance. As a white woman in an interracial marriage in the South, it actually turned out to be an easy shift. Can you imagine EVER approving an inspirational romance between a KKK member who is a policeman enforcing Jim Crow laws, and a young black woman. Even if both of them could get past their prejudices and fears and the power imbalance to fall in love [which honestly hurts me to even type], anti-miscegenation laws would make their life together NOT a happily ever after. I cannot see this ever being accepted as a romantic premise. Ms. Breslin’s story makes a fairy tale out of a time that should only cause mourning at the evil that occurred, and at the collective failure of Christians, and everyone, to act.

By publishing this novel you also put your author in an untenable position. I have read a lot of the online attacks on this book and on Kate Breslin. Some of it hurt my heart, but most of this is not persecution. We are not being persecuted for our faith, as scary as it is to have people angry at us. Christian publishing is being rightfully excoriated for publishing a truly terrible book (I’m not going to get into legitimate literary criticism but I do think that’s another reason this book shouldn’t have been published).

Using photos of Auschwitz victims on the cover, and photos of the gates of Auschwitz for marketing material (I don’t know if Ms. Breslin is responsible for that or y’all) is particularly hurtful. While it may be “authentic” to use these photos, it also is using them to profit off the people who suffered AND DIED. And it is particularly unbearable considering the book’s plot turns on multiple purposeful inaccuracies and fabrications.

I’m going to return my electronic copy of this book and donate the price of the book to the Holocaust Museum in Washington DC. I am writing to ask you, as my brothers and sisters in Christ, to offer a sincere apology for the hurt you have caused–you don’t have to look that far behind all the internet anger to see the hurt–and donate the profits from this book to an appropriate charity (and Jews for Jesus is probably not the right one, but you could ask someone from there for a suggestion). You might even stop selling it and pulp the remaining paper copies. And maybe in the future if you publish books with Jewish characters, have a Jewish person read them and make sure they accurately reflect the Jewish experience. The Jewish people who read the book along with me found very little in the book that expressed their experience of Judaism, or what they know of Judaistic theology.

Christians throughout the ages have been participants in anti-Semitism. Even though I do not believe it was purposeful, by publishing this book, Baker and Bethany House have perpetuated anti-Semitism. The book of Esther that started this whole debacle is a triumph over anti-Semitism, a reminder that God is at work even when we can’t see it. Christians are called to a life of repentance, and I think for us here today, this is an important time to repent. You have the ability to make a statement showing that evangelicals value and care for the Jewish experience and Jewish people today, not as pawns in an eschatological game, but as individuals, who though they may choose to reject our Jesus, deserve to have their memories honored, not desecrated.

Love in Christ / Under the Mercy / in Christ alone
Emily Hubbard

About *That* Book (aka the Nazi Romance Everyone’s Talking About)

When discussion of Kate Breslin’s For Such a Time exploded on Twitter last week, I was pretty quick to express both my dismay at the book’s premise and my confusion over how such a book could be published in the first place. I also stated that I didn’t see how it would be possible for RWA (Romance Writers of America) to prevent a book like this from being a finalist in its published book contest, known as the Rita. (This book finaled both in inspirational romance and best first book, for those not in the know.) Given the fact that the book had not only received high enough scores from five judges to final in the Rita but had also been highly praised by both Romantic Times (a Top Pick) and Library Journal (a starred review), I had to believe it had some redeeming qualities and determined to read it for myself. I finished this afternoon.

I can safely say this is the worst book I have ever finished. If I hadn’t been committed to the cause of getting all the way through, I wouldn’t have gotten past the first few pages. And if it hadn’t been for the group of thoughtful reviewers and authors organized by Kelly Instalove who were reading it at the same time, I’m fairly certain I’d have given up well before the halfway mark. That said, I am glad that I read it all the way through because doing so allowed me to see that most of my initial, knee-jerk reactions based on the premise were reactions to the wrong problem.

Don’t misunderstand–the basic premise (Jewish internment camp prisoner falls in love and lives HEA w/camp’s Kommandant) is objectionable enough on its own. But I decided to go into the book with an open mind (or at least as close to open as possible). I have rather fond memories of Summer of My German Soldier, and even though I have a hard time thinking of an SS officer as someone conscripted into the war against his will and convictions, I was willing to believe that, in the hands of a competent author, I could buy in.

But Breslin is not a competent author, IMO. Or at least, she’s not a competent author for this book. This isn’t a well executed book that’s tackling difficult subjects; instead, it’s a poorly executed book that goes out of its way to AVOID difficult subjects. Having chosen such an incredibly challenging setting and premise for a romance, Breslin then ducks that challenge at every turn.

What do I mean?

Well, first and foremost, when it comes to the romance, why use this particular setup for a romance if NOT to explore the question of consent? Yet NO ONE in this book EVER seems to consider whether or not Stella/Hadassah is able to consent to a relationship with Aric. The whole question is simply ignored by everyone, including Stella herself. As readers, I think we are supposed to feel that since Stella is attracted to Aric and he’s so much “better” than the other Nazis, she has the agency to fall in love with him and choose whether or not to have a relationship. The fact that she refuses to be his mistress so he determines to marry her is, I guess, supposed to be further evidence that she’s not being forced into anything. But it’s all ENTIRELY ducking the issue. If you’re going to “go there” as an author, go all in. Embrace the challenge you’ve set for yourself. Especially if you’re going to open the book with a scene that reads like something out of a contemporary erotic romance where the submissive meets her fated Dom. (Don’t get me started on how Breslin hits you over the head with the fact that they ARE fated mates because .)

The next “avoidance” comes in the form of Breslin’s complete failure to write Jewish characters who think or speak like Jewish people. This isn’t just important because of the erasure issue. It’s important because doing this artificially narrows the cultural and religious gap between Stella and Aric. The addition of the Magic Bible–which belonged to Aric’s mother–further closes that gulf…at the expense of Stella having any actual Jewish identity. And of course, it’s not just Stella who thinks/speaks unJewishly. None of the Jewish characters come across as authentically Jewish. Everyone in this book is effectively Christian, except, of course, for the Bad Nazis™.

The third and most horrible avoidance is, of course, the “escape” from Theresienstadt and the subsequent imaginary humiliation of Eichmann and Himmler when the Red Cross delegation arrives. This isn’t just bad because it’s rewriting history so her characters can get their HEA; it’s bad because it’s once again avoiding the difficult reality of what lay at the end of those train trips. (By the way, can I say the train chases/fight scene reminded me less of Indiana Jones and more of Captain America? Hadassah dangles from the train a la Bucky, except she doesn’t fall to her presumptive death.) It’s pretending there was some “Jewish victory” in WWII. The opening of Chapter 50 all but announces this. But that just ain’t so and it minimizes the tragedy of what actually happened to the people who boarded those trains. And all so our hero and heroine can walk off into the soft-focus sunset. It’s really rage-inducing.

Beyond all of that, the book is written in a turgid, heavy-handed style that is trying to be literary but that quickly wears out its welcome. The characterization is, across the board, inconsistent and vacuous, with the villains straight out of a comic book. (Actually, comic book villains are usually better elucidated and motivated.) The symbolism is repetitive and obvious. The book relies on some standard romance conventions that I’ve always found disturbing–most particularly, the use of “everyone wants to rape the heroine” was evidence of her beauty/desirability. And finally, the romance itself is utterly superficial, based entirely on insta-lust that never convincingly matures to anything else.

I want to add here, by the way, that there is no explicit conversion or “come to Jesus” moment at the end of the book–of either the hero or the heroine. The hero doesn’t experience any religious conviction that convinces him to save the Jews under his authority; he mostly does it because they’re the heroine’s “people” and he loves her, so he’ll save them for her sake. It’s not particularly heroic nor is it redemptive arc. (He also actually asks these people for forgiveness. I cannot get over how wrong it is to ask for forgiveness from people whose family and friends you’ve genocidally murdered.) And Hadassah never in any way clearly converts to Christianity, but there’s really no necessity, either. She never reads as anything but a Christian, just one who apparently hasn’t yet got the word on pork and the resurrection. Having already minimized the difference between Christianity and Judaism to diet and a miracle, Breslin doesn’t have any need for an explicit conversion.

For Such a Time is really a bad book that should never have been published, but not entirely for the reasons I thought it was, and I’m glad I read it because I want to be able to criticize it for the right ones.

The Julian Fraire Memorial Scholarship

Because so many of my friends in the writing and romance community were kind enough to donate money to our family in the weeks that followed Julian’s death last March 20th, I wanted everyone to know what we have decided to do with that money. I always thought we’d want to establish a scholarship in Julian’s name for students of his high school. It’s taken us almost a year to get to the point where we could sit down and hammer out the framework, but now we have that and I am hopeful that we will award a scholarship this year to one of the classmates he would have graduated with. At present, we only have enough money to do this one scholarship a year for three years, but I hope that we can find a way to do that through ongoing donations. As part of that effort, we’ll be taking the necessary steps to convert the fund to a 501(c)3 endowment so people can make tax-deductible donations in the future. I’m sure we’ll get a website up and running soon, as well.

In the meantime, here’s an overview:


The Julian Fraire Memorial Scholarship

For students of Steele Canyon High School in El Cajon, CA

For all of his brief but full life, Julian Fraire exhibited two distinct traits.The first was unquenchable curiosity. Even as a small child, he wanted to know how things worked. He refused to go on carnival rides until, at about four years old, he was able to understand the mechanics. As he got older, he became fascinated with computers, space, physics, and pretty much all things scientific. By the time he was in his mid-teens, he had built several computers. Julian might not always have been the student with the best grades, but he was incredibly self-motivated to learn new things. If it was a subject he was interested in (science, mostly), he always seemed to know about the latest and greatest findings before the news hit the papers. His dream was to go to college and study science, probably physics or astrophysics, but possibly medicine or biology, and to use his knowledge and talents to make the world a better place. He often spoke of taking what he learned and starting an entrepreneurial venture to develop inventions that might bring about positive change.

That desire to make the world a better place was evidence of the second trait: a strong sense of compassion and justice. When he was in the fourth grade, his teacher remarked on his kindness to other students during physical education. Instead of making fun of kids who struggled, he encouraged them, saying, “Don’t worry. You’ll do better next time.” Of course, he was a regular kid, which meant lots of teasing and joking amongst his friends, and a lot of that was far from politically correct. Nonetheless, when push came to shove, he was always interested in seeing that people from all walks of life got a fair shake and horrified by many of the outright injustices he heard about in the news. Above all else, he wanted what he did with his life to have a positive effect on the world around him.

The Julian Fraire Memorial Scholarship is intended to encourage these traits in others and, by doing so, to carry on the legacy of Julian’s life. The award has two phases:

  • A $2,500 grant to be paid directly to a college or university toward the first year’s tuition.
  • An additional $7,500 to be paid directly to the recipient upon graduation and to be used at the recipient’s sole discretion. Graduation must occur within 5 years of entering college.

The ideal recipient of this award will be a senior at Steele Canyon High School who exhibits the traits described above.

Applicants for this scholarship must meet the following minimum qualifications:

  • Have been accepted to a four-year college or university.
  • Be able to demonstrate financial need. This does not mean the student cannot be receiving other forms of financial aid, but that the student has gaps in funding that would have to be filled by student loans.
  • Have chosen one of the following fields of study:
    • Physics/Astrophysics
    • Chemistry
    • Biology
    • Medicine/Pre-med
    • Architecture
    • Engineering

The selection team will also consider the following factors:

  • The student has a specific goal or plan for using their education and skills upon college graduation (i.e., cure cancer, end climate change, etc.).
  • The student provides examples of how his/her goals would bring positive change to people

To apply for this scholarship, you must submit the following:

  • An acceptance letter from a four-year college or university in one of the qualifying fields of study
  • Two letters of recommendation from teachers past or present
  • A personal essay explaining why the student feels he or she would be an ideal recipient for this award

After reviewing these items, the selection team will interview the final candidates.

Life Is Pain, Highness

If The Princess Bride isn’t the most oft-quoted movie ever made, it ought to be. Sometimes, I feel like I could speak entirely in quotes from it and make perfect sense in a conversation.

It’s been a long time since I’ve posted here or on my Facebook page, but it feels like time to give some sort of an update. The 20th of this month will mark one year since Julian’s death. But today is my youngest son’s 13th birthday. For his birthday weekend, we had a fantastic meal at a local microbrewery in Alpine and watched multiple “best” episodes of Star Trek: The Next Generation as a family. (We are working up to “The Best of Both Worlds,” the two-parter in which Picard is captured by the Borg). All in all, it was a good weekend. I’m in a lot of pain much of the time, but I also have joy. It’s not either/or. It’s both.

As we come up on the one-year anniversary (people in my support group sometimes call in the angel-versary), I’m trying very hard not to give the date any importance at all. Dates only have the meaning we give them. There’s nothing special about the fact that Julian died on a March 20th. It doesn’t make the next March 20th anything but another March 20th. Or so I try to remind myself. Most special “dates” I’ve anticipated with dread have turned out to be less terrible than I imagined they would be. Maybe dreading them in my imagination made the reality less awful. I’m not sure.

But when the pain comes–when it’s sharp and fierce and so gut-wrenching that it’s all I can do to keep breathing–doesn’t seem to have anything to do with the date. It’s utterly unpredictable. So I’m doing my best to just let the pain be what it is, when it wants to be there. I can’t seem to schedule or pre-ordain it, so it’s waste of time to try.

Tonight, my husband and I are going to a program with a psychic. Like Julian (or maybe he was like me), I’m a dyed-in-the-wool skeptic about this sort of thing, but at this point, I’m willing to give anything that might give me a small sliver of peace a chance. And I’m not paying for it, so it’s not as though I’m likely to be bilked out of the children’s college fund. At least not in one night!

In a lot of ways, Julian was my best friend. I know I was supposed to be his mother and therefore an authority figure, not a buddy, but it was hard not to have a more collegial relationship with him. We were just so much alike in so many ways–although he was a lot smarter than me when it came to science and math. I know I’m never going to stop grieving for him. In 15 years or 50, there will still be a hole in my heart and there will likely still be days when the pain will overwhelm me.

But life is pain. Anyone who says otherwise is selling something.

Stalking Is an Act of Violence

I had a stalker during my sophomore year in college. He was a wild-eyed, stringy-haired, shabbily dressed guy who was probably in his mid-twenties. He used to stand outside the small library at my college and stare at me through the window while I studied. At least once, he showed up at my dorm room. And he sent me several “love notes.” The one I remember (because it freaked me out) read, “What happens when a flower is cut off from its source? It dies.”

To this day, I have no idea what I did to inspire this young man’s obsession with me. He was clearly suffering from some sort of mental health issue, and I genuinely did not hate him or wish him any ill will. What I did wish was that he would leave me the hell alone. Yet my repeated attempts to convey the fact that I was not interested in a relationship with him (I had a boyfriend at the time) were for naught. He didn’t stop until the university took steps to ban him from campus.

But even if I’d done something to inspire him, his behavior would have been just as creepy and frightening. Although he never did anything overtly violent, the very fact that he was always watching and following me carried an implicit threat of violence. I never felt safe during the few weeks he stalked me. There were times when I genuinely feared for my life.

And this is why any claim that a person can engage in behavior in the online space that justifies real-life stalking troubles me so intensely. Unfortunately, I am seeing those claims being made in the Hale case. (If you’re not aware of what happened, please see this links post at Love in the Margins for a good round-up.)

It’s clear to me from Hale’s initial post that she knows her behavior crossed the line of normative behavior, but that she has no grasp of why. That’s because, like my stalker in college, she sees her behavior as innocently motivated (in her case, by curiosity and hurt feelings; in mine, by “love”). But seeing your stalking as innocently motivated doesn’t make it any less threatening. Because frankly, all stalkers think their motives are pure.

The minute you start justifying bad behavior by telling yourself you don’t mean any harm, you need to stop. Your bad behavior IS harm, whether you mean it or not.

Amazon’s Misleading Math

Full disclosure: I am not on either Hachette’s or Amazon’s “side.” I am on the side of not distorting facts. This particular “fact” has been bothering me for days.

In Amazon’s recent statement about its contract negotiations with Hachette, it has stated (among other things) that it thinks the correct retail price for ebooks is $9.99 or less. It makes its case for this claim in part with the following factoid:

“For every copy an e-book would sell at $14.99, it would sell 1.74 copies if priced at $9.99,” the company wrote. “So, for example, if customers would buy 100,000 copies of a particular e-book at $14.99, then customers would buy 174,000 copies of that same e-book at $9.99. Total revenue at $14.99 would be $1,499,000. Total revenue at $9.99 is $1,738,000.”

On its surface, I suspect this seems pretty reasonable and a lot of people have bought the logic. If books sell more copies at $9.99 than at $14.99 and thereby generate more revenue, why on earth would publishers insist on setting prices at $14.99? They are clearly losing money!

Except it isn’t clear at all. If you read this statement carefully, you’ll realize that for every 100 copies that sell at $14.99, another 74 would sell at $9.99. But the 100 copies will still sell at $14.99. And therein lies to the falsehood in the math. The retail price of an ebook isn’t a static value. Publishers don’t release ebooks at $14.99 and then leave the price there forever. They leave the price at $14.99 until the market of consumers who will buy at $14.99 is tapped and then drop the price (often in conjunction with the release of a cheaper paper format).

A traditionally published ebook (especially a successful one) often goes through many retail price changes. This is annoying for consumers, I grant you, who may feel shafted when the ebook they purchased for $14.99 goes on sale for $1.99, but they got to read the book three years ago instead of waiting until the price dropped to the bargain basement.

Amazon’s claim that total revenue for books at $9.99 is greater than that for books at $14.99 doesn’t take this pricing mechanism into account. The simple fact is that if the publisher can get 100 customers to buy the book at $14.99, the total revenue for those sales is $1,499. When sales being to flag at this price, the publisher can then drop the price to $9.99 and presumably sell another 74 copies for total revenue $739.26. This amounts to total revenue of $2,238.26.

By contrast, if the publisher starts at $9.99, all 174 of those sales are at $9.99 and total revenue is $1738.26. That amounts to the publisher (and Amazon) losing $500 in revenue for every 174 sales. Multiply that over thousands of sales, and it’s a LOT Of money to leave on the table.

If this is the case, why does Amazon want the retail price of ebooks to be $9.99? After all, it looks like they are, in fact, losing money. I don’t know the answer for certain, but I can speculate.

If the retail price were capped at $9.99 (not just at Amazon but everywhere), Amazon would not have to discount as often or as deeply to be the cheapest game in town (which is what they want). Discounts come out of Amazon’s portion of the sale price, not the publisher’s, so less discounting may mean greater revenue for Amazon, even if total revenue is reduced.

Don’t Read This Post…

…That is, unless you’re willing to put up with a lot of sad, rambling observations about grief and survival. If you feel you can stomach my navel-gazing, then by all means, continue.

I’ve read a lot of books about grief and grieving in the past four months. Yesterday, I finished Harriet Sarnoff Schiff’s The Bereaved Parent, which was published in 1977 but is deservedly a classic on the subject of loss, especially the loss of a child. I guess, if there’s one thing I’m “getting” from what I’ve read so far is that we’re doing everything “right”: going to support groups and talking about our loss, giving our surviving children space to express their feelings, taking steps to ensure we don’t build a shrine to our son in his room or by making him perfect in our memories, and so on. Sometimes, I feel like we’re the model grievers; I’ve been told numerous times by people who attend our support group that our family has been an inspiration to them.

So if we’re so perfect, why do I feel like life is empty and meaningless? Why do I go to bed every night wondering what the fuck I was thinking when I decided it would be a good idea to get married and have children and put myself on the path to this unbearable outcome? I thought of my family as the one thing that was worth living for, the one thing that mattered more than anything else. And now I’ve lost my innocence. I’ve been thrown out of that Garden of Eden to understand that all of that purpose can be taken from me in a heartbeat. That I can be the parent to an incredibly smart, talented, loving 16-year-old son one minute and lose him in the next. And if I can lose him, I can lose everyone. I can lose everything. What, then, do I have?

The answer, right now, is nothing. And it’s a wholly unsatisfactory answer. Because right now, I’m going through the motions, doing the things I’m supposed to do, being the model griever, and it’s not getting me any closer to feeling like I want to live. Oh, don’t worry. One thing grief has taught me is that I would never, ever deliberately inflict this kind of suffering on those I love by taking my own life. I’m not remotely suicidal. What I am is apathetic. Whether I live or die may be of concern to others, but it matters very little to me. And that’s because I don’t know what the hell I’m living for beyond those other people.

That should probably be enough. Maybe I’ll come to the point where it is enough. But right now, I’m genuinely in search of something more. Something bigger and better that I can do in the world that will make my life and my pain seem worthwhile. My children will grow up and begin their own lives. I can’t continue to invest my purpose in them indefinitely. My husband and I will continue to love and support each other and grow old together. But that can’t be all there is.

So I’m out here. Looking. Searching within myself for whatever it is I’m supposed to do that will matter.

At our support group last week, I talked about this. THe facilitator said, “Maybe that was Julian’s gift to you.” Maybe it is. I only hope I am worthy of it.

A Brief Personal Update

I’ve been debating whether or not to write this post for a few weeks now. I kept leaning to the side of not posting because, for one thing, this is bound to be a depressing read and, for another, writing it feels a bit self-indulgent and self-absorbed. But when I said on Twitter that I didn’t think anybody would want to read my “depressing shit,” a fair number said that this wasn’t the case and that they genuinely wanted to hear what I have to say. Knowing that people do want to hear and knowing that I don’t want to write twenty emails covering the same ground, I decided to go ahead and do this thing.

So, it’s been ten weeks. On some level, I think I’m still in shock. Oh, don’t get me wrong. I cry every day. Multiple times. I know my son is gone and the sorrow and pain that knowledge brings is unavoidable. It’s not quite as bad as it was four or five weeks ago, when I was crying nearly constantly, but it’s not significantly less, either. Moreover, I’m not sure I want it to be less. Why should it? The longer he is gone, the more I miss him. The more I miss the way he’d bound into my room when I was working to talk to me about something (remember the way Kramer would bound into Jerry’s apartment in Seinfeld? It was kind of like that) or the way he’d call me into his room to share something he’d found on YouTube or the way he’d hug me before he left for an overnight at a friend’s house. And that’s just a tiny list of things that comes to mind at this instant. I could go on and on.

But at the same time, I’m functional. I get up in the mornings and get my kids off to school and myself off to work. When I get to work, I actually get stuff done. For more than two months, someone brought us dinner almost every night or we ate out, but starting this week, I’m cooking again and I have to say that it’s nice to eat “our own” meals again. I really appreciated and enjoyed everything people brought, but you can only eat so many enchiladas and lasagnas before it starts to get old. (Not everyone brought enchiladas and lasagnas, mind you, but there were a lot of them. They are very practical and portable, after all.)

So from the outside, I think I probably look okay. Like I’ve already gotten over this monumental loss that I know I’m never really going to be over. And partly, that’s my choice. I don’t want people to feel like they have to tiptoe around me or, conversely, that they should ask probing questions about my emotional health (especially if they’re not close friends or family). And even with close friends and family, there’s a level on which I just don’t want to go “there”. I can get “there” on my own just fine, and I’d rather do that on my own schedule.

The one thing I haven’t been able to do with any consistency is write. I’ve tried and made a little progress on the YA story I posted a few weeks ago, but by “a little progress,” I really mean little. As in maybe I’ve added 1,000-1,500 words. I think a lot about writing–I plot scenes in my head as a way to get my mind of Julian when I’m trying to fall asleep and thank goodness, that does work. But when it comes to actually sitting down and getting words on paper (or the screen), I just don’t have the concentration. That’s not surprising, from what I hear. The experts say that grief is very consuming and tends to sap your ability to concentrate on anything else.

I’m not putting any expectations on myself at this point as to when (or even whether) I’ll ever write seriously again. I kind of doubt I’ll give it up for good (I tried that once before and was successful for about 10 years, but then the bug came back), but at this point, I have to concentrate on getting through each day as best I can and not think too much about the future.