As the publication date of Nothing Is Forgotten approaches (April 10), I’ve been considering what to post about the novel.
Some of the story would be the logical answer, but frankly, when I read a historical novel that takes in big events—in this case, the Holocaust and its connection to the Cold War—I often find myself wondering what led the author there—what was kicking around in his or her head. What were the seeds? Where did the garden come from?
So tomorrow I will start. At the beginning. With my grandfather.