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In Praise of Walking

Estimated reading time: 1 minute, 34 seconds

I woke up this morning with renewed enthusiasm for my top-of-the-day walk.

Last night, I read the first third of In Praise of Walking by neuroscientist Shane O’Mara.

Mike, Elyssa, and my two grandsons, Nick and Wes, had given me for my birthday. Their visit on Sunday was filled with joy and happiness.

The visit occurred two years after Mike and Elyssa came to Cranford to help Jan. I had just thought about that coincidence after they left.

In Praise of Walking is described as a hymn to walking, the mechanical magic at the core of our humanity; the book combines two of my interests, walking and reading.

Enthused by the book, I began my walk by climbing the stairs to the train platform to prepare for the Big Climb.

Standing on track one, the westbound train approached. As it passed me, the sun shone and filled the middle of the train tracks.

The rays of bright light reminded me to stay the course, live fully, and bring Jan with me.

As I exited the station, the eastbound train, filled with commuters, roared into the Ctanford station.

My mind focused on memories of the cross-country train journey that Jan and I took in 1978. If only we could make the trip again.

I could feel tears welling up inside my eye sockets, but I held them back as I remembered that Jan was with me now and forever!

Love never dies!

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These Feet Were Made for Walking

These Feet Were Made for Walking

On Friday, the temperature for my morning walk was 55 degrees Fahrenheit.

Today was the polar opposite.

The reading on my Weather app was 5 Fahrenheit (-15 Celsius). With the wind, it felt like -13 Fahrenheit (-25 Celsius).

Yesterday, I walked 7.26 miles. Today I could only go 4.34 miles as nature, exacerbated by the cold, made an urgent call.

Richard W. Brown December 24, 2022

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The Rest Is Memory: A Novel

Read: January 2025

The Rest Is Memory: A Novel

by Lily Tuck

Today, I dove into “The Rest Is Memory: A Novel” by Lily Tuck, and it’s already leaving a powerful impression. This poignant tale follows a young Catholic girl’s harrowing journey to Auschwitz, woven in a captivating Rashomon-style narrative showcasing Tuck’s brilliance as a storyteller. Esquire has rightly placed it on their list of Best Books for Fall 2024, and I can see why.

In Tuck‘s skilled hands, “The Rest Is Memory” transforms into an unforgettable piece of historical reclamation, breathing life into an innocent soul who has long been remembered only through a haunting triptych of photographs. It’s a journey that promises to linger in my thoughts long after I’ve turned the last page.

In this mesmerizing novel by Lily Tuck, we first glimpse fourteen-year-old Czeslawa riding on the back of a boy’s motorcycle. Tuck imagines Czeslawa’s upbringing in a small Polish village before her world imploded in late 1942. Stripped of her modest belongings, she arrives at Auschwitz shorn and bearing the tattoo number 26947. Shortly after, she is photographed. Three months later, she is dead.

How did this happen to an ordinary Polish citizen? This is the question Tuck grapples with in this haunting narrative, which frames Czeslawa’s story within the tragic context of the six million Poles who perished during the German occupation. A decade before writing The Rest Is Memory“, Tuck read an obituary of the photographer Wilhelm Brasse, who took over 40,000 pictures of Auschwitz prisoners—including three of Czeslawa Kwoka, a Catholic girl from rural southeastern Poland. Tuck cut out these photos and kept them, determined to learn more about Czeslawa. However, she could only gather the barest facts: the village she came from, the transport she was on, that she was accompanied by her mother and neighbors, her tattoo number, and the date of her death. Tuck crafts a remarkable kaleidoscope of imagination from this scant evidence, something only our greatest novelists can achieve.

Susanna Moore described the novel as “Beautifully written, all the while instilling a sense of horror.” Tuck’s language swirls around the reader, yet no word is out of place. The subtly rotating images tumble forth, accelerating as we learn about Czeslawa’s tragic time in Auschwitz, as well as the lives of real individuals, including the brutal Commandant Rudolf Höss, his unconscionable wife Hedwig, psychiatrist and child rescuer Janusz Korczak, and the sharp Polish short story writer Tadeusz Borowski. Although we know Czeslawa’s fate, we must keep turning the pages, thoroughly captivated by Tuck’s nearly otherworldly prose.