Nobody's Son: A Memoir by Mark SloukaNobody's Son: A Memoir by Mark Slouka

Nobody's Son: A Memoir

byMark Slouka

Paperback | October 24, 2017

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Born in Czechoslovakia, Mark Slouka’s parents survived the Nazis only to have to escape the Communist purges after the war. Smuggled out of their own country, the newlyweds joined a tide of refugees moving from Innsbruck to Sydney to New York, dragging with them a history of blood and betrayal that their son would be born into.

From World War I to the present, Slouka pieces together a remarkable story of refugees and war, displacement and denial—admitting into evidence memories, dreams, stories, the lies we inherit, and the lies we tell—in an attempt to reach his mother, the enigmatic figure at the center of the labyrinth. Her story, the revelation of her life-long burden and the forty-year love affair that might have saved her, shows the way out of the maze.

Mark Slouka’s most recent books are the memoir Nobody’s Son and the award-winning novel Brewster. His work has appeared in The Best American Short Stories, The Best American Essays, and the PEN / O. Henry Prize Stories. He lives in Brewster, New York.
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Title:Nobody's Son: A MemoirFormat:PaperbackDimensions:288 pages, 8.25 × 5.5 × 0.68 inPublished:October 24, 2017Publisher:WW NortonLanguage:English

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ISBN - 10:039335475X

ISBN - 13:9780393354751

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[Slouka’s] thoughtful and erudite reflections deepen the narrative and infuse it with compassion…With the rich prose of a novel, [Nobody’s Son] is a story about escapes: Slouka’s parents escaping from Communist brutality, his father escaping from the oppression of marriage, his mother escaping from the conflict within and the author, seeking refuge the only way he knows how, escaping through words. — New York Times Book ReviewA beautifully written memoir which is as much about the wiles of memory as it is about Slouka’s family history…With love and compassion, Slouka bravely excavates the pain and straightens the pictures on the walls of his chamber of memories. — Washington PostMark Slouka’s superb memoir should become a classic…A heart-wrenching tale of the demise of a family, told with the hard-won honesty and insight of a genuine artist. — Lynne Sharon SchwartzA masterwork…astonishingly fierce yet powerfully lyric. The story moves beyond the search for a self into the tangled narratives of both private memory and the ravaged history of twentieth-century central Europe. — Patricia Hampl, author of A Romantic EducationSomber, funny, ruthless, tender, this singular memoir reverberates with obstinate, refreshing candor. Mark Slouka demonstrates powerfully the ways that memory is a function of imagination, like it or not. — Phillip Lopate, author of Portrait Inside My HeadThe profoundest stories are about family, and the best memoirs are about memory; both human ties and human memory are deceptive, mysterious, recursive, contradictory. Slouka’s previous writing has shown that he has both a hard skeptical brain and a huge questing heart. Nobody’s Son is the book of his life, in both senses: he sings it like Bach throwing his baton, a mature master engaged, enamored, enraged. — Brian Hall, author of Fall of Frost‘Pinned like Ahab to his whale,’ Mark Slouka sets out to confront his own leviathan—a past of violent upheaval and existential terror, a childhood eclipsed by his mother’s madness. In his quiver: memories both sacred and flawed; hope, the thing without a GPS; resolve, the kind born of desperation; and love. The last will hit the mark. A brilliant memoir. — Kathryn Harrison, author of The Kiss: A Memoir and Joan of Arc: A Life TransfiguredIn Nobody’s Son, Mark Slouka softens neither the events he’s recalling nor his own struggle, sentence by sentence, to register them as truly as he can. Paradoxically, they’ve yielded a thing of beauty. — David Gates, author of A Hand Reached Down to Guide Me