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>NOT by the hair of her chinny-chin-chin, apparently

>Off to the Eric Carle Museum today for tomorrow’s program; let’s hope the weather holds out! [UPDATE: It’s not going to. The event has been canceled and will be rescheduled.] Just read that the multimillion-dollar-lawsuit-inspiring Misha, a Holocaust memoir in which the author claimed to have been sheltered by wolves for a time, has been […]

>Cheap Thrills on the Moral High Ground

>We were discussing Holocaust education on child_lit, and a member forwarded an outline of her temple’s planned seventh-grade Holocaust unit, which included a showing of Schindler’s List. The outline noted, parenthetically, that “sexual content will be edited out.” I thought of that this weekend when Richard and I saw The Black Book, a racy thriller […]

>Six million what?

>Lois Lowry recently posted on her blog a letter from a teacher who was having his students collect and tie together six million centimeters of shoe lace to “represent the 6,000,000 Jews who were killed in the Holocaust.” Lois seems all for this idea (“It is always such a pleasure to hear of and from […]

>If Anne Frank lived

>I’m working this week on a speech about the shifting sands of YA literature (to be given at the Center for Children’s Books on March 2, come on down) and the latest news about Anne Frank has me thinking about how central her diary has been to YA. Do you think we would have even […]

Beyond Oral History: What Makes a Good Holocaust Book?

There continues to be a flood of books for young people about the Holocaust, even more now than a generation ago. This is partly because many survivors who for so long did not want to talk about their horrifying personal histories are now breaking their silence. Every time I get a new one to review, […]

Confronting the Ovens: The Holocaust and Juvenile Fiction

by Eric A. Kimmel When I was a child in Brooklyn there were several people in our neighborhood with numbers — small faint numbers neatly tattooed on the undersides of their wrists. We were not supposed to stare, but I can remember that even at an early age I could not tear my eyes away […]