The Eitingons: A Twentieth-Century Story
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A stunning family saga that mixes the fur trade, psychoanalysis and Trotsky. The Barnes & Noble Review When Wilmers calls attention to herself in the course of her tale, she is usually self-deprecating. When she traveled to Moscow to look up Leonid's relatives she acknowledges that having spent the better part of a lifetime living under the threat of the Cold War, she was liable to act a bit flighty. "I… made things far more difficult for myself by ringing them from call boxes -- one of the surprising facts of late Soviet Russia (as of late capitalist America) is that the phone boxes always worked -- and not giving them a number where they could ring me. A well-heeled woman in her fifties, I was masquerading as Nancy Drew." While such remarks can be endearing, there are a couple of instances where one sort of wishes she'd shunned the unflattering light in which she dresses up her disclosures. Speaking with a cousin of her mother's, for instance, she hears about a street in Leipzig with an interesting history: "The street, too, the cousin said, was now once again known as Eitingonstrasse -- re-re-named from Nazi times when it had been called Adolf-Hitler-Strasse. I had been pleased at the idea of Eitingonstrasse becoming Adolf-Hitler-Strasse: it would, I thought, give some oomph to my story…"
