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In the wake of World War II, a young, enigmatic woman named Lily arrives in Montreal on her own, expecting to be married to a man she's never met. But, upon seeing her at the train station, Sol Kramer turns her down. Out of pity, his brother Nathan decides to marry her instead, and pity turns into a deep and doomed love. It is immediately clear that Lily is not who she claims to be. Her attempt to live out her life as Lily Kramer shatters when she disappears, leaving a new husband and a baby daughter with only a diary, a large uncut diamond―and a need to find the truth.
Who is Lily and what happened to the young woman whose identity she stole? Why has she left and where did she go? It's up to the daughter Lily abandoned to find the answers to these questions, as she searches for the mother she may never truly know, in The Imposter Bride by Nancy Richler.
*Winner of the Canadian Jewish Book Award
*Short-listed for the 2012 Giller Prize
- Sales Rank: #1090335 in Books
- Published on: 2014-02-04
- Released on: 2014-02-04
- Original language: English
- Number of items: 1
- Dimensions: 8.14" h x 1.01" w x 6.06" l, .68 pounds
- Binding: Paperback
- 368 pages
Review
"Richler’s third novel explores emotional devastation that lasts generations, delivering a powerful punch."―Publishers Weekly
"Beautifully written... a narrative that speaks so astutely to the unspeakable losses inherent in the human condition."―The New York Times
"An elegant, ambitious, accomplished new work."―The Globe and Mail
"Here Richler’s strengths are at their height. She employs a vivid lyricism that interweaves psychological and geographical landscapes."―The National Post
About the Author
NANCY RICHLER's short fiction has been published in various American and Canadian literary journals, including The Fiddlehead, Room of One's Own, and The New Quarterly. Her previous novel, Your Mouth is Lovely, published in eleven countries, won the 2003 Canadian Jewish Book Award for fiction and Italy's 2004 Adei Wizo Award. She lives in Montreal.
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Imposter Bride, The
CHAPTER 1
In a small room off a banquet hall in Montreal, Lily Kramer sat in silence with her new husband. It was summer and the room was hot. There were no windows and no door, only a curtain beyond which the guests--almost none of whom she knew--washed down sponge cake and herring with shots of schnapps and vodka. Lily and her husband sat on either end of the couch on which she assumed they were meant to consummate their marriage.In front of the couch was a table laid with fruit and hard-boiled eggs. Her husband picked up a plum and rolled it in the palm of his hand. His name was Nathan and she had known him for a week. It was his brother, Sol, she had been meant to marry, a man she had corresponded with but hadn't met, who had caught one glimpse of her as she disembarked at the station and decided he wouldn't have her. Lily watched Nathan roll the plum in his hand and wondered what his brother had seen in her that made him turn away.Nathan picked up a knife and began scoring the skin of the plum into sections. They had not yet touched, not even a brush of hand or lip upon becoming husband and wife. She could still count the number of glances they had exchanged, the first when she'd sat on the couch at the house where she was staying, so ashamed by the rejection at the station that she'd had to struggle to meet his gaze while he apologized on behalf of his brother and entire family."Your brother cannot even apologize on his own behalf?" she asked. She was surprised by her shame. Disappointed. She had no time to waste--no strength--on a man who fled at the mere sight of a woman. Or so she would have thought."Not even that," Nathan replied."No great loss, then," she said, forcing a lightness she didn't feel into her voice. She had crossed two oceans to marry this Sol. She had nothing and no one to return to."The loss is his," Nathan said quietly.She had thought he would leave then, beat a hasty retreat from his brother's misdemeanour, but he didn't. He remained standing before her, shifting his weight from foot to foot."Would you like to sit down?" she asked finally.His eyes were warm and brown; there was no pity in them. And he seemed to like what he saw. Already there was heat in his gaze.He returned the next day to formalize their engagement. Why the rush? Lily wondered when he reappeared at the door. It was not as if she were fielding other offers, would be taken by another if he didn't quickly stake his claim. But then she knew, thought she knew. It was the rush of colour to her face when he had first entered the room, the lowered gaze that she'd had to force upwards, her chin raised in defiance of whatshe felt. He had returned to banish her shame. He brought witnesses and brandy--and the same heat in his gaze. He was a lucky man, Lily thought at that moment. His desire inclined him to acts of goodness."Do you speak English?" he asked her that day. They'd been speaking Yiddish until then."Ticket," she answered. "Bread. Cousin. Suitcase."Her English was good, near fluent, in fact. It was her anger at that moment that made her conceal it, sudden anger at his assumption that it was she who was the more ignorant of the two--she who spoke five languages and could get by in several others, who had smuggled lives across borders he wouldn't be able to find on a map. Rage, in fact, that it should have come down to this: if Nathan Kramer would have her, she would have him and be grateful. She, who had held all of life and death between her two hands before dying and washing up into this pale afterlife of her own existence."Freedom," she continued. "Buttons. Train.""Buttons?" he asked, smiling."Eisenbergs," she said, naming the family that was hosting her, Sol's employer, whose business was buttons."Yes, yes, I understand," Nathan said, still smiling.He knew she spoke English, had known from the expressions on her face as she'd followed his earlier conversation with the Eisenbergs--all in English. He had met greenhorns before, knew their nodding at wrong moments, their delayed smiles, awkward laughter, baffled eyes. There was none of that in her. She was tired, yes, after the long journey she had made, and certainly confused and distressed by his brother's behaviour at the station, but she was not a woman who didn't understand what was being said all around her. Sheunderstood perfectly. And yet pretended she didn't. That intrigued him.He had wanted her at once, had decided the moment he'd first stepped into the room. It was not her beauty that drew him. Not merely her beauty. He saw it, of course--how could one not? The fine bones of her face, the smoky blue eyes ... But it was the tension in her, a feral tension, part hunger, part fear. It was that which had quickened his blood, that--not her shame--which had made him return the next day with his witnesses and brandy. He had not expected to find such tension in the living room of Sam Eisenberg, the Button King of Montreal. He had met many girls already in the living rooms of Jewish Montreal. Nice girls and not-so-nice, intelligent girls, beautiful girls, wily, witty, hopeful girls, but this ... no, not this."Please," he said now, holding out a segment of the plum, the first exchange of their married life.He watched her--his new bride--as she took a bite of the fruit. Her eyes filled with tears."What?" he asked."Nothing." She shook her head, closed her eyes briefly. "It's a good plum, not too sweet."They had both fasted that day, in accordance with tradition. Should they have broken that fast on something else, Nathan wondered now, begun their marriage with a bite of egg, perhaps, symbolic of new life? A slice of melon, wholly sweet, without the tart edge of a plum?"It's many years since I tasted a plum like that," Lily said in her near-perfect English. She handed the remainder of the segment back to him, took a long drink of water, then held the glass against her cheek to cool her skin."It's warm," he said, and she agreed.She moved the glass to her other cheek, though it was no longer cool on her skin. Nathan handed her a napkin and she smiled her thanks as she wiped the sweat from her brow and upper lip. He had not seen her smile until then.
LILY AZEROV KRAMER. She was not who she said she was.No one really is, I suppose, but Lily's deception was more literal than most. Her name before ... she'd left it there, in that beaten village where the first Lily had died, freeing, among other things, an identity card to replace the one she'd discarded, an identity that could propel a future if someone would just step into it.Someone would, of course. The village was in Poland, 1944. Nothing went unused.And here are some of the things that that someone acquired when she stole the identity of a girl she hadn't known at all in life: the name, first of all, Lily Azerov; the identity card; a pair of woollen socks; a notebook filled with dreams and other scribblings; a single frosted stone.She pulled the socks over the threadbare ones she was already wearing. The identity card and notebook she stuffed inside the waistband of her trousers, but not before memorizing the only item of practical worth in the notebook's pages: Sonya Nemetz, Rehov Hayarkon 7, Tel Aviv. The stone, which she knew to be a diamond, she slipped inside her body.It was only then that she hesitated, only as she was ready to leave that something as strong as her will to survive overtook her. She knew she should flee. Every instinct prodded her to leave that village at once and make her way back to theforest, where she could wait until it was safe to start moving again. And then to move, to join the mass of refugees flooding west in the wake of the liberating army, to fold herself into that mass and begin the life that might, in time, become her own. Move, she told herself, as she had so many times over the past three years, her instincts always keeping her a few inches beyond death's grasp. But something other than instinct rose in her that day. She hesitated. Her eye lingered. Was it the angle of the dead girl's body, limbs slightly askew as her younger sister's had once been in sleep? A fragment of the girl's dreams that had floated up and entered her as she quickly leafed through the notebook? The shadow of the rat skittering, the smell of its next meal luring it closer?She stayed. She placed her open hand on the smooth, cold brow, passed it over sightless eyes--greyish blue like her own--and brought down the lids. The eyes would be covered. That was the least and most she felt she could do. She could bring down the lids of the eyes and hold them for a moment. This she did for the girl whose future she was stealing. And then she fled.
SOL KRAMER was among the guests at the wedding. The wedding that should have been his. Throughout the evening he could be seen toasting the bride and groom and lifting his brother high above his head in dancing more frenzied than joyous. His voice boomed louder than that of any other guest, his face shone with sweat."L'chaim," he shouted, downing shot after shot of whisky. He already regretted his decision.That was the sort of man Sol Kramer was. If he ate brown bread for breakfast, he later wished he'd eaten white. Didn't merely wish, spent good time wondering how his day would have gone, how much better he would have felt--his gut, his entire being--had he only eaten white bread instead of brown.The bride looked good to him now. There was a boldness in her expression that he hadn't noticed before, that hadn't been there, he could swear, when she first stepped off the train. She'd looked bewildered then, glancing...
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15 of 18 people found the following review helpful.
Missing too much
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This book is okay, but could have been much better. There is a basic rule of writing that states "Show, don't tell" and unfortunately, she takes it beyond its limits. There are scenes where I would have appreciated more insight, more conversation, more information of any kind. Instead, there are observations that don't further the story. This isn't really a spoiler - in one scene, there is almost no conversation or emotion, but it is a scene that is vital to the book. Rather than offering any illumination into the minds of the participants, trivialities are dwelled upon, such as an offer of tea and cake that aren't eaten. I don't mind using my imagination to fill in gaps, but I don't expect to have to mentally write the book, either. The plot premise is intriguing: a bride who isn't the woman she seems to be, a groom who rejects her, a brother stepping up to the plate, an abandoned husband and baby, and an enduring mystery, a legacy of unknowns to be researched. But it struck me as rather too dry and unenlightening. It isn't exactly a romance, but might have worked better as one (with some judicious editing and elaboration).
8 of 10 people found the following review helpful.
Motherhood
By Roger Brunyate
A young woman, Lily Azerov, arrives in Montreal after the Second World War, where a Jewish husband has been found for her. She marries, has a baby girl whom they name Ruth, and then when the baby is three months old, she vanishes out of their lives almost for ever, though resurfacing every few years to send Ruth some pretty stone she has picked up in Western Canada. Ruth's father, Nathan Kramer, misses the elegant and beautiful Lily but does not blame her, recognizing that there are some forms of damage that cannot be repaired, even in the most loving family. Nathan's brother Sol, who was originally intended to marry Lily, recognized this even earlier, impelled by some sudden instinct to flee her at the station, leaving it to his brother to take his place as husband.
For Lily is not who she says she is, merely the holder of an identity card she found on a dead girl in the confused months at the end of the War, together with a journal in Yiddish and an uncut diamond. Yes, the premise takes a bit of believing, especially as Lily comes into contact in Montreal with a cousin of the real Lily. But these were confused times when people would do almost anything to salvage something from the wreckage. "Lily" is presented sympathetically throughout; we sense there is little culpable in her behavior.
On these foundations, Nancy Richler goes on to build a warm and remarkably rounded novel -- one about survivors' trauma, yes, but also about families in general and motherhood in particular. Ruth, in effect, has many mothers. One, of course, is her birth mother, who increasingly occupies her curiosity, as she tries to find out not only about the dead Lily but also about the woman who took her name. After she left, Ruth grew up surrounded by three powerful women: her grandmother Bella, her great aunt by marriage Ida Pearl (cousin of the real Lily Azerov), and Ida's daughter Elka, who marries Sol. It seems more complex in summary than it is in fact. As the book follows Ruth from her sixth birthday up to marriage and motherhood of her own, with numerous flashbacks to Lily's first year in Montreal, the impression is rather of a mutually supportive family group, built on false pretences perhaps, but rising above them to make something enduring and strong.
Canada is a country that has long welcomed refugees, and post-Holocaust literature seems a frequent theme, whether in the two best-sellers by Anne Michaels (FUGITIVE PIECES and THE WINTER VAULT) or in lesser-known books such as THE WHITE SPACE IN BETWEEN by Amy Sands Brodoff. I preferred Richler's book to any of these, though she does not attempt Michaels' scale. But the book that I thought of most often (also by a woman, though an American one) was Nicole Krauss' THE HISTORY OF LOVE -- and that comparison is high praise indeed.
3 of 3 people found the following review helpful.
Interesting Premise; Good Secondary Characters ...
By delicateflower152
An imposter is one who assumes the identity of another; in Nancy Richler's novel "The Imposter Bride", the protagonist "Lily Azerov" is that imposter. As did some other Holocaust survivors in post-World War II Europe, this young woman assumes the identity of another. Taking identification papers and a journal from a corpse, she assumes the life of Lily Azerov. This mysterious young woman eventually arrives in Canada to enter into an arranged marriage; her groom-to-be, Sol Kramer, rejects her at the train station. Her subsequent marriage to his brother, Nathan, and eventual abandonment of her husband and infant daughter form the basis for the remainder of the novel's story.
"The Imposter Bride" begins with an interesting premise, but overall Nancy Richter's novel does not live up to its initial promise. The book's more compelling sections are followed by less interesting, less gripping narratives that resulted in a letdown. The characters, with few exceptions, lack appeal. Set in mid-20th century Canada, the book's overall tone and the characters' attitudes seemed more similar those of the early 20th century. While the majority of the characters are immigrants or first-generation Canadians, the atmosphere created within the novel is decidedly "old-fashioned."
Ruth Kramer, Lily and Sol Kramer's daughter, was a character who failed to fully develop. Her desires, ambition, and sense of self seemed to disappear as she reached adulthood; she became boring. Even though the portions of "The Imposter Bride" involving Ruth were written in the first person, they never seemed intimate or personal.
Nevertheless, "The Imposter Bride" did hold some more engaging narratives. Two secondary characters - Ida Pearl Krakauer and Bella Kramer - were the most interesting individuals presented to readers. Their back stories, which were parsed out throughout "The Imposter Bride", were fascinating. That the two single mothers survived and raised children during an era when few women did so demonstrated the strength each possessed. The hints at their past lives piqued my interest and made me long for greater depth and detail when portions of their stories were discussed.
"The Imposter Bride" deserves 3.5 stars; portions are better than the average novel, but not so compelling as to cause me to really like the book. It is a novel that is easy-to-read and somewhat interesting, but one that is less than memorable.
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