fROM nEW yORK tIMES BESTSELLING AUTHOR ANDREW GROSS COMES A RIVETING, EMOTIONAL THRILLER THAT NO FAN OF WORLD WAR II FICTION WILL WANT TO MISS…
American Intelligence lieutenant Nathan Blum routinely decodes messages from occupied Poland. Having escaped the Krakow ghetto as a teenager, Nathan longs to do more for his new country in the war. But never did he expect the proposal he receives: to sneak into the most guarded place on Earththe notorious Nazi concentration camp at Auschwitzto find and escape with renowned physicist Alfred Mendl, the one man whom the Allies believe can help them win the war.
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The barking of the dogs was closing in on them, not far behind now.
The two men clawed through the dense Polish forest at night, clinging to the banks of the Vistula, only miles from Slovakia. Their withered bodies cried out from exhaustion, on the edge of giving out. The clothing they wore was tattered and filthy; their ill-fitting clogs, useless in the thick woods, had long been tossed aside, and they stank, more like hunted animals than men.
But now the chase was finally over.
"Sie sind hier!" they heard the shouts in German behind them. This way!
For three days and nights they had buried themselves in the woodpiles outside the camp's perimeter wire. Camouflaging their scents from the dogs with a mixture of tobacco and kerosene. Hearing the guards' bootsteps go past, only inches away from being discovered and dragged back to the kind of death no man could easily contemplate, even in there.
Then, the third night, they clawed their way out under the cover of darkness. They traveled only at night, stealing whatever scraps of food they could find on the farms they came upon. Turnips. Raw potatoes. Squash. Which they gnawed at like starving animals. Whatever it was, it was better than the rancid swill they'd been kept barely alive on these past two years. They threw up, their bodies unaccustomed to anything solid. Yesterday, Alfred had turned his ankle and now tried to carry on with a disabling limp.
But someone had spotted them. Only a couple of hundred yards behind, they heard the dogs, the shouts in German, growing louder.
"Hier entlang!" Over here!
"Alfred, come on, quick!" the younger one exhorted his friend. "We have to keep going."
"I can't. I can't." Suddenly the limping man tripped and tumbled down the embankment, his feet bloody and raw. He just sat there on the edge of exhaustion. "I'm done." They heard the shouts again, this time even closer. "What's the use? It's over." The resignation in his voice confirmed what they both knew in their hearts: that it was lost. That they were beaten. They had come all this way but now had only minutes before their pursuers would be upon them.
"Alfred, we have to keep moving," his friend urged him on. He ran down the slope and tried to lift his fellow escapee, who even in his weakened condition felt like a dead weight.
"Rudolf, I can't. It's no use." The injured man just sat there, spent. "You go on. Here —" He handed his friend the pouch he'd been carrying. The proof they needed to get out. Columns of names. Dates. Maps. Incontrovertible proof of the unspeakable crimes the world needed to see. "Go! I'll tell them I left you hours ago. You'll have some time."
"No." Rudolf lifted him up. "Did you not vow not to die back there in that hell, just to let yourself die here ...?"
He saw it in his friend's eyes. What he'd seen in hundreds of other sets of eyes back at the camp, when they'd given up for good. A thousand.
Sometimes death is just simpler than continuing to fight.
Alfred lay there, breathing heavily, almost smiling. "Now go."
From the woods, only yards away, they heard a click. The sound of a rifle being cocked.
It's over, they both realized at once. They'd been found. Their hearts leaped up with fear.
Out of the darkness, two men stepped forward. Both dressed in civilian garb, with rifles, their faces gritty and smeared with soot. It was clear they weren't soldiers. Maybe just local farmers. Maybe the very ones who had turned them in.
"Resistance?" Rudolf asked, a last ember of hope flickering in his eyes.
For a second, the two said nothing. One merely cocked his gun. Then the larger one, bearded, in a rumpled hunting cap, nodded.
"Then help us, please!" Rudolf pleaded in Polish. "We're from the camp."
"The camp?" The man looked at their striped uniforms without understanding.
"Look!" Rudolf held out his arms. He showed them the numbers burned into them. "Auschwitz."
The barking of the dogs was almost on them now. Only meters away. The man in the cap glanced toward the sound and nodded. "Take your friend. Follow me."CHAPTER 2
This was the first time he'd been asked to sit in with such esteemed company, and Captain Peter Strauss hoped, after what he had to propose, it wouldn't be the last.
It was a drizzly Monday eve, and the mood around the table inside the Oval Office of the White House was as somber as the leaden skies outside. News of the two escapees, Rudolf Vrba and Alfred Wetzler, had reached President Roosevelt's inner circle within days of them making it across the Polish border to Slovakia.
As one of Bill Donovan's youngest, but chief, OSS operations officers and a Jew himself, Strauss knew that suspicions of Nazi extermination camps — not just forced labor camps — went as far back as 1942, when reports filtered out from European Jewish groups of some 100,000 Jews forced from the ghettos in Warsaw and Lodz and likely killed. But the firsthand accounts from the two Auschwitz escapees, strengthened by actual documents they brought with them from the camp's administrative offices listing names, numbers, and the factory-like process of mass liquidation, gave credence to everyone's worst fears.
Around the oval table, Roosevelt; his secretary of war, Henry Stimson; Treasury Secretary Robert Morgenthau; William Donovan, his chief spymaster and head of the Office of Strategic Services; and Donovan's aide, Captain Peter Strauss, pored over the grim report and pondered just what it meant. Even more troubling were the escapees' claims that the death camp was rapidly expanding and that the pace of the exterminations, by mass gassing, had increased. Thousands upon thousands were being systematically wiped out each week.
"And this is only one of many such places of death," Morgenthau, a Jew as well, and whose prominent New York banking family had seen that the escapees' firsthand accounts got into the president's hands, uttered grimly. "Reports suggest there are dozens more. Entire families are being sent to the gas chambers as soon as they arrive. Towns."
"And our options are what, gentlemen?" A disheartened FDR looked around the table. A third, bloody year at war, worry of the upcoming invasion, the decision to run for a fourth term, and the advance of his crippling disease had all taken their toll on him but did not diminish the fight in his voice. "We can't just sit back and allow these unconscionable acts to continue."
"The Jewish Congress and the World Refugee Board are imploring us to bomb the camp," the treasury secretary advised him. "We cannot simply sit on our hands any longer."
"Which will accomplish what, exactly?" Henry Stimson, who had served in the administrations of two presidents prior to FDR and who had come out of public retirement to run the country's war effort, asked. "Except to kill a lot of innocent prisoners ourselves. Our bombers can barely make it all the way there and back with a full payload. We'd suffer considerable losses. And we all know we need every one of those aircraft for what's coming up."
It was May 1944, and word had leaked even to Strauss's level of the final preparations under way for the forthcoming invasion of Europe.
"Then at least we can disrupt their plans and bomb the railway tracks," Morgenthau pleaded, desperate to convince the president to take action. "The prisoners are brought there on sealed trains. That would at least slow down the pace of the exterminations."
"Bombers flying all over Europe at night ... Making precision strikes on rail tracks? And as you say, there are many such camps?" Stimson registered his skepticism. "I believe the best thing we can do for these poor people, Mr. President, is to get to them and liberate them as swiftly as possible. Not by sponsoring any ill-conceived raids. That's my view."
The president drew in a breath and took off his wire glasses, the deep channels around his eyes reflecting the pallid cast of a conflicted man. Many of his closest friends were Jews and had urged action. His administration had brought more Jews into the government than any before it. And, as a humane and compassionate being, always seeking to give hope and rise to the common man, he was more repelled by the report of the atrocities he'd just read through than by any that had crossed his desk in the war, even more than the tragic losses of American lives on the beaches in the Pacific or the loss of troops at sea on their way to England.
Yet as a realist, Roosevelt knew his secretary of war was right. Too much lay ahead, and all of it far too important. Plus, the anti-Jewish lobby was still a strong one in the country, and reports of soldiers lost predominantly trying to save Jewish lives would not go well as he sought to gain a fourth term. "Bob, I know how hard this is for you." He put his hand on the treasury secretary's shoulder. "It's hard for all of us, to be sure. Which brings us to the reason we are all here tonight, gentlemen. Our special project. What's it called, 'Catfish'?" He turned toward the head of the OSS, Colonel Donovan. "Tell me, Bill, do we have any real hope that this project is still alive?"
"Catfish" was the name known only to a very few for the undercover operation Strauss was in charge of to smuggle a particular individual out of Europe. A Polish Jew, whom FDR's people claimed was vital to the war effort.
As far back as 1942, it had been discovered that bearers of certain Latin American identity papers were awarded special treatment in Warsaw. For several months, hundreds of Polish and Dutch Jews were issued counterfeit papers from Paraguay and El Salvador to gain exit from Europe. Many had made their way to northern France, where they were interned at a detention center in the village of Vittel, while their cases were gone over by skeptical German officials. As doubtful as the Nazis were about the origin of these papers, they could not afford to upset these neutral Latin American countries, whose authoritarian rulers were, in fact, sympathetic to their cause. How these particular refugees were able to acquire these papers, purchased secretly through anti-Nazi emissaries in the Paraguayan and Salvadoran embassies in Bern, as well as their dubious provenance, was always clouded. What also remained unclear was how contacts friendly to the United States had been able to get them into the hands of the very subject and his family (aka "Catfish") they were attempting to smuggle out. For a while, the prospects looked hopeful. Twice, transport out of Europe had been arranged, via Holland and France. Yet each time the Germans blocked their exit. Then, just three months ago, an informer from Warsaw had blown the papers' suspect origins wide open, and now the fates of all the Vittel Jews, including the one they so desperately wanted, were completely up in the air.
"I'm afraid we've hit a snag, Mr. President," Donovan said. "We don't know for certain if he's even there."
"Or if he is, if he's even still alive ..." Secretary of War Stimson added. "Our intelligence on the matter has all gone dark."
The emissaries who had passed along the documents had been arrested and were now in Nazi jails.
"So I'm told we still need this man. At all costs." The president turned to his secretary of war. "Is this still true?"
"Like no other." Stimson nodded. "We were close in Rotterdam. There was even transport booked. Now ..." He shook his head somberly, then took his pen and pointed to a tiny spot on the map of Europe that was on a stand next to the conference table.
A place called Oswiecim. In Poland.
"Oswiecim?" Roosevelt put back on his glasses.
"Oswiecim is the Polish name for Auschwitz, Mr. President," the secretary of war said. "Which, in light of the report we've all just read, is why we're here."
"I see." The president nodded. "So now he's one of five million faceless Jews, forced out of their homes against their will, without papers or identity?"
"And to what fate, we do not know ..." Secretary of the Treasury Morgenthau shook his head gravely.
"It's all our fates that are in the balance, gentlemen." Roosevelt pushed his wheelchair back from the table. "So you're here to tell me we've done everything we can to find this man and get him out. And now it's lost. We've lost."
He went around the table. For a moment, no one replied.
"Perhaps not completely lost, Mr. President." The OSS chief leaned forward. "My colleague Captain Strauss has looked at the situation closely. And he believes there might be one last way ..."
"A last way?" The tired president's gaze fell on the young aide.
"Yes, Mr. President."
The captain appeared around thirty, slightly balding already, and a graduate of Columbia Law School. A smart cookie, Roosevelt had been told. "All right, son, you've got my attention," the president said.
Strauss cleared his throat and glanced one more time at his boss. He opened his folder.
"Go on." Donovan nodded to him. "Tell him your plan."CHAPTER 3
JANUARY, FOUR MONTHS EARLIER
THE VITTEL DETENTION CENTER, OCCUPIED FRANCE
"Papa, Papa, wake up! They're here!"
The shrill of whistles knifed through the frigid morning air. Dr. Alfred Mendl awoke in his narrow bunk, his arm wrapped around his wife, Marte, protecting her from the January cold. Their daughter, Lucy, stood over them, both nervous and excited. She'd been at the blanket-covered window of the cramped room that was fit at most for four, but which they now shared with fourteen others. This was no place for a girl to pass her twenty-second birthday, as she had just the night before. Huddled on lice-infested mattresses, sleeping amid their haphazard suitcases and meager belongings, everyone slowly stirred out of their blankets and greatcoats with the anticipation that something clearly was up.
"Papa, look now!"
On the landing outside, the French milice were going room to room, banging on doors with their batons. "Get up! Out of bed, you lazy Jews. All those holding foreign passports, take your things and come down. You're leaving!"
Alfred's heart leaped. After eight hard months, was this finally the time?
He jumped out of bed, still dressed in his rumpled tweed pants and woolen undershirt, all that kept him warm. They had all slept in their warmest clothes most every night for months now, washing them whenever they could. He nearly tripped over the family stretched out on the floor next to them. They rotated the sleeping arrangements a month at a time.
"Everyone holding foreign passports packed and out!" a black-clad policeman threw open the door and instructed them.
"Marte, get up! Throw everything together. Maybe today is the day!" he said to his wife with a feeling of hopefulness. Hope that had been dashed many times over the past year.
Everyone in the room was murmuring, slowly coming to life. Light barely crept through the blanket-covered sills. Vittel was a detention camp in the northeast corner of France, actually four six-story hotels that formed a ring around a large courtyard, not exactly "four stars," so the joke went, as it was all surrounded by three rows of barbed wire manned by German patrols. Thousands were held there — political prisoners, citizens of neutral or enemy countries whom the Germans were hoping to exchange — although the Jews, mostly of Polish and Dutch descent, whose fate was being decided by Berlin, were kept together on the same ward. The French policeman who entered their room stepped between the rustling bodies, prodding people along with his stick. "Didn't you hear me? All of you, up, packed. Quick, quick! Why are you dallying? You're shipping out."
Those who were slow to move, he nudged sharply with his stick and kicked open their suitcases that were strewn on the floor.
"Where are we going?" people questioned in various languages and accents: Polish, Yiddish, and awkward French, everyone scurrying to get their things together.
"You'll see. Just get yourself moving. That's my only job. And take your papers. You'll find out downstairs."
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It is said that those who choose to ignore the past are destined to repeat it. This is an important novel that brings to life the horrors of the Holocaust in a deeply personal way. Andrew Gross is an indisputable master of the thriller genre, but in The One Man, he proves that he is much, much more than an entertaining novelist. He has written an immensely important book that seamlessly blends together historical fact and fiction in a way that is literally mesmerizing. As a dedicated student of this period of history, who years ago had the chilling and still haunting opportunity to tour Auschwitz, I found this book to be flawless. Not only does Gross tell an amazing thriller tale, but he does it in a way that teaches us more than we may want to know about one of the most horrifying periods of world history. I was unable to put this book down and it has remained with me now for weeks. Everyone should read this book. Everyone.
I received an ARC of The One Man by Andrew Gross for review. To sum up before I start: WOW! WHAT A BOOK! It is so good that I wrote it in as my vote for book of the year on Goodreads.com. Most who read my reviews know I am not given to hyperbole, but this book is awesome. It is not an easy read in that it deals with a very gruesome topic; the Nazi death camps of WWII. I don't generally read books of this type because, I know that what happened in these camps was one of the great examples of mans inhumanity to man (to put it into sanitized language) and I don't really need to spend time there in my reading. More real is that it represents the most horrific evil most people can imagine. Enough commentary, back to the book. With The One Man, Andrew Gross has written a story of history, action, despair, cruelty, love and honor. In his authors note, Gross explains how the book is fiction yet based on true events and people. Even the knowledge of this after the fact, did not change the effect the book had on me; I was that moved. Not having experienced any such place, nor talking with anyone who has (I met a woman once who had a number tattooed on her forearm. She admitted it was from a concentration camp, but wouldn't talk any more about it), I can't speak to the accuracy of the account of life in Auschwitz, but the images of horror presented, burn those images into the readers mind. Our hero (faint praise) Nathan, a Polish Jew, infiltrates Auschwitz to rescue a physicist. Okay, that is the main story line. The stories that intertwine are incredibly moving. The ideals of honor, and love are so well developed, they just blew me away. There is political intrigue, military action, espionage, even a little sex. You should read The One Man for yourself to see how it all works out, I think you'll be surprised. Gross's characters are very well developed, even the Germans are portrayed (for the most part) as humans, some conflicted about their actions. Not to say the author lets them off easy, but I didn't read the story as anti-German or even pro-Jew. It is a tale of honor in a time where to abandon ones personal honor would be the easy way to go. At its core The One Man is a story of family honor and is decidedly uplifting in the final analysis (deep, huh?). But seriously; If you are up for a powerful story that will move you emotionally (it sure did me), I strongly recommend The One Man by Andrew Gross. You won't be disappointed. Even though it may sound a little strange, I still close with; Enjoy! Mike
The One Man is one of the best books I have read this year or in fact in a long time! Andrew Gross knows how to create fascinating characters, storyline, and how to combine real life with the fictitious. This book kept me spellbound and I couldn't turn the pages fast enough to discover what the main characters would do next. The story moved along interspersed with action, deep sadness and the atrocities of war, some of which was real, much to this reader's chagrin. It was difficult to comprehend what the Jews had to endure during WWII and the unconscionable things that happen to these poor people. The author had to do an incredible amount of research in order to complete this book and make it believable. He combined his extensive research along with stories from holocaust survivors to make it an exceptional book. I can see this as a future movie in the making. I will definitely look for more books from this wonderful author.
Absolutely gripping story! Excellent plot and character development. This is among the top 5 books I have read this year.... I highly recommend it.
If you have ever read any books written by Andrew Gross and thought you had him pegged, think again. This historical thriller was not what I would have expected. It is an amazing read that kept me turning the pages except when I had to put it down to get a handle on my emotions. The One Man is set during WWII mainly in Auschwitz. The United States is on a mission to save Dr. Alfred Mendl, a Jewish Pole who just happens to be an electromagnetic physics professor who is a resident of Auschwitz. They are convinced that what he knows will knock at least six months off the race to create the atomic bomb (and win the war). They are considering the unthinkable, sending someone to break into Auschwitz to get Mendl out. Nathan Blum escaped from the Polish ghetto in Krakow a few years earlier and when he arrived in the U.S. he joined the army. He always felt guilty about leaving his parents and sister behind, even though it was their request. He learned that they were killed in the ghetto in retribution for the killing of a Gestapo officer. He is currently working at a desk job as an Intelligence Officer in the United States Army, but has made no secret of the fact that he wanted to do more. Because he speaks Polish and German, he was approached to take on the top secret mission. Blum agrees to break into Auschwitz to rescue Mendl and bring him back to the United States. The story that Andrew Gross has written is mesmerizing. It is exciting, creative, emotional and moves very quickly. This is not a memoir, but the descriptions of life in the camp are gut-wrenching and similar to many I have read in other books. The ending of this book had me tearing up, it was a totally unexpected ending, but once I read it, it was very fitting. I definitely recommend this book! If you like historical fiction, you will enjoy this book. If you like reading about WWII, you will like this book. If you enjoy a good thriller/suspenseful read, you will like this book. The publisher generously provided me with a copy of this book via Netgalley. This did not affect my review in any way.
This was a different kind of story. One that I really could not have imagined. I have read quite a few books written or co-written by Andrew Gross so I thought that I knew what to expect when I picked up this book but I was completely wrong. This book was so much more. I would have never even dreamed that a fictional mission set in such a vivid and horrible historical event could have even worked...but it did. This story is set during World War II with the majority of the book taking place inside Auschwitz. Despite the fact that this was a fictionalized story, there were parts of this book that were hard to read because of how realistic it was. There were moments in the book that honestly made my heart hurt. I thought that the parts of the story where we were really in the head of Alfred were some of the most powerful and emotional. Nathan Blum is a Jewish man who left Poland and now lives in the United States. He has been working in military intelligence but he is offered a very dangerous mission. The military wants him to go into Auschwitz and escape with one very important man. He agrees even though the odds are completely against him. Nathan proves to be not only incredibly brave but also very resourceful as he proceeds with his mission. Alfred has no idea that anyone may be trying to help him escape. He does know that he has very important knowledge that needs to be shared with the world. He meets a younger prisoner, Leo, who he feels is capable of learning and sharing this information when he is gone. The men form a bond as they spend time with each other and we do spend time with each of them at the camp. This was one of those stories that I really wasn't sure how things would end. I was really nervous as Nathan tried to complete his task at the camp. So many things could go wrong and they often did. There were a few complications and twists that I didn't see coming. This ended up being a heartbreaking and exciting story. I would recommend this book to others. I think that Andrew Gross did a fantastic job of creating a exciting mission inside of a well known historical event. I have enjoyed his work in the past but with this book, I think he has moved on to a whole new level. I look forward to reading more of his work in the future. I received an advance review copy of this book from St. Martin's Press - Minotaur Books via NetGalley for the purpose of providing an honest review.
Superlatives are often loosely thrown around when it comes to appraising a novel. In the case of THE ONE MAN by Andrew Gross, all the superlatives that occur to me are more than well deserved. Haunting. Suspenseful. Gripping. Soulful. Thoughtful. So thoughtful. A must read. I really didn’t want to put it down. Even when I finished it. Both a historical and a thriller novel, THE ONE MAN is about hell on earth, perhaps only a fictional one, but so closely tied to the real one on which it’s predicated. It’s about consummate good contrasted with consummate evil. In the end, it about family. And what really counts. Both in and beyond the novel. Both yesterday and today. In reading THE ONE MAN, there are no less than three male characters who could be considered . . . the “one” man. Take your pick, for your own reasons. There are also two female characters themselves equally extraordinary. And then there’s Andrew Gross. For recognizing what’s important and choosing to tell this story, and as well as he has, he might just be . . . THE ONE MAN.
Andrew Gross didn't take a leap into his first attempt at the historical fiction genre, he took a grand, exquisite dive! His exceptional heart wrenching story of The One Man, is gripping and heartfelt as it introduces you to Alfred Mendl a Jewish physicist and his precious wife Marte and their daughter Lucy. Alfred and his family are in a detention camp in France. With a loud cry and banging on their door they are told to get up and get out! It's time! When the french policemen enter their room and they ask, "Where are we going?" they are told "You'll see!" The journey that follows is a soulful, tearful and heart pounding ride, as this family is led to an extremely dangerous and deadly place. Alfred Mendl, is brilliant and holds the key to some powerful knowledge that could change the war. Nathan Blum, is the lieutenant asked by the OSS to get him safely out of a death camp. As usual, Andrew Gross took me into the very soul of each well thought out and deep character. You will not only root for these people, you will fall in love with them. This is a story based on persecution, endurance and extreme bravery. Andrew manages to take the reader through each devastating hurdle with the exciting edge of someone not new to this genre, but with the skill of a master who has done this for a long time. Bravo Andrew Gross!! I am more than impressed. No matter what genre you love, you will love The One Man.
I have read everyone of Andrew Gross's books and they were all excellent. This one is outstanding and should be made into a MOVIE.
As most of you know, WWII is one of my favorite time periods. So, this book had me hooked from the very first. The majority of this book takes place inside Auschwitz, which is harrowing enough. Then add Nathan’s mission, sneaking into Auschwitz to rescue a professor, and you have a tale which is agonizing and chilling! There were many places I literally had to put the book down and breathe a second. The suspense which runs rampant throughout the novel kept me in knots. To say it is intense is an understatement. It is technical in many places, especially when the professor is trying to save his work in a very usual manner. This did not take away from the read at all. It added to the understanding of the mission and the terrifying way the prisoners of the death camps were forced to live. I am not one to give away a spoiler and I really want to with this book. There are so many twists and turns it is hard not to give something away. I think this is one of the best books by Andrew Gross I have ever read. I received this novel from Netgalley for a honest review
This was my first book with Andrew Gross as the only writer. The other one or ones, he co-wrote with James Patterson. I have to tell you, my anxiety medicine was working double overtime. What an excellent book this was. I was mesmerized from the very beginning and the fascination never ended. As a matter of fact, if there were more pages, I would still be intrigued. I love WWII stories and this one certainly fit the bill. Who breaks into a concentration camp? I mean seriously. This was a very well written story with great characters who you either loved or hated depending on who your talking about. What a horrible, horrible time and what a GREAT story this was that came out of that time. I seriously didn't know that two people actually escaped, so educational as well! I missed watching last night's Olympics (thankfully they are recorded) because I just could not put this book down. It was riveting and had my heart beating like 300 beats a minute (okay maybe a little exaggeration - but you get my meaning) and I carried my Ipad with my face stuck in it for hours, not wanting to put it down. I loved this story! Huge thanks to St. Martin's Press for approving my request and to Net Galley for providing me with a free e-galley in exchange for an honest review.
Made this history bi uff cry
When an innocent pet cat is shot to prove ones ability to kill that was enough for me Not recommended