I lean towards stories about art and memory. 'The Portrait' by (author varies—maybe thinking of 'The Portrait of a Lady'? No). Actually, 'The Pictures of the Past' by (I'm blanking on the author, sorry) is about a granddaughter restoring a painting that reveals her grandfather's hidden past in WWII. Hmm, that might not be the exact title. The trope is common: art revealing hidden Holocaust family histories. If anyone knows the book I'm fumbling for, chime in!
I'm just sitting here reading all these suggestions and adding about twenty books to my 'to-read' list. My wallet is going to hate me, but my bookshelf will be happy. Keep 'em coming!
I'd add 'The Dressmaker's Gift' by Fiona Valpy to the list. It's a dual-timeline novel where a modern granddaughter discovers her grandmother's secret past in the French Resistance and Ravensbrück. The historical thread is very much about the bonds between three seamstress roommates in Paris, who become a chosen family, and how they protect each other.
While it involves resistance work, the atrocities of the camp and the impact on their families are central. It’s a lighter read than some, maybe more commercial, but it definitely uses the family mystery frame to explore Holocaust history.
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