From the Author:
Writing A Damaged Mirror was a path toward healing - both physical and spiritual. Ovadya's story had been a part of my inner world for so long that it was eating me out from within, begging to be told. Once started, the process took on a momentum of its own, consuming six years of almost full-time engagement.
It is a story of recovery from trauma, of guilt and atonement, of the preservation of memory.... But most of all, it is a story of God-wrestling in the timeless tradition of Ya'akov's wrestling match with an un-named and un-namable entity on the banks of the Yabbok river. We've all crossed that river at one time or another, and most of us have wished we had some name to give to what we faced there. But, like Ya'akov's opponent, the apparition vanishes in the light of reason, leaving us both wounded and blessed...and forever changed.
My own experience forms part of the story, but the main voice is Ovadya's from beginning to end. His was the story that needed to be told, and his voice best conveys what it's like to live with traumatic memory, with its odd juxtapositions of past and future. That sense comes through in the very language that Ovadya uses to describe his experience. He begins to tell and suddenly "was" gives way to "is"; "there" becomes "here".
There is no way out of that loop, other than through it and out the other side. For Ovadya, this meant taking his case to a rabbi to judge, and the story of what happened as a result forms the bulk of the book.
That search for justice and atonement was his path to healing. Telling his story was mine.
From the Back Cover:
Where does grief go when it cannot be told?An embittered holocaust survivor cannot speak of what he was forced to do to survive the horrors of Birkenau. A young girl in Texas is haunted by a memory of something she could not have lived. Their meeting will bring them face to face with themselves, and with the hope that lies on the other side of despair. "We know now where grief untold goes: it goes on to haunt future generations. It gets left behind on the grating; it passes unscathed through temperatures that can melt iron and reduce human bone to ash. And somewhere far removed in space and decades into the future, a stranger wakes out of a sound sleep with an inexplicable nightmare and a despair so deep as to negate life itself."
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