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Review of Shadows on the Tundra by Dalia Grinkeviciute, translated by Delija Valiukenas


This is the memoirs of the first year or so of when the author, her mother and brother were part of the mass deportations of Stalin's Soviet Union from Lithuania to a gulag inside the Arctic Circle on the Leptev Sea. (There is a map at the start of the book showing the journey). She was 14 at the time


This isn't an easy read, this is full of hardship and struggle through very difficult situation. However, while not easy, I think it was an excellent read and Grinkeviciute does a great job in making the reader aware of the difficulties that she and all the others that were deported faced. Grinkevicuite does a great job in recounting and describing the brutalities and hardships faced by them in first trying to set up the shelters and the fish processing plant, trying to keep warm, dealing with illness and the everlasting struggle present throughout the book of trying to stay alive


The book, published by the excellent Peirene Press, includes photos of Dalia and her family with other though in black and white


I think this an excellent read.


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