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In print May 2017

The Fortress

The occupation has not made much of a difference in Alix’s life. Her father has seen to it that she grow up, unaware but safe in her tiny village under the cliffs of the Vercors. All around her he has built a fortress whose walls he defends-until the 27th of April, 1944. That day he makes a stupid mistake up on the edge of the cliff, and the walls come crashing down. The war breaks into Alix’s life with unrelenting violence, unforeseen possibilities. Whom then on, every decision she makes will mean life and death.

 

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The Montrevel castle

Historical Background

The Vercors is a vast system of mountains ringed with cliffs, a natural fortress that can only be accessed through narrow canyons. Its reputed impregnability is at the  core of the Plan des Montagnards, a brilliant but risky offensive operation scheduled to coincide with Overlord, the landing in Normandie, and Anvil, the landing on the Mediterranean coast.

Where Eusèbe fell

It started with a handful of men fighting the elements more than the enemy, and culminated with the Battle of the Vercors in the Summer of 1944, when the Maquis du Vercors, the first Free republic of the new France, was annihilated after three weeks of desperate combat. For the whole story, read Tears of Glory, by Michael Pearson.

 

 

Personal Background

The story is based in part on events that took place where I grew up, at Malleval-en-Vercors. In the icy hours of a January dawn, 1944, Malleval was encircled by the Wehrmacht, and torched, its Maquis destroyed, and many civilians murdered and deported. Accused of leading the Germans to the village, my three uncles were condemned to death after the liberation, a sentence later commuted to forced labor and National disgrace. Forever branded as collaborators, they went into hiding, leaving my family with a legacy of shame and murder that persists to this day.

IMG_2474Hans Rieder’s castle of MontVinay

Despite the threats and attempts on his life, my very stubborn father who had fought the Battle of France and was twice decorated for bravery, decided to stay. And because no one was going to run him away from his childhood home, I was born on the wrong side of glory, wondering about the terrible forces that drive some men to betrayal, and others to the ultimate sacrifice