Our guest today didn't have a
fascinating life; he had many. Constantly changing names
and circumstances, he lived through war, famine,
persecution and bitter loneliness to taste artistic and
romantic fulfillment even while dealing with the worst
imaginable trauma. With help from writer Jeff Beal, his
true story is never predictable and always fascinating.
It is a breathtaking true account of a life so
extraordinary, it reads like fiction. It's an inspiring
journey of transformation, from harrowing holocaust
survival to triumph in foreign lands, and the conquest
of a passionate love that spans four continents and as
many distinct identities. Taking us on this odyssey and
marvel is a remarkable human spirit. When we finish this
interview I want you to ask yourself, would you survive?
How would you live with the memories of desperation and
destruction? Our guest today is Ivan Gabor and the book
we will be talking about today is called “Echoes of My
Footsteps: An Autobiography”
Gabor’s youth won’t surprise World
War II buffs—but his unique literary consciousness
immediately sings through the din. Born Jewish in
idyllic middle-class circumstances in Hungary, the
author’s life is changed forever with the heinous advent
of the Nazis. He and his mother are placed at the end of
a firing line but are saved at the last moment from the
spray of bullets when the firing squad is called away.
Gabor doesn’t call it a miracle, and he doesn’t call it
fate. The author finds only one word in the lexicon that
can reference his relationship with the
universe—surreal. He returns to this metaphor often. For
Gabor, history, trauma and love are mere players in the
drama of a life, juxtapositions that are at times
beautiful and often horrible. Staying away from queasy
moralizing, the author doesn’t fit his adventures in the
Israeli defense force and his career as a clothier into
a sensible showpiece displaying perseverance and faith.
Rather, he sees his life as an encounter with the brutal
and the beautiful, the real and the illusory, the
senseless and the sensuous. Both brazen adventurer and
historical pawn, Gabor reinvents the stoic postwar
consciousness and confesses that he finds it impossible
to wax nostalgic about those traumatizing years. It’s
difficult to find this brand of harrowing honesty in
almost any popular book about those years, and the
author is haunted by anxiety to this day. Though Gabor
finds stunning success after the war in Argentina as a
children’s fashion designer, anti-Semitism once again
enters the scene. Only after the “Dirty War” does he
find his way to Miami and claim one of his life’s
greatest prizes, the lovely Rebequita. This ethereal
Latin beauty is half his age and initially involved with
another man (his employee), but the author’s unabashed
vitality will not be deterred, and again he fails to
make any real apologies. This refreshing resistance to
political correctness or stock theology reminds readers
of why an individual’s life is relevant for memoir in
the first place—the lasting mystery.
An autobiography as compelling for its narrative as it
is for its masculine attitude and vigor."