The Last Man: A Novel

by Charles Kenney

Overview

For decades Gerta Wahljak has been haunted by a photograph of ten Nazi officers taken in the concentration camp where she was imprisoned during the Holocaust. Since emigrating to the United States, she has carefully traced and recorded the fates of nine of these men. But there is one whom she has been unable to track--until now. While Gerta waits in her Boston cardiologist's office, she sees another patient who she is almost sure is the last man. She will not be at peace until she knows.

After interviewing Gerta, assistant U.S. Attorney David Keegan is shocked to learn that he is closely linked to the man he's investigating. For the man accused of being a former Nazi is none other than Frederick Schiller, married to a renowned Jewish activist and the father of the woman Keegan loves.

Poised to become U.S. attorney, Keegan suddenly finds his life maliciously uprooted. Someone envious of his rise to power will stop at nothing to ruin him . . . leaking the volatile story to the press and hoping Keegan's reputation is blackened in the firestorm.

David Keegan is a man also haunted by the past, obsessed by his quest to uncover the facts behind his mother's death when he was a child. But as he pursues the truth about his mother, he must deal with the explosive case of Frederick Schiller. As newspaper headlines hurl accusations about Schiller and his wife, the two are forced to relive a dark history that was meant to be buried forever. Now Keegan must decide whether to risk his career to help the parents of the woman he loves.

A gripping, relentlessly plotted story about the ambiguity of morality, the power of an unresolved past, and the necessity of forgiveness, The Last Man twists like a thriller, but has the truth-seeking depth of great fiction. Profound in theme and peopled with characters that possess a refreshing vitality, it is a novel that will breathlessly race you to its stunning, climactic finish.

Product Details

ISBN-13:	9780307574824
Publisher:	Random House Publishing Group
Publication date:	12/16/2009
Sold by:	Random House
Format:	eBook
Pages:	352
File size:	2 MB

About the Author

Charles Kenney was a reporter and editor at The Boston Globe for fifteen years. He is also the author of The Son of John Devlin and Code of Vengeance. He lives in Boston with his wife and two children.

Read an Excerpt

When Gerta Wahljak glanced across the waiting room
and saw Friedrich Schillinghaussen she felt a sudden
pressure in her chest, a ferocious pressure that made her
feel as though she had been stricken with another heart
attack. When she saw Schillinghaussen, she clutched the
arms of her chair, grasping them so tightly her knuckles
turned white. She drew back instinctively, recoiling from
him. Gerta Wahljak was seventy-eight years old, and when
the color drained from her face and her eyes widened, her
companion, a young woman named Amy Scott, glanced
at her and thought, for the briefest moment, that she was
on the verge of death. Amy Scott, a licensed practical
nurse who worked for the Wahljaks, reached out in alarm
and placed her hand on Gerta's forearm.

"Gerta?" Amy asked quietly. "Are you all right?"

Gerta did not respond. She sat stiffly, pushed back in
the chair, silent, stricken.

Amy moved out of her chair and crouched next to
Gerta, whispering to her with sudden urgency.

"Gerta? What is it?"

"To on," she said, speaking Polish. "Ten czlowiek."
This deepened Amy's concern, for Gerta reverted to her
native Polish rarely, and then only when extremely agitated.
Amy wheeled around and moved quickly across
the waiting area to the receptionist's desk.

"There's an emergency," Amy said, motioning toward
Gerta.

The receptionist, accustomed to such occurrences in
the cardiac gerontology unit, glanced over at Gerta, then
summoned a nurse. The half dozen other patients in the
waiting area watched as the nurse strode to Gerta and
began an examination.

Gerta was uncommunicative. She shook her head no
in answer to a number of diagnostic questions. All the
while, Amy noticed, Gerta's gaze was fixed on something
across the room. Amy glanced over and saw a man who
appeared to be in his late sixties, early seventies. He
watched the quiet drama unfold. He was a slim man and
strikingly handsome, in spite of his years, with deep-set
eyes and an aquiline nose. He possessed a full head of
hair, gone gray now, but it remained thick and was neatly
combed back.

A nurse appeared and spoke to him. He nodded and
walked with her down the hallway. He moved slowly
and with a noticeable limp that favored his right leg. He
soon disappeared down a corridor where various cardiac
tests were conducted. Amy watched as Gerta's gaze remained
fixed on this man, following him until he was out
of view.

"Gerta? What is it?" Amy asked.

The nurse, having determined that Gerta was in no immediate
physical danger, stood back.

Gerta closed her eyes and shook her head in great
sorrow.

"What?" Amy asked.

Gerta shook her head no. She would not speak. She
was brought back in her mind to the makeshift wooden
structure at the edge of the place, just inside the auxiliary
gate to the left. She recalled it so clearly. She remembered
the dust when the drought had come in summer and the
ground had turned to a powder that blew in the slightest
breeze and covered everything--the jeeps and trucks and
staff cars, and the barracks, of course, and the wooden
structure in which she worked. The wind would blow in
from the east, from out of Poland somewhere, and whip
the dust up so that everything was covered, sullied.
Nothing stayed clean for long.

She thought of the photograph she had kept all these
years. When the photograph had been taken it had been
her responsibility to insure its distribution, and she had
performed her task well. And she had managed to secrete
away an extra copy for herself. The photo, in black and
white, showed ten men together in the officers' dining
area. She had accounted for nine of the ten men in the
photograph. She knew what had become of them--knew
who had died in the war, who had defected to the underground,
who had been placed on trial. She knew who
had served time in prison, who had since died of natural
causes, who had been executed. She knew the fate of all
except one: Friedrich Schillinghaussen.

Gerta suddenly noticed that Amy's face was only
inches from her own. She was calling out to Gerta but
Gerta had not heard. The nurse was there, as well, and
someone else, a young man in a white jacket. The others
moved aside for him, and he shined a light into her eyes.
She turned and looked away. The doctor examined her
further but found nothing. Suddenly, Gerta insisted upon
going home. Her appointment with the cardiologist
could be rescheduled. She had no energy for that now.
She wanted to get home where she felt safe, where she
could lock the door and draw the shades and keep the
world away.

Amy guided Gerta through the hospital lobby and out
to the parking garage. When finally they reached the car,
Amy, by now exasperated with the old woman's behavior,
turned to confront Gerta.

"What is it, Gerta?" she asked, her frustration obvious
in her tone.

"To on, ten czlowiek."

"Gerta!"

"It's him!" Gerta said. "It's him. The one from the picture.
The last one."

And with that, Gerta Wahljak broke down and sobbed.

Editorial Reviews

“A fascinating, haunting, and beautifully written story, peopled with characters you will long remember. The Last Man raises some of the most arresting historical and moral questions of our time.”
–MICHAEL BESCHLOSS

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