Genre: Historical Fiction / Historical Romance
Good for fans of: The Tattooist of Auschwitz and Cilka’s Journey
Rating: 3.5/5 Stars
CAUTION: This review contains spoilers.
Historical fiction is one of my favorite genres, so I was extremely excited when I got my copy of The Prisoner’s Wife. This incredible story takes place during World War II. A young woman, Izabella, falls in love with a prisoner of war, Bill, and the two of them run off together in hopes of living life together and escaping the war. However, they experience several setbacks along the way, which we read about in the novel. Because Izabela is a woman, Bill helps disguise her as a man in order to keep them together and to protect her from the brutes in prison. The two confide in a few of the other prisoners, creating a hodgepodge of a family within their confounding walls.
To know that this story was based on real events, and that a woman was able to disguise herself at a time where gender was extremely binary and significant is truly remarkable. However, I felt that the historical aspects of this novel were the bread and butter, and that the story itself lacked.
As a reader, I was really hoping to see the characters develop in different ways. At one point in the book, Izabela finds out that Bill was once a “supporter” of the Nazis, or that he had attended and subscribed to some of the speakers around that time. They fight and she tells him she feels like she does not know him. There was a piece of me that hoped that at the end of the war, her and Bill would not end up together. She left her family to escape with a man she barely knew, even though she was not in any inherent danger (a luxury of that time), and I had hoped she’d realize that that was a rash decision, and grow from her experiences.
Rather, we got a story where she and Bill did end up together, but I didn’t feel satisfied. It didn’t feel as though she grew, just that she survived. I’d have liked to see both. However, I have to remember that if this was truly based on someone’s life, it isn’t for me to say what the story should have or could have been, but to appreciate how it was. The fiction lover in me wanted more for the characters, but the realist in me can appreciate the ending.