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conversations.value: Give me a description for a book titled The Code of Love about Zealander, French, English with the genre: Romance, Historical.
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conversations.value: New Zealander the author has two master's degrees, with honors in French and English literature, and her career has included teaching, publishing, and writing. She has traveled to all the countries where her novels are set, and currently lives in Sydney, Australia. Author website: cherylsawyer.com
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conversations.value: Give me a description for a book titled The Code of Love about Pamela, Donald's, Donald with the genre: Biographies & Memoirs, Historical.
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conversations.value: This affecting story of an English couple's struggle to keep their love alive despite the damage inflicted by the husband's years as a POW reminds us that real-life traumas are more terrible and less easily resolved than those in war movies. Beautiful, vivacious Pamela Kirrage and quiet, intense RAF pilot Donald Hill fell in love in March 1939, less than four months before Donald was shipped out to Singapore. Captured during the fall of Hong Kong, he spent three and a half years in a Japanese camp, where he subsisted on miniscule rations and saw his companions tortured and killed for their part in an underground operation he had also joined. He recorded his experiences in an encoded diary that came to symbolize for Pamela, who married him in 1946, the crippling sorrows he was unable to share with her. The psychological legacy of Donald's imprisonment, particularly his fits of anger and emotional distance, prompted the Hills to quarrel and Pamela to drink. Unable to live together, miserable apart, they divorced in 1978, but remarried a year before Donald's death in 1985. Only when a British mathematician finally cracked the secret code of Donald's diary (keyed to the letters in his and Pamela's names) in 1996 could she wholly understand his private hell. Veteran nonfiction author the author ably interweaves three distinct stories: Pamela and Donald's star-crossed romance, the tragic drama of his wartime suffering and endurance, and the gripping, step-by-step adventure of cracking the diary's code. His sad, moving book acknowledges the agony of a generation haunted by wartime horrors it could never discuss, while honoring the power of love to assuage, if not eliminate, emotional pain. --Wendy Smith
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conversations.value: Beautiful, vivacious Pamela Kirrage and quiet, intense RAF pilot Donald Hill fell in love in March 1939, less than four months before Donald was shipped out to Singapore. Captured during the fall of Hong Kong, he spent three and a half years in a Japanese camp, where he subsisted on miniscule rations and saw his companions tortured and killed for their part in an underground operation he had also joined. He recorded his experiences in an encoded diary that came to symbolize for Pamela, who married him in 1946, the crippling sorrows he was unable to share with her. The psychological legacy of Donald's imprisonment, particularly his fits of anger and emotional distance, prompted the Hills to quarrel and Pamela to drink. Unable to live together, miserable apart, they divorced in 1978, but remarried a year before Donald's death in 1985. Only when a British mathematician finally cracked the secret code of Donald's diary (keyed to the letters in his and Pamela's names) in 1996 could she wholly understand his private hell. Veteran nonfiction author the author ably interweaves three distinct stories: Pamela and Donald's star-crossed romance, the tragic drama of his wartime suffering and endurance, and the gripping, step-by-step adventure of cracking the diary's code. His sad, moving book acknowledges the agony of a generation haunted by wartime horrors it could never discuss, while honoring the power of love to assuage, if not eliminate, emotional pain. --Wendy Smith
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conversations.value: Give me the first five paragraphs for this book.
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conversations.value: The Code of Love
  Treatment today is based on bringing to the surface the fear and shock that were first experienced, often in group-centered therapy sessions and sometimes simply by listening to the patient's account. In 1983, the realization that former prisoners of the Japanese were still suffering from their treatment persuaded the British government to offer them free health assessments. During the next fifteen years, over a hundred consulted Dr. Keron Fletcher, an RAF psychiatrist. Interviewed for a television documentary in 1998, he recalled his findings: "It was amazing— forty-five years after the war, I'd ask a question like, What was the worst part of your wartime experience?,' and they'd break down and cry. They were still getting sleepless nights. I reckon that over half had significant symptoms."
  Neither diagnosis nor treatment was available in 1948, and when Pamela took Donald and the baby back to Tunbridge Wells that summer, he had sunk as low as he could. There were periods of normality, but increasingly they were broken by bizarre behavior. As though looking after Joanna were not enough, Pamela had to deal with Donald's agitated and mad advice about how to do it. In the immediate postwar years, all baby food had to be home-made, and some of the first solid food she made for Joanna was mashed potato and milk.
  She tried to appease him, explaining that potato was on the list of recommended baby food, but he would not be convinced. Potatoes were killers. It was the first of his remarks which bore no relation to reality, but over the ensuing weeks such statements became more frequent. Terrified by the growing signs of mental instability, she turned to her mother for help, but Donald stonewalled her enquiries putting on a show of normal behavior. The only form of counseling available was provided by the minister of her local church, who offered cold comfort. A lot of men back from the war were behaving oddly, he told Pamela; their wives just had to put up with it. Yet Donald felt equally tormented by the knowledge that he was out of control.
  One evening his condition reached some sort of crisis. He was aware of being tensed up and nervous, when suddenly tears started running down his face. He couldn't explain what was happening, only that his whole body and mind became clear. A thought struck him so clearly he heard it like a voice—"There's no point to all this worrying"—and it felt as if an enormous weight had been lifted off his shoulders. "And from that moment," he would say, "I got back faith in myself."
  This seemingly spontaneous recovery produced such a sense of relief that neither questioned how it came about. Donald at least was convinced that his problems were solved, and the past was over. Clearly the attempt to return to the career that once had made him supremely happy, and now made him supremely unhappy, had created a degree of stress he could not cope with. Sometimes madness is the only reasonable response to an utterly intolerable situation. When the tears came, they must have signaled that at some emotional level he felt able to let that bit of his past drop away. With it went the stress that he found so unbearable. Tentatively, in the calm that followed, he and Pamela began to rediscover their happiness in each other.
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conversations.value: The next day, February 25, 1985, the head nurse took Pamela aside and told her that Donald's heart had begun to give up, and he was on his way out. The doctor came, but could only confirm the nurse's opinion. While Carolyn took Lauren to be cared for by friends, Pamela sat with her arm around Donald in the chair. Before her eyes his life began to fade away.
  Carolyn returned, and they took the dying man's hands, talking to him so that he who had been so solitary in life would know at the very end the comfort of being loved. Then very peacefully, so that they were aware of it only by a slight relaxation in his body, Donald died.
  When Colonel Quayle of SSAFFA found Dr. Aston, Pamela did not let her hopes rise too high at first, but with Aston's discovery that it was indeed a diary, she had difficulty keeping her excitement in check. Then, as the summer of 1996 arrived and nothing further emerged, she began to grow anxious. In February she had reached her eightieth birthday, and there could not be many more attempts if this one failed. Had she known Aston's state of mind, her anxiety might have come close to desperation.
  He was not the sort of person to abandon a project, but the end of July now loomed as a deadline. After that date, preparations for the new semester, the extra work generated by a fresh generation of students, and the sheer mass of research and publication that he had put on hold meant that he would not be able to return to the diary for six months or longer.
  For months Aston had methodically picked away the layers of Donald Hill's encryption. Now he had reached a point where logic could go no further, and his cryptanalyst's mind had to sense rather than deduce the key. At first the frustration of dealing with fuzzy intuition rather than the clear-cut certainties of math prevented him making the final leap.
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conversations.value: At first the frustration of dealing with fuzzy intuition rather than the clear-cut certainties of math prevented him making the final leap. The doctor came, but could only confirm the nurse's opinion. While Carolyn took Lauren to be cared for by friends, Pamela sat with her arm around Donald in the chair. Before her eyes his life began to fade away.
  Carolyn returned, and they took the dying man's hands, talking to him so that he who had been so solitary in life would know at the very end the comfort of being loved. Then very peacefully, so that they were aware of it only by a slight relaxation in his body, Donald died.
  When Colonel Quayle of SSAFFA found Dr. Aston, Pamela did not let her hopes rise too high at first, but with Aston's discovery that it was indeed a diary, she had difficulty keeping her excitement in check. Then, as the summer of 1996 arrived and nothing further emerged, she began to grow anxious. In February she had reached her eightieth birthday, and there could not be many more attempts if this one failed. Had she known Aston's state of mind, her anxiety might have come close to desperation.
  He was not the sort of person to abandon a project, but the end of July now loomed as a deadline. After that date, preparations for the new semester, the extra work generated by a fresh generation of students, and the sheer mass of research and publication that he had put on hold meant that he would not be able to return to the diary for six months or longer.
  For months Aston had methodically picked away the layers of Donald Hill's encryption. Now he had reached a point where logic could go no further, and his cryptanalyst's mind had to sense rather than deduce the key.The next day, February 25, 1985, the head nurse took Pamela aside and told her that Donald's heart had begun to give up, and he was on his way out.
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conversations.value: I am indebted to Brigit Ferguson and Sheila Froom, Pamela's sisters, who were informative, amusing, and vastly patient in providing recollection and comment. I owe thanks, too, to Philip Aston, who decrypted the diary, for his guidance, and to his wife, Linda, for her help. I am grateful for Barbara Water-worth's information about Iraq in the 1950s.
  I acknowledge the advice and help provided by the staff of the Imperial War Museum, the Public Record Office, the British Library, the London Library, and the Tunbridge Wells Public Library.
  In the fall of 1939 the Nazis invaded Irene Gut's beloved Poland, ending her training as a nurse and thrusting the sixteen-year-old Catholic girl into a world of terrors that somehow gave her the strength to accomplish what amounted to miracles. Although Irene was forced to work for the German army, her Aryan features got her a job in the relative safety of an officers' dining room, an advantage that she used to smuggle nourishment and information to Jews—and eventually to hide them in the home of a Nazi major.
  The code of love: the true story of two lovers torn apart by the war that brought them together / Andro Linklater. 
  Hong Kong—Biography. 5. World War, 1939–1945—Prisoners and prisons, Japanese.6. Hill, Pamela, d. 2000.7. Hill, Donald, d. 1985. Diary.8. Cryptography—Case studies. I. Hill, Donald, d. 1985. Diary. II. Title. UG626.2.H48 L55 2001 940.54'7252'092—dc21 [B]00-060115