By Elie Wiesel
This is Part Two of a three part series of reviews sub-titled 'Apocalyptic Mess'.
It is also Part One of a series of five reviews of books I purchased for only $5 a book at the wonderful Book Grocer.
This is an account of the writer's time in a Nazi concentration camp.
I am not Jewish, or religious. I am not German, or Polish. I am not an ethnic supremacist, or belong to a persecuted minority. I am not a child of war, I have not lived in a war zone, I have not been sent to a war. I have not lost any member of my immediate family to a violent death.
Who am I to comment on this story?
I can only understand the holocaust in either political or philosophical terms. And of course by 'understand' I mean 'not understand'.
I'm just another voice who in exasperation, at the loss of anything else to add just says, "Lest we forget."
In my review of Blood Meridian I complained that, "It describes an implausible humanity, so detatched from the land and the laws of existance that it fails to inspire any form of reminisce. It is unrecognisable as coming from Earth. It is not our story."
That's why this book is so horrible. Because it is our story. It comes from Earth. People reasoned a genocide. They used the word 'solution'. Unlike the cartoon directionless psychopaths in Blood Meridian, these people had a reason for their actions. Some people, in time, made a reason for genocide.
I can't score this book. I won't.
This is not a book to read because you want to, it's a book to read because you have to.