Book Review: The Auschwitz—Birkenau Experience
Paula would constantly interest me every time I remember her discussing war and how she loved the thought of it. After reading Night now I understand her more. If you happen to look for a vampire-human-werewolf love triangle, you’re reading a mistaken material. Outside of the length, this book that won Elie Wiesel the Nobel Peace Prize is not a taste of the week. I demand it settled in libraries as its tale should hang back for so long in our collective memory. From incineration in crematoria to random shooting of Jews, young and old, sick and fit, to a series of transportation and death march to God-knows-where, Wiesel tells us a firsthand and accurate experience of the holocaust in concentration camps under Hitler’s absolute imperative. It has a historical, religious and essential voice, the story. The Nobel laureate, a Jew, in awe, explains on every page of his narrative how war can strip off everything—from lives off people’s bodies beliefs, conventions and reason off their wits, as he as well argues how it can fortify them. But of all things war can eradicate as explained in the book, I adore hypocrisy the most. Elie’s story of withstanding is not without his toil not to separate from his relatives, particularly from his father, in the ghettos and concentration camps, and how he excruciatingly discontinued the uphill struggle simply to revel on the most basic instinct of man—to survive. Thanks to the story, Elie, now I understand Paula more than ever. To Paula who knew we are always in war, so long. (John Kelvin R. Briones) Possibly Related Posts:
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