Every now and then a book can be so effectively affective that one can even experience a visceral reaction. Eric Remarqué’s All Quiet on the Western Front was one of those for me. At many points I felt as if I had been bayoneted in the stomach. The other book that has left me utterly breathless has been Elie Wiesel’s Night. The following is a series of notes composed in response way back in early 2001, a therapeutic way of dealing with the experience in many respects.
With the political growth of the right and the burgeoning of a culture of cruelty over at least the Western world, it seemed like a good time for me to dust this off and upload it again.
Click here for paper –> 1.Elie Wiesel’s Night