Never shall I forget those moments that murdered my God and my soul and turned my dream to ashes. — from Night by Elie Wiesel
I have been having a hard time figuring out how to talk about/review Art Spiegelman‘s The Complete Maus and Elie Wiesel‘s Night.
I’m still not sure, actually. What I do know is that with the recent bombings in Gaza, the sharing of real life experiences like these two become ever more important to remind us that there are real live people who are ensconced in and affected by large scale ideological fighting. Real people with families and friends who love and laugh and hurt and lose.
Who have to recover and relive these frightening experiences over and over again.
Who pass their trauma onto their children who then have to make sense of it.
That doesn’t mean hope doesn’t exist within either of these books. It does. It just gets stuck in the mire and has to be excavated and pulled.