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Ladataan... The Town Beyond the Wall (1962)Tekijä: Elie Wiesel
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Kirjaudu LibraryThingiin nähdäksesi, pidätkö tästä kirjasta vai et. Ei tämänhetkisiä Keskustelu-viestiketjuja tästä kirjasta. Once again, in The Town Beyond the Wall, Elie Wiesel has brought us a novel in which he infuses pieces of himself within the pages, through the narrator, named Michael. Michael is a Jew, and he is a survivor of the Holocaust. He is haunted by the past, by memories that he tries to hold on to, holding on literally for survival. He is in constant search for validation and the meaning of life. He questions and questions, not always finding answers. The novel questions whether you can return to where your life began, to where you spent the first youthful formative years of your life, to where your life as you knew it ended, and not feel some form of pain or suffering. To do so would be to blot out those who came before you. Wiesel implies that suffering is man’s worst nightmare, where cowardice and courage can’t blend together with a firm, peaceful or true resolution. It is either one or the other, but not both. He is masterful in his writing, and leaves us to ponder much. I have never read a book by Elie Wiesel that I didn’t like, and The Town Beyond the Wall is no different. näyttää 2/2 ei arvosteluja | lisää arvostelu
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Story based on Wiesel's own life in which a young Holocaust survivor returns to his hometown, seeking to understand the mystery of those who stood by and watched. Kirjastojen kuvailuja ei löytynyt. |
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A quote I liked, which is followed by mention of Elisha ben Avuya and the the story of the four who entered the garden:
" ... Of the roads that lead to truth there is never more than one. For each man there is only one. In that sense the atheist and the mystic are alike: they both proceed directly to the goal without turning aside. At the goal, of course, they meet. But if their paths cross on the way, they run the risk of canceling each other out. Do you understand, my boy? You can't be inside and outside at the same time. Man is too weak, his imagination too poor, to enter the garden and yet remain beyond the wall. ..." ( )