A memoir of personal suffering that founders on its blindness to larger questions of history and morality. Komenda-Soentgerath is a poet, and her story is one worth telling. Why, then, is this volume so unsatisfying? A wooden translation from the German is partly to blame. But the deeper reason lies in an unavoidable comparison with the most compelling Holocaust memoirs, personal narratives that rise to universality. Komenda-Soentgerath's story is, to a fault, entirely personal. The narrative follows her sudden arrest as a young woman by Czech revolutionary guards in the period immediately following the end of WW II (she was of German origin and lived in a Prague neighborhood favored by the Nazis), and describes her internment in a variety of camps over the next year and a half. Through a combination of sheer good fortune and the decent and even chivalrous behavior of some fellow Czechs, she was eventually released. In a final stroke of luck, the author and her mother obtained the visas necessary to escape the uncertainties of Czechoslovakia, and Komenda-Soentgerath joined her German fiancÇ in Cologne. One of the most striking aspects of this account is the fact that, while it is surely a story of hardship and acute dangers, what stays with the reader is the behavior of the Czechs who tried to aid the author. More than once she was safeguarded from rape by men who watched over her. But we can't judge whether this was the result of Czech manners or of a deep dissatisfaction with the Communist regime, because Komenda- Soentgerath never thinks to pursue such questions. In fact, the broader political context of the war, the Holocaust, and the postwar period are entirely lacking. Such failures make this memoir seem merely self-absorbed. Curiously, it was awarded a special prize by the German Ministry of the Interior this year.

Pub Date: Nov. 5, 1996

ISBN: 1-85610-041-3

Page Count: 110

Publisher: Dufour

Review Posted Online: May 20, 2010

Kirkus Reviews Issue: Sept. 1, 1996

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The author's youthfulness helps to assure the inevitable comparison with the Anne Frank diary although over and above the...


Elie Wiesel spent his early years in a small Transylvanian town as one of four children. 

He was the only one of the family to survive what Francois Maurois, in his introduction, calls the "human holocaust" of the persecution of the Jews, which began with the restrictions, the singularization of the yellow star, the enclosure within the ghetto, and went on to the mass deportations to the ovens of Auschwitz and Buchenwald. There are unforgettable and horrifying scenes here in this spare and sombre memoir of this experience of the hanging of a child, of his first farewell with his father who leaves him an inheritance of a knife and a spoon, and of his last goodbye at Buchenwald his father's corpse is already cold let alone the long months of survival under unconscionable conditions. 

The author's youthfulness helps to assure the inevitable comparison with the Anne Frank diary although over and above the sphere of suffering shared, and in this case extended to the death march itself, there is no spiritual or emotional legacy here to offset any reader reluctance.

Pub Date: Jan. 16, 2006

ISBN: 0374500010

Page Count: 120

Publisher: Hill & Wang

Review Posted Online: Oct. 7, 2011

Kirkus Reviews Issue: Jan. 15, 2006

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For Howard Zinn, long-time civil rights and anti-war activist, history and ideology have a lot in common. Since he thinks that everything is in someone's interest, the historian—Zinn posits—has to figure out whose interests he or she is defining/defending/reconstructing (hence one of his previous books, The Politics of History). Zinn has no doubts about where he stands in this "people's history": "it is a history disrespectful of governments and respectful of people's movements of resistance." So what we get here, instead of the usual survey of wars, presidents, and institutions, is a survey of the usual rebellions, strikes, and protest movements. Zinn starts out by depicting the arrival of Columbus in North America from the standpoint of the Indians (which amounts to their standpoint as constructed from the observations of the Europeans); and, after easily establishing the cultural disharmony that ensued, he goes on to the importation of slaves into the colonies. Add the laborers and indentured servants that followed, plus women and later immigrants, and you have Zinn's amorphous constituency. To hear Zinn tell it, all anyone did in America at any time was to oppress or be oppressed; and so he obscures as much as his hated mainstream historical foes do—only in Zinn's case there is that absurd presumption that virtually everything that came to pass was the work of ruling-class planning: this amounts to one great indictment for conspiracy. Despite surface similarities, this is not a social history, since we get no sense of the fabric of life. Instead of negating the one-sided histories he detests, Zinn has merely reversed the image; the distortion remains.

Pub Date: Jan. 1, 1979

ISBN: 0061965588

Page Count: 772

Publisher: Harper & Row

Review Posted Online: May 26, 2012

Kirkus Reviews Issue: Jan. 1, 1979

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