the Holocaust
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The Saturday Rumpus Essay: Song in the Subjunctive
Perhaps the city looked more poignantly lovely because I was conscious of its tragic history.
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The Road to Heaven
She is a friend of my grandmother’s, and her name is Adiya Fields. She is a survivor of the camps and has volunteered to speak to my Sunday religious-school class.
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Helga’s Diary by Helga Weiss
Malcolm Forbes reviews Helga Weiss’s HELGA’S DIARY today in The Rumpus Book Reviews.
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A Former Nazi Tells Her Story
“She may have been the first German, and certainly the first German woman, who tried to face her past with honesty.” In a blog post for the New Yorker, Helen Epstein describes a remarkable memoir she has just reprinted at Plunkett…
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0–9
0) The beginning of all this, maybe. This woman who insists I could have loved anybody. We saw the Atlantic from Normandy. We saw the Pacific from San Francisco. This is not “my love is like an ocean.” We’d been…
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Of Maus and Men
Arguably, no other story has been made to express absolute black and absolute white as clearly as World War II. So how can an artist integrate the textures of grey that make a story truly poignant? In an essay for…
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Nowhere Ho!
Shalom Auslander’s first novel, Hope: A Tragedy, reminds us that the world is a horrible, sad place, but luckily it’s damn funny, too.