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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...moreShe 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.
...moreMalcolm Forbes reviews Helga Weiss’s HELGA’S DIARY today in The Rumpus Book Reviews.
...more“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 Lake Press. It’s by Melita Maschmann, a German woman who became “a hundred-and-fifty-per-cent Nazi” during […]
...moreArguably, 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 The Millions, Charles-Adam Foster-Simard reviews an Art Spiegelman exhibit at the Vancouver Art Gallery called […]
...moreShalom Auslander’s first novel, Hope: A Tragedy, reminds us that the world is a horrible, sad place, but luckily it’s damn funny, too.
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