Súper bueno, aunque no sé si califica como trilogía.

It is really very good, but I'm not sure if it qualifies as a trilogy.

The first book is a real autobiography, and the other two are novels. So, although the tone may be similar... it's not the same.

The best of the three is the first one, "La noche", to which I gave five stars (even though, conceptually, I think a real story like that is difficult to "rate").

"El alba" is also good, but... I didn't like that it was a poetized justification of what it means to kill a man (regardless of "which side he belongs to", a topic that Wiesel tries to treat fairly), and it also had a bunch of characters who pretended to be special and heroic, but who seemed tedious to me.

Finally, "El día"... very, very well written, but in the end, it's A NOVEL, and nothing against novels, but... simply it can't be put next to a real testimony like "La noche", just like that, in my opinion.

In conclusion, the concept of trilogy didn't particularly appeal to me: it doesn't correspond, in my opinion, and also each volume would have shone much more if it had been explained and distributed separately, but perhaps the whole set definitely goes above the average, and I liked reading it (within what one enjoys reading things as strong as these).

The thing is that I feel cheated when Holocaust novels are sold as if they were real (in the case of the second and third volumes)... I find it so delicate, and also slightly dishonest. But, considering that the author himself is a survivor, perhaps I shouldn't be so harsh.

This book stands as a powerful witness to all the profound sufferings that the author has endured. It is by no means an easy read. My sincere advice for those who have the intention of delving into the "Night trilogy" is to take breaks between each part. This is to allow your soul a moment of respite. I say this because as I was reading, it felt as if the book was extracting my own life and infusing me with a silent, yet overwhelming suffering.

I firmly believe that "Day" delves deep into Elie's very soul. The way he writes evokes in me a complex mixture of emotions - anger, depression, and pity. At first, I thought it was because the novel was perhaps not well-written, but in fact, it is quite the opposite. "Day" is, without a doubt, the best part of the trilogy. It manages to touch something deep within me, awakening emotions and thoughts that I never knew existed.

The next paragraph, which is a part of "Day", is filled to the brim with pain and perhaps a hidden truth that I am yet to fully understand: "A man who has suffered more than others, and differently, should live apart. Alone. Outside of any organized existence. He poisons the air. He makes it unfit for breathing. He takes away from joy its spontaneity and its justification. He kills hope and the will to live. He is the incarnation of time that negates present and future, only recognizing the harsh law of memory. He suffers and his contagious suffering calls forth echoes around him."

This passage truly encapsulates the essence of the profound and often indescribable pain that Elie Wiesel has experienced and is sharing with us through his writing.

The ghetto was a place ruled by neither German nor Jew; rather, it was ruled by delusion.

"Never shall I forget that night, the first night in the camp, that turned my life into one long night seven times sealed. Never shall I forget that smoke. Never shall I forget the small faces of the children whose bodies I saw transformed into smoke under a silent sky. Never shall I forget those flames that consumed my faith forever. Never shall I forget the eternal silence that deprived me for all eternity of the desire to live. Never shall I forget those moments that murdered my God and my soul and turned my dreams to ashes. Never shall I forget those things, even were I condemned to live as long as God himself. Never."

In the past, Rosh Hashanah had been a significant part of my life. I believed my sins grieved God, so I pleaded for forgiveness. I thought the salvation of the world depended on my every deed and prayer. But now, everything has changed. I no longer plead or lament. Instead, I feel a strange strength. I become the accuser, and God is the accused. My eyes have opened, and I find myself alone in a world without God, without man, without love or mercy.

"I have more faith in Hitler than in anyone else. He alone has kept his promises, all his promises, to the Jewish people."

Beggars evoke in me a mix of love and fear. I know I should be kind to them, for they might not be what they seem. Hassidic literature tells us that a beggar could be the prophet Elijah in disguise, visiting the earth and the hearts of men, offering the reward of eternal life to those who treat him well. But the Angel of Death also delights in frightening men in this way. To do him wrong is more dangerous; he may take a man's life or soul in return.

I knew I shouldn't be in the synagogue with him at midnight, for that is the hour when the dead rise from their graves to say their prayers. Anyone found there risks being carried away, for fear of betraying their secret.

"Night is purer than day; it is better for thinking and loving and dreaming. At night everything is more intense, more true. The echo of words spoken during the day takes on a new and deeper meaning. The tragedy of man is that he doesn't know how to distinguish between day and night. He says things at night that should only be said by day."

Having been raised in the Hasidic tradition, I had heard strange stories about the Meshulah, the mysterious messenger of fate to whom nothing is impossible. His voice makes a man tremble, for the message it brings is more powerful than either the bearer or the recipient.

"Death....is a being without arms or legs or mouth or head; it is all eyes. If you ever meet a creature with eyes everywhere, you can be sure it is death."

On the last day of the course, a masked stranger addressed us. He spoke of what our leaders called the Eleventh Commandment: Hate your enemy. I remember how the grizzled master had explained the sixth commandment to me: Why has a man no right to commit murder? Because in doing so he takes upon himself the function of God.

I knew these faces, these sorrows, were judging me. They were dead and hungry. When the dead are hungry, they judge the living without pity. They don't wait for an action to be achieved or a crime to be committed. They judge in advance. As I approached my father, I saw the sorrow on his face. My father had cheated the Death Angel by stealing away a minute before it came to take him. In doing so, he took with him the human sorrow he endured while alive.

He struggles to understand why fate has spared him and not so many others. Was it to know happiness? To know love? He will never be sure of being worthy of love. A part of him is still back there, where the dead deny the living the right to leave them behind. Does life have meaning after Auschwitz? In a universe cursed because it is guilty, is hope still possible? For a young survivor, whose knowledge of life and death surpasses that of his elders, wouldn't suicide be a great temptation like love or faith?

"In that case, there are good reasons not to lose hope. Love is worth as much as prayer. Sometimes more."

"How does one thank God?" I asked him. I would have liked to add: Why thank him? I had not been able to understand for a long time what in the world God had done to deserve man.

"She doesn't understand that death is not the enemy. That would be too easy...She has too much faith in the power, the omnipotence of love. Love me and you'll be protected. Love each other and all will be well: suffering will leave man's earth forever."

"Let me listen to the wind...the sound of the wind carries the regrets and prayers of dead souls. Dead souls have more to say than living ones."

"I wanted to prove to her that I had inherited her tears, which, as it is written, open all doors."

"The greatest shame is to have been chosen by destiny. Man prefers to blame himself for all possible sins and crimes rather than come to the conclusion that God is capable of the most flagrant injustice. Once I asked my teacher..the following question: For what reason did God create man? I understand that man needs God. But what need of man has God? The Holy Books teach us..that if man were conscious of his power, he would lose his faith or his reason. For man carries within him a role which transcends him. God needs to be ONE. The Messiah, called to liberate man, can only be liberated by him. We know that not only man and the universe will be freed, but also the one who established their laws and their relations. It follows that man--who is nothing but a handful of earth--is capable of reuniting time and its source, and of giving back to God his own image. The idea that God's existence could be bound to mine had filled me with a miserable pride as well as a deep pity. A few years later, I saw just, pious men walking to their death, singing, 'We are going to break, with our fire, the chains of the Messiah in exile.'..yes, God needs man. Condemned to eternal solitude, He made man only to use him as a toy, to amuse Himself. That's what philosophers and poets have refused to admit: in the beginning there was neither the Word nor Love, but laughter, the roaring, eternal laughter whose echoes are more deceitful than the mirages of the desert."

"Every man is like the river...rivers flow toward the sea, which is never full. Men are swallowed up by death, which is never satiated."

"The joy of saving a human life, I thought. I have never experienced it. I didn't even know that it existed. To hold in your hands a boy's life is to take God's place. I had never dreamt of rising above the level of man. Man is not defined by what denies him, but by that which affirms him. This is found within, not across from him or next to him. We have the same enemy: and it only has one name: Death. Before it we are all equal. In its eyes no life has more weight than another."

"What would become of humanity and of the laws of equilibrium if all men began to desire death?"

"You think I don't know? You think your silence is capable of hiding the hell you carry within you? Maybe you also think that it is easy to live beside someone who suffers and who won't accept any help."

"He had guessed. It was enough to look at the painting to realize. The accident had been an accident only in the most limited sense of the word. The cab, I had seen it coming. It had only been a flash, but I had seen it, I could have avoided it."

"Suffering is given to the living, not the dead..it is man's duty to make it cease, not to increase it. One hour of suffering less is already a victory over fate."

"It's absurd: lies can give birth to true happiness. Happiness will, as long as it lasts, seem real. The living like lies, the way they like to acquire friendships. The dead don't like them."

This is a compilation that combines 3 books into one. My rating for it is actually 5 stars for the first two stories and 4 stars for the last one.

Book one is set in a concentration camp. It offers an autobiographical account of a boy and his father, and it is truly excellent. One of my favorite quotes from this section is: "The general opinion was that we were going to remain in the ghetto until the end of the war, until the arrival of the Red Army. Then everything would be as before. It was neither German nor Jew who ruled the ghetto - it was illusion." This quote vividly captures the false hope that prevailed in that tragic situation.

The second book is completely different from anything I have ever read before. It focuses on a man who survived World War II and was recruited into a Jewish terrorist organization. He is tasked with killing a hostage. I have never read anything from the perspective of a terrorist, let alone something that portrays them as human beings. However, the author masterfully captures this man's agony as he becomes a murderer. The storytelling is so amazing that it took my breath away. It's important to note that this is not an attempt to make us sympathetic to the terrorists or to excuse their actions based on their history and torture. Instead, after his choice is made, we follow his mental state as he grapples with what he is about to do. It was very brave of the author to write this story, and I am still haunted by the ending.

The last book was not my favorite, but it still had its moments. My favorite quote from this story was: "'The sea has a power of attraction. I am fifty and have been traveling for thirty years. I know all the seas in the world. I know. One mustn't look at the waves for too long. Especially at night. Especially alone.'" This quote evokes a sense of mystery and danger associated with the sea.

The author is a Nobel laureate, and the trilogy is both impressive and thought-provoking.

Each volume of the trilogy presents a unique and captivating story that draws the reader in and keeps them engaged from beginning to end.

The characters are well-developed and complex, and the themes explored are relevant and timely.

Through the trilogy, the author manages to convey a powerful message about the human condition and the importance of empathy, understanding, and love.

Whether you are a fan of literature or simply looking for a good read, this trilogy is definitely worth checking out.

Elie Wiesel is a Nobel Prize-winning author, but unfortunately, it is not the Nobel Prize in Literature. This is evident in several places throughout this rather strange trilogy.

The first book, Night, is Wiesel's own accounts from the nightmares of the concentration camps. It is the story of his own and his family's deportation, internment, and death. Like all other Holocaust testimonials I have read, it is personal and terrifying. When I read texts about Hitler's extermination project, I am repeatedly struck by a numbing silence. I ask myself why, why, why, but it rings silent. There is no answer - only silence. The Holocaust was of such a magnitude that it, like the word "one billion," seems fictional. It seems artificial because I cannot grasp the details. It is a meaningless scenario that must be kept alive by the horror stories from the camps. It is infinitely important that the Holocaust does not fall into fiction, that the testimonials combat our brain's tendency to reduce it to an understandable size. Night is therefore an important book that, like Primo Levi's If This Is a Man, should be required reading in history education.

The next two books in the trilogy, Dawn and Day, differ in that they are not testimonials but novels. Both novels take place in the minds of men who have survived the Holocaust and carry the burden with them in life. In Dawn, a young resistance fighter must execute an officer the next morning, and in Day, a man hovers between life and death after a serious traffic accident.

Both novels thus bring death very close to their main characters. They throw thoughts after this death, and they return as leaden reflections. Both wonder if they are really alive after having been in the concentration camps. If they can call their life a real life or if it is a sham life - a masked death.

These reflections are tormenting and far-reaching, but unfortunately, they are presented rather clumsily. Wiesel is unfortunately not an author who, in my opinion, is able to lift the complexity of his material. It drowns in functional filler language and failed metaphors. They lack the basic rare sparking quality that good novels possess. The quality that makes one want to read on and understand the book's characters. The thing that makes you want to understand people and their torments. I missed this spark in Dawn and Day, but I found it in Night.

I read \\n  Night\\n nearly two years ago. I finished it in one sitting, with tears streaming down my face. I firmly believe that everyone should read this at least once in their lifetime. It is a powerful and poignant account of the Holocaust that leaves a lasting impact.

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\\n  Dawn\\n... I find it difficult to add much that hasn't already been said. So, this will be concise and focus more on the quotes that deeply moved me. Spoilers ahead for those who haven't read it yet. Reader beware. The story follows a boy who has faced insurmountable circumstances and is left to start anew. However, he struggles as his faith is shattered. Wiesel masterfully explores the darker path taken by Holocaust survivors, a path that the world has often forgotten and misunderstood.

The group consoles his self-doubts, and the idea of using violence because it often gets people's attention is presented. This makes me think about national security and government operatives in the States, but I'll refrain from delving too deep into that. The edition I'm reading has several typos, but as a story person, I'm more focused on the narrative.

Here are some of the quotes:

\\"You mustn't be afraid of the dark,\\" he said, gently grasping my arm and making me shudder. \\"Night is purer than day; it is better for thinking and loving and dreaming. At night everything is more intense, more true. The echo of words that have been spoken during the day takes on a new and deeper meaning. The tragedy of man is that he doesn't know how to distinguish between day and night. He says things at night that should only be said by day.\\"

The study of philosophy attracted me because I wanted to understand the meaning of the events of which I had been the victim.

\\"...We can rely only on ourselves. If we must become unjust and inhumane to us, than we shall do so. We don't like to be bearers of death; heretofore we've chosen to be victims rather than executioners. The commandment Thou shalt not kill was given from the summit of one of the mountains here in Palestine, and we were the only ones to obey it. But that's all over; we must be like everybody else. Murder will be not our profession but our duty. In the days pose: to kill those who have made us killers. We shall kill in order that one more we may be men....\\"

\\"That's one of death's little jokes,\\" I put in. \\"Death loves to change the color of people's hair. Death has no hair; it has only eyes. God, on the other hand, has no eyes at all.\\"

\\"Father,\\" I said, \\"don't judge me. Judge God. He created the universe and made justice stem from injustices. He brought it about that a people should attain happiness through tears, that the freedom of a nation, like that of a man, should be a monument built upon a pile, a foundation of dead bodies....\\"

\\"But Elisha, I still don't understand why you killed him. Were you his only enemy?\\"

I certainly wanted to hate him.

I wanted to hate him.

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\\n  The Accident\\n... This one evokes some very heavy emotions. I can't begin to imagine what it must be like to lose faith in God and accept death as salvation. Although I'm agnostic, I have many friends, family, and community members who believe in God. I try to put myself in their shoes and think about how they would feel if God were stripped away from them due to extreme suffering. I think a lot of people would have similar thoughts and feelings, although not everyone would express them.

I don't understand why the main character wants to be hated. Is it because of some residue of Stockholm Syndrome? Towards the end, I started to feel frustrated as the timeline became harder to follow. The segment with the painter and the main character was profound and difficult to stomach. Honestly, I added a star because of the strong emotions this installation elicited in me. \\n  Dawn\\n didn't have the same impact on me as \\n  Night\\n and \\n  The Accident\\n.

Let be, and let live.

She liked to relate everything to us. We were always the center of her universe. For her, other mortals lived only to be used as comparisons.
\\"I? I don't look at you,\\" I answered, slightly annoyed. There was a silence. I was biting my tongue. \\"But I love you. You know that.\\"
\\"You love me, but you don't look at me?\\" she asked gloomily. \\"Thanks for the compliment.\\"
\\"You don't understand,\\" I went right on. \\"One doesn't necessarily exclude the other. You can love God, but you can't look at Him.\\" She seemed satisfied with this comparison. I would have to practice lying.

I felt alone, abandoned. Deep inside I discovered a regret: I would have preferred to die.

After the war, when I arrived in Paris, I had often, very often, been urged to tell. I refused. I told myself that the dead didn't need us to be heard. They are less bashful than I. Shame has no hold on them, while I was bashful and ashamed. That's the way it is: shame tortures not the executioners but their victims. The greatest shame is to have been chosen by destiny. Man prefers to blame himself for all possible sins and crimes rather than come to the conclusion that God is capable of the most flagrant injustice. I still blush every time I think of the way God makes fun of human beings, his favorite toys.

\\"I'm telling you,\\" he repeated very softly. \\"One mustn't look at the sea for too long. Not alone, and not at night.\\"

She was fighting stubbornly. \\"I'm strong,\\" she would say. \\"I'll win.\\" And I would answer, \\"You are strong. You are beautiful. You have all of the qualities to conquer the living. But here you are fighting the dead. You cannot conquer the dead!\\" \\"We shall see.\\"

\\"You see? Maybe God is dead, but man is alive. The proof: he is capable of friendship.\\"
\\"But what about the others? The others, Gyula? Those who died? What about them? Besides me, they have no friends.\\"
\\"You must forget them. You must chase them from your memory. With a whip if necessary.\\"

I first read Night as a sophomore in college.

As a child of around the same age as Elie Wiesel was when Night is set, I remember the profound sorrow and intense fear that gripped me while reading.

I initially only took the perspective of him in relation to his childhood.

However, reading it now, approximately 10 years later, I have come to realize that I have explored many different perspectives throughout the book.

I felt a sense of dread from the very first page, for I knew what horrors awaited.

Elie Wiesel is an extraordinary storyteller, with each detail being concise yet incredibly vivid and visceral.

He not only narrates his own story but also captures the experiences of others.

I found myself endeavoring to see the perspectives of those in the cart with him, his mother, and his father.

I did not just view it from his perspective as a teenager but also as a son, a brother, a community member, a developing adolescent, and a person of faith.

Night is an incredible piece of literature that documents human atrocities in a manner that enables the reader to perceive both the macro and micro levels of how such cruelty and brutality impact people of all ages.

There is also a wealth of religious imagery that I noticed for the first time while reading this.

Reading about his journey and struggle with faith, realizing the complexities of faith and questioning everything related to his religion, is a powerful theme.

This theme is also carried throughout Dawn and The Accident.

Dawn is an interesting story where a child who witnessed so much horror then grapples with becoming that which he suffered from and despised.

This is an intriguing way of documenting trauma.

In specific relation to this story, there are numerous dichotomies in Dawn regarding life and death, killing and being killed, mercy and conflict.

I need to conduct more research on the actual historical aspect of the setting, but the story itself is told in a way that truly emphasizes personal struggle and identity.

While technically I think I am now at the age that Elie Wiesel was during the time that Dawn is set, The Accident spoke more to me as a reader.

This story explores trauma in another nuanced way, that of the survivor.

Here, he wrestles with his ghosts from the past, how to form and experience relationships with others who do not understand the trauma he endured and still experiences, and grapples with what it means to be alive.

These profound questions are posed and carried through the entire trilogy.

The brilliance lies in the fact that these questions are pervasive across various contexts, in times of extreme darkness and even in times of light.

Elie Wiesel writes with such raw, human emotion and chronicles his story in a way that is unique to him yet universal in its larger questions and ideas.

I am truly glad that I read this and will continue to reflect on my evolving perceptions of his story, my contemplation of the questions, and just how remarkable this trilogy is as a whole.

I am truly glad to have had the opportunity to read all three of Wiesel's stories in one go.

The first one, Night, is indeed a widely read piece (and now I too have finally joined the ranks of those who have read it!). The other two, Dawn and The Accident, delve into Elie's subsequent life experiences and vividly描绘 how the shadow of being a concentration camp survivor infiltrates every single aspect of his life and very being.

The theme of night weaves through these stories like a dark thread. In Night, the night not only refers to the actual first night Elie spends in the concentration camp but also symbolizes the transformation his life has undergone.

"Never shall I forget that night, the first night in camp which has turned my life into one long night, seven times cursed and seven times sealed." This powerful statement encapsulates the horror and the profound impact that this experience has had on him.

Night also represents his journey from being a human child with a soul and a future to an empty shell. "The night was gone. The morning star was shining in the sky. I too had become a completely different person. The student of the Talmud, the child that I was, had been consumed in flames. There remained only a shape that looked like me. A dark flame had entered into my soul and devoured it." This description is both heartbreaking and poignant.

The destruction of the humanity of the Holocaust survivors is another prominent theme in these three stories. In Night, Elie feels that he is reduced to nothing more than a body, a starved stomach.

"I was a body. Perhaps less than that even: a starved stomach. The stomach alone was aware of the passage of time." This shows the dehumanizing effect of the concentration camp experience.

In Dawn, both themes continue to unfold. Elie grapples with the loss of his humanity in an extraordinary way as he contemplates becoming a murderer. His struggle is not due to his own morality or human feelings but rather because of the judgment he senses from all those he lost during the Holocaust. Throughout the story, Elie is haunted by the presence of the familiar dead, trying to make sense of what their presence means.

Dawn takes place entirely during the night, with its climactic scene occurring at dawn. Elie recalls a beggar he met (now one of the many dead surrounding him) who said, "Night is purer than day; it is better for thinking and loving and dreaming. At night everything is more intense, more true. The echo of words that have been spoken during the day takes on a new and deeper meaning. The tragedy of man is that he doesn’t know how to distinguish between day and night. He says things at night that should only be said by day." Ilana, a peer of Elie's who feels sorry for him, remarks, "War is like night...It covers everything."

The final story, The Accident, specifically addresses the ongoing difficulties that Holocaust survivors face. They cannot forget (nor do they want to), and they are burdened with guilt and shame, both for having endured what they did and for having survived.

"That’s the way it is: shame tortures not the executioners but their victims. The greatest shame is to have been chosen by destiny. Man prefers to blame himself for all possible sins and crimes rather than come to the conclusion that God is capable of the most flagrant injustice. I still blush every time I think of the way God makes fun of human beings, his favorite toys." "We cannot forget. The images are there in front of our eyes. Even if our eyes were no longer there, the images would remain. I think if I were able to forget I would hate myself. Our stay there planted time bombs within us. From time to time one of them explodes. And then we are nothing but suffering, shame and guilt."

In this story, after a near-death experience, Elie ponders the need to be a better liar in order to navigate the world. He has to lie about loving his girlfriend Kathleen and about wanting to live. As he witnesses the suffering his memories inflict on Kathleen, Elie realizes, "I knew that our suffering changes us. But I didn’t know that it could also destroy others."

The last quotation that I will include strikes me as a remarkably clear and honest statement about the lives that Holocaust survivors (and other survivors of brutal violence and injustice) lead. "Anyone who has seen what they have seen cannot be like the others, cannot laugh, love, pray, bargain, suffer, have fun, or forget… These people have been amputated; they haven’t lost their legs or eyes but their will and their taste for life."

Themes such as WW2, concentration camp, Jewish, translation, memoir, short story, tragedy, violence, life and death, survival, guilt, shame, memory, and fate are all interwoven throughout Wiesel's powerful works, leaving a lasting impact on the reader.

Night is the only true story within this book of three.

The others are fictional, and yet, they too have their place. They depict what occurs after surviving the most unimaginable hell, Hitler's concentration camp. Surviving, but not truly living, one's life thereafter.

The tales pose questions such as what is God and why things like Nazi Germany were permitted to happen. These questions are not answered but rather asked.

If you are seeking a light and happy read, do not pick up this book. It is a worthy read indeed, but Night left me depressed for days. It took nearly a month before I could bring myself to read the other two in the trilogy.

It is a powerful and thought-provoking work that forces us to confront the atrocities of the past and the profound questions they raise about our existence and the nature of evil.

Despite its沉重的主题, it is an important book that should not be overlooked.

One of the truly frightening aspects of the Holocaust is the unsettling truth that, contrary to our hopes and beliefs, it was predominantly carried out by ordinary individuals. We have a natural inclination to think that only monsters are capable of committing monstrous deeds. This belief provides us with a sense of comfort and reassurance, convincing us that we could never engage in such heinous acts. However, the reality of human nature is far more complex.

I first read "Night" some time ago, and what deeply struck me was Wiesel's profound guilt over a momentary thought of wishing his father would simply pass away. The survival instinct can grip us all, and no one is impervious to its power. No one can truly fathom what they would do if confronted with the horrors that Wiesel and others who have endured such extreme deprivation faced.

This is the first time I have read "Dawn" and "Day (The Accident)," and the truly remarkable feature of Wiesel's writing is his ability to present, in a sense, the dilemmas that survivors encounter in a simple yet powerful way. Throughout "Dawn," I truly began to believe that Elisha would not be able to carry out the execution of the British officer. The fact that he went through with this horrible act, and yet I felt as much for him as for the soldier, is deeply chilling in what it reveals. It is not about bad people, but rather about the bad acts that good people can ultimately find themselves committing. And in "Day (The Accident)," the question of whether one can truly leave behind a past filled with such tremendous tragedy to move on and live a normal life is an extremely difficult one. After all, the past shapes us in so many ways and makes us who we are in the present, making it impossible to completely discard.

Wiesel's works should be mandatory reading for everyone.

This book had been sitting on my bookshelf for quite a while.

Recently, I noticed that even German magazines and newspapers were drawing comparisons between the U.S. under 45 and prewar Germany.

This led me to think that perhaps some reading and information about the Holocaust would be highly relevant.

The images of babies in cages, the demonization of others, and shock troopers conducting raids and ripping children from their families are truly disturbing.

A populace that turns a blind eye simply because it doesn't directly impact them is also a cause for concern.

Even the Jews in Wiesel's first story "Night" refused to believe that the machinery of the Holocaust had begun, despite having almost direct evidence to the contrary.

I wonder how many mass shootings targeted at Mexican/immigrants, how many children will remain in cages, and how many deaths and deportations will occur before we finally realize that history is repeating itself.

This publication actually consists of three novellas. The first one is by far the best and most horrifying.

The second describes his time as a terrorist, his words, in the fight to establish the State of Israel.

The third, for me, is the least engaging as it is filled with philosophical musings on the events of the previous two and his new life and loves in the U.S.

Overall, this book offers a thought-provoking exploration of some deeply disturbing topics.