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A beautiful, moving tribute to the pervasive power of stories: the ones we tell to others or ourselves, the ones we hear, especially the ones we believe. It reveals how we use them to frame our world -help ourselves make sense of it -even offer some control of the way we engage with our own realities.
Aside from the tremendous character development and flawed charm of the protagonist, I found this a terribly courageous look at the roots of how a town, a people and a nation could so succumb to gradualism and to something as unspeakable as the Holocaust. The author never flinches from exposing all of the self-deceptions, excuses, rationalizations, and cowardice, just as she gives us glimpses of how many tried, in every way they knew, to make a difference in changing its course, or saving even just one.
Many passages as carefully layered as this one:
And later:
All of this plays out through the years and years of simple life in a simple small town that showcases in quietly intimate ways how ordinary people absorb, and pass through such a blight of human history.
We make choices of how to view our world. Above all else, I feel this novel impresses one with the responsibility of those choices
Aside from the tremendous character development and flawed charm of the protagonist, I found this a terribly courageous look at the roots of how a town, a people and a nation could so succumb to gradualism and to something as unspeakable as the Holocaust. The author never flinches from exposing all of the self-deceptions, excuses, rationalizations, and cowardice, just as she gives us glimpses of how many tried, in every way they knew, to make a difference in changing its course, or saving even just one.
Many passages as carefully layered as this one:
Politics were like history. Only they were happening now. But they were linked to history. Her father had told her about the feudal system, in which people used to get land from lords in return for total allegiance. Like fighting in battles. "We Germans have a history of sacrificing everything for one strong leader," her father had said. "It's our fear of chaos."
And later:
"But I worry about the German attraction for one strong leader, one father figure who makes you obey, who is strong enough to make you obey....Who tells you 'This is the right thing to do.' I worry about the belief that our strength is a military strength."
All of this plays out through the years and years of simple life in a simple small town that showcases in quietly intimate ways how ordinary people absorb, and pass through such a blight of human history.
We make choices of how to view our world. Above all else, I feel this novel impresses one with the responsibility of those choices