I am here because of your mini-interview--I missed this at the time you posted it, or maybe I was daunted by the subject matter.
I have come to accept that not everyone is going to read every single one of my posts!
I feel sick and dizzy and frightened, and it's not like I didn't know about Nazis, you know??
When Andrea asked for book recommendations, I thought about whether I really wanted to go with the Holocaust novel, because not everyone right now is going to want to read a Holocaust novel, but it's been so much on my mind lately. I'm not even sarcastically going to say I can't imagine why.
--I'll say. I feel like I have a chest wound right now that's spurting gouts of blood, but I look down and see I don't, so.
*hugs*
The destruction of memory frightens me—personally, culturally. It's a frightening book. Knowing how much of himself Pressberger put into it doesn't even make it feel like an exorcism. We are watching memory fracture and fade and be co-opted and rewritten: it feels like a haunting that's still going on.
Man. ... It's like the essay you blogged: some damage makes an imprint that ultimately destroys (although Pressburger didn't lose his moral self--so in that sense not destroyed but shit, the mental cages...
The idea of a haunting as a scar on time really resonates with me. I think the way that not just individual people but generations are damaged by these radioactive imprints is one of the reasons why.
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I have come to accept that not everyone is going to read every single one of my posts!
I feel sick and dizzy and frightened, and it's not like I didn't know about Nazis, you know??
When Andrea asked for book recommendations, I thought about whether I really wanted to go with the Holocaust novel, because not everyone right now is going to want to read a Holocaust novel, but it's been so much on my mind lately. I'm not even sarcastically going to say I can't imagine why.
--I'll say. I feel like I have a chest wound right now that's spurting gouts of blood, but I look down and see I don't, so.
*hugs*
The destruction of memory frightens me—personally, culturally. It's a frightening book. Knowing how much of himself Pressberger put into it doesn't even make it feel like an exorcism. We are watching memory fracture and fade and be co-opted and rewritten: it feels like a haunting that's still going on.
Man. ... It's like the essay you blogged: some damage makes an imprint that ultimately destroys (although Pressburger didn't lose his moral self--so in that sense not destroyed but shit, the mental cages...
The idea of a haunting as a scar on time really resonates with me. I think the way that not just individual people but generations are damaged by these radioactive imprints is one of the reasons why.