One Generation After by Elie WieselOne Generation After by Elie Wiesel

One Generation After

byElie Wiesel

Paperback | September 13, 1987

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Twenty years after he and his family were deported from Sighet to Auschwitz, Elie Wiesel returned to his town in search of the watch—a bar mitzvah gift—he had buried in his backyard before they left.
ELIE WIESEL was awarded the Nobel Peace Prize in 1986. The author of more than fifty internationally acclaimed works of fiction and nonfiction, he was Andrew W. Mellon Professor in the Humanities and University Professor at Boston University for forty years. Wiesel died in 2016.
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Title:One Generation AfterFormat:PaperbackDimensions:224 pages, 8 × 5.2 × 0.56 inPublished:September 13, 1987Publisher:Knopf Doubleday Publishing GroupLanguage:English

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ISBN - 10:0805207139

ISBN - 13:9780805207132

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Rated 5 out of 5 by from Poetically haunting This is a very difficult and painful book to read. It is written very poetically - its images truthful and without embellishment. Within it lies the tortured soul of Elie Wiesel, a survivor of the Holocaust. This book provides insight into why the author is so driven to make every precious moment of his life count. Author of more than 50 books, recipient of the Nobel Peace Prize in 1986, he writes about his return to his hometown to find his watch, perhaps to find pieces of himself, before the Holocaust. Brutal are the remembrances. It repeatedly causes you to ask yourself, "How could something like this have happened? Why did the world stand by and do nothing?" Devastatingly, we continue to ignore the cries of others throughout the world today. As Elie Wiesel ended his address to the General Assembly of the United Nations on January 24, 2005, "....will the world ever learn?" Thank you for your courage in writing, in speaking and in educating us about something that never should have happened to mankind - and yet did. I will continue to read, to learn and I pledge today, that I will bear witness. Go and buy this book, read it, talk about it, share it with others and learn from it. It is worth your time.
Date published: 2012-10-28

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Twenty-five years. A quarter century. And we pause, trying to find our bearings, trying to understand: what and how much did these years mean? To some a generation, to others an eternity. A generation perhaps without eternity. Children condemned never to grow old, old men doomed never to die. A solitude engulfing entire peoples, a guilt tormenting all humanity. A despair that found a face but not a name. A memory cursed, yet refusing to pass on its curse and hate. An attempt to understand, perhaps even to forgive. That is a generation. Ours. ### For the new one it will soon be ancient history. Unrelated to today’s conflicts and arguments. Without impact on the aspirations and actions of adolescents eager to live and conquer the future. The past interests them only to the extent that they can reject it. Auschwitz? Never heard of it. And yet there is a logic in history. The future is but a result of conditions past and present. Everything is connected, everything has its place. Man makes the transition from the era of holocaust silence to the era of communication with remarkable ease. Once walled in by ghettos, man now takes flight to the moon. If today we live too quickly, it is because yesterday we died too quickly. If today we endow machines with increasingly wide powers, it is because the generation before us so foolishly left its fate and decisions in the hands of man.###Spring 1945: emerging from its nightmare, the world discovers the camps, the death factories. The senseless horror, the debasement: the absolute reign of evil. Victory tastes of ashes.Yes, it is possible to defile life and creation and feel no remorse. To tend one's garden and water one's flowers but two steps away from barbed wire. To experiment with monstrous mutations and still believe in the soul and immortality. To go on vacation, be enthralled by the beauty of a landscape, make children laugh—and still fulfill regularly, day in and day out, the duties of killer.There was, then, a technique, a science of murder, complete with specialized laboratories, business meetings and progress charts. Those engaged in its practice did not belong to a gutter society of misfits, not could they be dismissed as just a collection of rabble. Many held degrees in philosophy, sociology, biology, general medicine, psychiatry and the fine arts. There were lawyers among them. And—unthinkable but true—theologians. And aristocrats.###Astounded, the victors find it difficult to accept the facts: that in the twentieth century, man's armor against himself and others should be so thin and vulnerable. Yes, good and evil coexist without the one influencing the other; the devil himself strived for an ideal: he too sees himself as pure and incorruptible. Inherited values count for nothing. Seeds sown by earlier generations? Lost in the sand, blown away by the wind. Nothing is certain, the present erases triumphs and treasures with hallucinating speed. Civilization? Foam that crests the waves and vanishes. Lack of morality and a perverted taste for bloodshed are unrelated to the individual's social and cultural background. It is possible to be born into the upper or middle class, receive a first-rate education, respect parents and neighbors, visit museums and attend literary gatherings, play a role in public life, and begin one day to massacre men, women and children, without hesitation and without guilt. It is possible to fire your gun at living targets and nonetheless delight in the cadence of a poem, the composition of a painting, One's spiritual legacy provides no screen, ethical concepts offer no protection. One may torture the son before his father's eyes and still consider oneself a man of culture and religion. And dream of a peaceful sunset over the sea.Had the killers been brutal savages of demented sadists, the shock would have been less. And also the disappointment.

Editorial Reviews

“Hassidic stories and rabbinic interpretations shine through the personal reminiscences and humble prayers addressed to God.” —Saturday Review“In this book of anecdotes, autobiographical fragments, conversations with victims, introspective analyses, dialogues of faith, and essays, [Wiesel] searches among the testimony of the survivors and contemporary events for possible answers or lessons that Auschwitz might have offered the generation born since the war. Society, he states, has not changed, and nothing has been learned.” —Publishers Weekly“In an incredibly moving collection of essays, tales, and autobiographical sketches, Wiesel describes the agonizing plight of the Holocaust survivor who must try to relate that which is beyond words, and to search for meaning in experiences that defy understanding. Many of the haunting themes, memorable characters, and striking episodes of Wiesel’s novels are intimately revealed in these pages.” —Library Journal