Book Review: DAY by Elie Wiesel
DAY by Elie Wiesel is not a book I would describe as ‘enjoyable.' There is nothing remotely enjoyable about reading about the pain, the raw misery and anguish the haunt-filled nightmares of a Holocaust survivor. DAY, while not a long book, is compellingly persuasive. I suggest consuming this story rather than reading it. Allow your mind to travel back unfettered by predisposition and predilection. Be willing to hand over emotional control to the author for the duration of this important and necessary voyage.
The author’s style of writing this poignant piece is to allow his main character to dredge up the past, fuse memories and dreams while allowing him the guiltless freedom to taunt the reoccurring nightmares which oppressively collide into his existence. For the Reader, the naked, aching ferocity of those horrifying exposed nightmares are chilling. However, for the proprietor of these haunts, since it is he who lives every waking moment inundated, he chooses to spend his seconds on earth beckoning Death to do His duty; to once and for all end the misery, and reunite him with the dead stolen so ruthlessly from his life.
Man’s cruelty to man is one message which comes through loud and clear, but the story is so much more than that. Wiesel faces down that cruelty, mocks it, belittles it, and strips it of its strength to cause fear. Yes, in the end, it is evident the monsters of the past held the reign of decision, but through their destruction and cruelty, they too became the prisoners of their hate just as much as those they sought to destroy. In the end, there are no answers, only more questions, and for this small span of existence, for this spectacle of place, for this moment in the sand of time, that has to be enough ...