On 5 April the inmates are told the camp is to be liquidated and they are to be moved—another death march. On 11 April, with 20, inmates still inside, a resistance movement inside the camp attacks the remaining SS officers and takes control. Wiesel wanted to move to Palestine after his release, but because of British immigration restrictions was sent instead by the Oeuvre au Secours aux Enfants Children's Rescue Service to Belgium, then Normandy. In Normandy he learned that his two older sisters, Hilda and Beatrice, had survived.
From to he studied the Talmud , philosophy and literature at the Sorbonne , where he was influenced by the existentialists , attending lectures by Jean-Paul Sartre and Martin Buber. He also taught Hebrew , and worked as a translator for the Yiddish weekly Zion in Kamf. In , when he was 19, he was sent to Israel as a war correspondent by the French newspaper L'arche , and after the Sorbonne became chief foreign correspondent of the Tel Aviv newspaper Yedioth Ahronoth. Wiesel wrote in that he kept his story to himself for ten years.
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Wiesel started writing on board a ship to Brazil, where he had been assigned to cover Christian missionaries within Jewish communities, and by the end of the journey had completed an page manuscript. Turkov asked if he could read Wiesel's manuscript. Wiesel wrote in All Rivers Run to the Sea that he handed Turkov his only copy and that it was never returned, but also that he Wiesel "cut down the original manuscript from pages to the of the published Yiddish edition.
It was the th book in a volume series of Yiddish memoirs of Poland and the war, Dos poylishe yidntum Polish Jewry , — Even with Mauriac's help they had difficulty finding a publisher; Wiesel said they found it too morbid. Lindon edited the text down to pages. Wiesel's New York agent, Georges Borchardt , encountered the same difficulty finding a publisher in the United States.
By Night was selling , copies a year in the United States. By it had sold six million copies in that country, and was available in 30 languages.
Republished with a new translation by Marion Wiesel, Wiesel's wife, and a new preface by Wiesel, it sat at no. Reviewers have had difficulty reading Night as an eyewitness account. Literary critic Ruth Franklin writes that Night ' s impact stems from its minimalist construction. The Yiddish version, at pages, was a long and angry historical work.
In preparation for the French edition, Wiesel's editors pruned without mercy. Franklin writes that Night is the account of the year-old Eliezer, a "semi-fictional construct", told by the year-old Elie Wiesel. This allows the year-old to tell his story from "the post-Holocaust vantage point" of Night's readers. In re-writing rather than simply translating Un di Velt Hot Geshvign , Wiesel replaced an angry survivor who regards "testimony as a refutation of what the Nazis did to the Jews," with one "haunted by death, whose primary complaint is directed against God Seidman argues that the Yiddish version was for Jewish readers, who wanted to hear about revenge, but the anger was removed for the largely Christian readership of the French translation.
In the Yiddish edition, for example, when Buchenwald was liberated: And to rape German shiksas [ un tsu fargvaldikn daytshe shikses ]. But of revenge, not a sign. Oprah Winfrey's promotion of Night came at a difficult time for the genre of memoir, Franklin writes, after a previous book-club author, James Frey , was found to have fabricated parts of his autobiography, A Million Little Pieces She argues that Winfrey's choice of Night may have been intended to restore the book club's credibility.
Wiesel wrote in about a visit to a Rebbe , a Hasidic rabbi, he had not seen for 20 years. The Rebbe is upset to learn that Wiesel has become a writer, and wants to know what he writes. Donadio, Rachel 20 January From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia. Night Bantam Books edition, with the original English translation and cover adapted from the French edition. Ghettos in Nazi-occupied Europe. Oh well, what of it? You don't die of it Here came the Rabbi, his back bent, his face shaved His mere presence among the deportees added a touch of unreality to the scene.
It was like a page torn from some story book One by one they passed in front of me, teachers, friends, others, all those I had been afraid of, all those I once could have laughed at, all those I had lived with over the years.
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They went by, fallen, dragging their packs, dragging their lives, deserting their homes, the years of their childhood, cringing like beaten dogs. Men to the left! Women to the right! Eight words spoken quietly, indifferently, without emotion. Eight short, simple words. For a part of a second I glimpsed my mother and my sisters moving away to the right.
Tzipora held Mother's hand. I saw them disappear into the distance; my mother was stroking my sister's fair hair Never shall I forget those flames which consumed my faith forever.
Never shall I forget that nocturnal silence which deprived me, for all eternity, of the desire to live. Never shall I forget those moments which murdered my God and my soul and turned my dreams to dust. Never shall I forget these things, even if I am condemned to live as long as God Himself. Behind me, I heard the same man asking: Where is God now? And I heard a voice within me answer him: Here He is—He is hanging here on this gallows. Because He caused thousands of children to burn in His mass graves? Because He kept six crematoria working day and night, including Sabbath and the Holy Days?
Because in His great might, He had created Auschwitz, Birkenau, Buna, and so many other factories of death? How could I say to Him: Blessed be Thou, Almighty, Master of the Universe , who chose us among all nations to be tortured day and night, to watch as our fathers, our mothers, our brothers end up in the furnaces?
But now, I no longer pleaded for anything. I was no longer able to lament. On the contrary, I felt very strong. I was the accuser, God the accused. Near me, men were collapsing in the dirty snow. I rubbed his hand, crying: They're trying to throw you out of the carriage His body remained inert You see , I cried.
The two men moved away. But at that same moment this thought came into my mind. Don't let me find him! If only I could get rid of this dead weight, so that I could use all my strength to struggle for my own survival, and only worry about myself.
His last word was my name. A summons, to which I did not respond. I did not weep, and it pained me that I could not weep. But I had no more tears. When he said Jesus again I couldn't take it, and for the only time in my life I was discourteous, which I regret to this day. I closed my notebook and went to the elevator. He ran after me. He answered, they were a sort of fowls; and by the description Mr. Maundrell perceived he meant the same kind with our quails.
That is, 'and they flew in the air, at the height of two cubits above the ground. Verse Click for Chapter. It scattered them up to two cubits deep all around the camp, as far as a day's walk in any direction. For miles in every direction there were quail flying about three feet above the ground. New American Standard Bible Now there went forth a wind from the LORD and it brought quail from the sea, and let them fall beside the camp, about a day's journey on this side and a day's journey on the other side, all around the camp and about two cubits deep on the surface of the ground.
King James Bible And there went forth a wind from the LORD, and brought quails from the sea, and let them fall by the camp, as it were a day's journey on this side, and as it were a day's journey on the other side, round about the camp, and as it were two cubits high upon the face of the earth. They were flying three feet off the ground for about a day's journey in every direction. Contemporary English Version Some time later the LORD sent a strong wind that blew quails in from the sea until Israel's camp was completely surrounded with birds, piled up about a meter high for many kilometers in every direction.
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