Most of us who love to read novels have read dozens of them about the horrors of Nazi Germany. We’ve read incredibly powerful, sad, moving, stories of people who fought against fascism, about those who survived concentration camps, and about millions of people who died at the hands of society who chose to elect a narcissist spewing hate and bigotry. We’ve railed against the atrocities, we’ve wept for the dead, we’ve marveled at how something so seemingly impossible became possible. We vow, never again, never again, never again.
So why now do we sit on our hands and talk politely about books?
When I first started my blog I would occasionally get political but since about 2009 I’ve mainly avoided such posts. But if there were ever a time for us to dust off our outrage and make the connection between all those WWII novels and what is happening right now in the U.S., the time is now.
Do it for The Glass Room
Do it for HHhH
Do it for Sarah’s Key
Do it for Maus
Do it for The Boy in the Striped Pajamas
Do it for Schindler’s Ark
Do it for Everything Is Illuminated
Do it for Sophie’s Choice
Do it for The Shawl
Do it for The Assault
You choose. You’ve read some. Just do something, say something, don’t stay quiet.