And that, as they say, is that.
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contemplative - Current Music:Strange Stuff
And that, as they say, is that.
- Current Location:Home
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artistic - Current Music:Dark Knight Soundtrack
And that, as they say, is that.
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content - Current Music:Some random New Age Stuff
- Irène Némirovsky, Suite française
( On the soulCollapse )
And that, as they say, is that.
- Current Location:University of Indianapolis
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The first problem he faced was writing about his childhood. In his twenties at the time of writing, the years with his family still together, still happy, religious and relatively without fear of war. Weisel at age twelve, on the precipice of adolescence, trying with all his might to learn what it is to be a Jewish man, rather than Jewish boy, before the time is right. The innocence inherent in such a boy, with the naivete that comes with so few years could not imagine the horrors fate preordained him to endure. What was it like for Weisel to think back to those days, talking with his father, mother, sisters and friends, his mentor Moishe the Beadle? Having seen his mother and sisters carted off to be gassed, known that the death babies burned without remorse from anyone, watched his father slowly waste away, seen the death of his very faith, what did Weisel feel writing those sections. Were their tears? Was there anger? Somehow, I don't think either took place. I think the truth is far worse.
The way I understand it, his time in the camps completely obliterated such emotional reactions from Weisel. His tears dried up, the anger reduced to apathy and the hatred now simply a fact of everyday life. Despite this, there was, I am positive, pain. However, it is not the pain that the rest of us understand, we who have not seen horror on that scale or of that magnitude. The pain is buried in a deep blackness, like the depths of space with no more stars, and it howls weakly, echoing infinitely nonetheless.
What of the camps, though? They still stand, slowly decaying, but standing as an ostensibly eternal reminder of the past? How does Weisel think of them? Is the anger truly devolved merely into apathy, or has it had time to fester and mature into something of greater worth, something to be harnessed? I think the memoir itself is a testament to that, but there is very little anger in Night itself. It is a very matter of fact memoir, devoid of almost any emotion. When the emotion does come to the surface, it is numbed, dull. But that is the text. What was Weisel thinking, feeling, knowing as he wrote the multiple manuscripts of his time in the camps?
When he finished Night, what did he do? Did he break down, even after all the numbing? Was there a sigh? A need for another? Was there an uplifting or just a further weight on the mind? Did the darkness recede, grow deeper, or stay the same? When his book became the second seminal Holocaust memoir, did the pain return?
I cannot, nor perhaps should I, know.
John Schutt
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And that, as they say, is that.
John Schutt
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good
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There's blog one, over-eloquent and raw. It was fun to write.
John Schutt
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contemplative - Current Music:Show Me How Live, Audioslave
As for Valneeth, I haven't touched it in a while, though I really want to . Too much life stuff gets in the way and I need to decide how I'm going to structure things.
Goal is still GenCon 2010, so we'll see.
That, as they say, is that.
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blah - Current Music:Fade Away, Breaking Benjamin
So the supermodule I wrote about last time is in the can. I looked at the concept and realized it was crap and the ideas were basically cookie cutter stuff that stroked my ego and my geek fetishes in gaming (not sexual at all, I swear. Serious). But I posted a little something about it here:Paizo's Site and here:Sinister Adventures: Nick Logue's Gaming Company.. The document itself can be found through google docs on here: Rupture of the Tower of Valneeth.
This thing is, as the last, to be done with the PFRPG, however it is much smaller. Around 50,000 words is the current plan. Also unlike the last one, I fully intend to finish this damnable thing in the next year if it kills me. I'll hire editors, top scale artists and God knows what else before this thing is done, but by GenCon 2010, I expect to have a manuscript ready for editing or, if I'm really lucky, layout!
And that, as they say, is that.
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determined - Current Music:Way Beyond, 32 Leaves