A quick perusal of reviews found either those who generally liked it and said nothing of substance to substantiate why or those who criticized it for its nonlinear narrative and depressive tone. I've found it (at the halfway point) delightful, fair-minded, informative, and while perhaps more philosophical than most readers might prefer, he was a philosopher, a Jewish mystic, and the telling reflects the mind so beautifully. I found the prose often lyrical, unwrapping the tender youth with clarity but a certain compassion for self that the wisest of us gain for our youthful selves. The tone was conversational, often confiding in such friendly manner, that we were drawn into his circle as much by our interest as his yearning. I found the structure entirely appropriate to the linear development of his mind, even if individual events were teased and broken into sections. As a historical primary source, it's absolutely priceless.
Well Wiesel says of the writing he considers in his youth: “Of course, I could write my memories of the camp, which I bore within me like a poison. Though I never spoke to anyone about this, it weighed upon me. I thought about it with apprehension day and night: the duty to testify, to offer depositions for history, to serve memory. What would man be without his capacity to remember? Memory is a passion no less powerful or persuasive than love. What does it mean to remember? It is to live in more than one world, to prevent the past from fading and to call upon the future to illuminate it. It is to revive fragments of existence, to rescue lost beings, to cast harsh light on faces and events, to drive back the sands that cover the surface of things, to combat oblivion and to reject death. All this I knew. And because I knew it, I told myself I should write.”
What writer could remain unmoved by that?
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At completion I find myself truly sad that I'll not be picking it up again to hear the most utterly human voice I think I've ever conversed with. The book is in so many ways a conversation between one of the greatest thinkers of our time, someone who stood at the signposts of history and testified with humility and candor and courage, and the simple reader. I found it completely charming, reverentially committed to preserving people for history, equally poetic and incisive. How perfect that it began with his connection to his parents and siblings and ended with his connection to his wife and children - friends, experiences, careers, work, but always the aleph and beth - family.
I have a high tolerance for philosophy and mysticism so take my review for what it is. Having read the portrait of his soul by his own hand, however, I look forward to reading his fiction and rereading Night with much deeper understanding of his milieu at its writing. Truly, one of the greatest human beings I could imagine meeting and definitely one of the 5 people with whom I'd love to share an afternoon sitting outside at a cafe in Paris.