Rarely has a such a short novel made me think as much as this one, usually its the 500 page sledgehammer that creeps into your dreams as you absorb it over a few weeks, in barely 80 pages Elie Wiesel burrows into the subconcious,into the darkest part of the soul.
The setting is Palestine, 1947ish, the brits are still running the mandate. Palestine is home to thousands of holocaust survivors from all over Europe,desperate people who have seen death and the lowest points of the human experience. Cultured souls from the Jewish disapora, who have seen their pre-war world shattered, they fight for what they believe. A young fighter has been asked to execute a british soldier.....he will have to kill him at dawn...
Wiesel looks hard at the mindset of the group of young Jewish fighters against british occupation gathered in a house near Tel Aviv, their motivations for the violence they are inflicting on the occupiers.
Try to picture these young,idealistic ruthless fighters, then compare them to the Palestinians of today, the idealistic,ruthless Hamas fighters in Gaza....there isnt much difference at all.
This is certainly a bleak novel. Wiesel survived the death camps as a teenager, he saw hell on earth, this novel is set far from Europe but the hell of the camps is in every sentence....unspoken.