I have not read this book yet but I did listen to the BBC radio version broadcast around the year 1967 I think. I would have been thirteen or fourteen years old at that time. I was at home, alone, and came upon it by chance, twiddling the dials looking for something interesting. The play caused me a concatenation of emotions: horror, revulsion, disbelief and, it must be said, a kind of fascination I regard it as one of the formative moments of my education as it lay before me, at a very impressionable age, the unimaginable possibilities of human cruelty. No details spared, the facts about what happened at Auschwitz are presented as evidence in a courtroom, giving it an immense understated power and resonance. Listeners/readers are left to paint their own picture and draw their own conclusions. My conclusions are quite beyond words at this time. But as the distance in time from these events lengthens beyond living memory, their reverberation only becomes louder it seems to me, not least because of subsequent state-sanctioned holocausts, for example in Mao's China or more recently in Congo, Yugoslavia, and Rwanda. "The Investigation" has been part of my own investigation into human violence. To quote Krishnamurti:
"This is really the maim issue - what can you as a human being, living in this country, do when you see the terrible disorder brought about by the army, the politicians and the priests, by individuals with their selfishness, their arrogance, their brutality and their violence. (...) And we have to be serious because the house is burning, not somebody else's house but our own house is on fire. We have to be very serious, not only to put the fire out, but also to bring about a different kind of house that cannot catch fire at any time, which means living a life of absolute inward order where there is no war, no fear. "