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Genre: Drama Main characters: Oskar Schindler Summary: “[...] this is the story of the pragmatic triumph of good over evil, a triumph in eminently measurable, statistical, unsubtle terms“. This is a story of one man who has almost single-handedly rescued the lives of over 1000 (mainly) Polish Jews during the Holocaust. Oskar Schindler was, at first, just a guy who wanted to profit from the war, from the cheap labor hand available. He bought a small factory of enamelware, hired Jew personnel and made a small fortune off it. As the war progressed and the conditions worsened he treated his employees better than most and cared about them, ensuring their small comforts by bribing German officials. When the officials order his factory disbanded and his workers sent to concentration camps, Schindler does not despair but opens a new factory in Czechoslovakia, this time an ammunition one, and persuades the authorities to allow him to take his 1100 Jews with him. |
They say that one can see the true face of a man when in extraordinary circumstances. That couldn’t be more true in Schindler’s case. As his wife states, he was a man who’s done nothing out of the ordinary either before the war or after. In time of peace he was nothing but a man passionate of liquor, a spender and a womanizer. As the author puts it, “He was fortunate, therefore, that in that short fierce era between 1939 and 1945 he had met people who summoned forth his deeper talents.“. During those years he was reckless in his struggle for saving human lives, for providing better conditions to as may Jews as he could — so reckless that I couldn’t help fearing for him for a good portion of a book (although I knew, of course, that both him and his “Schindlerjuden” will get through the war unscathed). His courage in playing with the SS (his utter recklessness) are on the verge of incredible and the elements that differentiate him from any other Jew-helping person of those years — there were a lot of factory owners who made their Jew employees’ life more endurable, but no one that I know of took the risk Schindler dared to take.
You know, I have always thought Oskar Schindler a character too good to be true. Yet in this book I got to discover the man behind the myth — and the two were more similar than I thought they could be (speaking of which I have really liked the fact that Keneally warned the reader beforehand when a story people told about Schindler was not supported by evidence, so as to form an image of Schindler as close to the truth as possible — these cases were few and far between though; most of what’s told about Schindler is actually true).
A character worth noting is also Schindler’s wife, Emilie. He never treated her right and the couple would split about 10 years after the war ended, but during the war she was his very match. While she, as a woman, never encountered the risks Oskar took, she nevertheless did whatever in her powers to help the Schindlerjuden through the war — she cooked for them, she nursed them, etc., and I think lots of the Jews in Schindler’s factory owe their lives also to her careful nursing.
Leaving Oskar and Emilie aside, the book is a story about suffering. About hope (for the people in Oskar’s factory), but also about people who didn’t make it through the Holocaust alive, and the mind-bending tribulations of those who did. The moments that I have found the most frightening were some in the first half of the book, when the Krakow ghetto was raided repeatedly by the Nazi soldiers. There is a particular time when some people stand and listen to the megaphones announcing another raid and to the sounds of soldiers getting closer, and my mind can hardly contain their fright (or the fright I would have had in their place): of the horrors approaching, of the fact that these may very well be their last moments of normal life before going to a ghetto — or their last moments of life period. That part of history is truly a dark time, and I do know that this book is one that touches but little the many horrors that have passed. (I see that I use the word “horror” a lot; it is the single one that comes to my mind that I find expresses those happenings well)
This book has made me see some things from some new perspectives — for example, I have never thought about the way the normal, decent people of say Poland have regarded the brutality of what was happening around them. As the author puts it (on Schindler finding out about concentration camps):
“To write these things now is to state the commonplaces of history. But to find them out in 1942, to have them break upon you from a June sky, was to suffer a fundamental shock, a derangement in that area of the brain in which stable ideas about humankind and its possibilities are kept.”
On a personal note, I was amazed to find out the fact that Schindler has spent a part of his later years in a flat near the main railway station in Frankfurt. I myself have visited Frankfurt last year and have stayed at a hotel very near the main railway station — so it’s very possible that I have treaded the same streets he had treaded all those years before (at least metaphorically speaking as a lot can happen to the streets/pavements in more than thirty years). I feel sorry that I didn’t know that before as I am always very impressed when I happen to be in the same place as a historical character once was.
You know, at first I have thought of this book as a normal novel, and I have been a bit upset that it isn’t written as one — it is written as a documentary and as such it is hard to read at times and hard to relate to at others. At first I would have liked it to have, I don’t know, more dialogue, more things written about the people, perhaps the people’s feelings, not barely the things happening to them. On reaching the end I have understood though that this book isn’t meant to be read as a novel — it’s a testimony, from that time to ours, and as such it’s meant to be based on fact; the dialogues and description of people’s feelings could have only been inventions detracting from its truth.
What I liked most: In a way, what I have liked most (or what fascinated me the most — which is not necessarily the same thing) was the duality of Oskar. I have always thought that people are either good or bad, either moral or imoral. Oskar’s morality is… well, open to debate, as for example he never cared to hide at least from his wife the fact that he took mistresses. As the author once put it, “Just the same, the reflection can hardly be avoided that Amon was Oskar’s dark brother, was the berserk and fanatic executioner Oskar might, by some unhappy reversal of his appetites, have become.“. I cannot help feeling it was by a turn of chance, of incredible chance, that Oskar has been pushed, by some event, on this path rather than on any other that he might have taken (not that I want to debase his heroism or his humanity in any way). I’m probably mistaken.
Other than that, what I liked most (actually liked this time) was the fact that the author has been documenting a lot before writing this book: he visited places, he talked to people, he read documents, all that in order to have a book as close to the truth as possible, and I, as a reader thank him deeply for that. I have also liked the way the author follows the story even after Oskar and his Jews parted ways (this book focuses mainly on Oskar though, if you want to know even more of what happen to the Jews, their stories are told in another book written by the same author, Schindler’s Legacy)
What I liked least: Nothing. There is nothing to like least/not like about this kind of book.
Recommend it? If you’re interested in those years — absolutely!
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