I was lying in bed, feeling rather content and thankful for life in general, when BAM! I remembered the story from this novel and felt paralyzed by a nameless fear, not just general anxiety about the future of humanity, but a gut fear of danger... and when I tried to name the fear, all I could think of was ... I was afraid of the Holocaust.
I've read biographical and autobiographical Holocaust literature and taught literature and shown videos etc to my students, such as Maus, Anne Frank, Gerda Klein, but I've never experienced this personal fear of the Holocaust before. I don't know if I would ever choose to teach this particular novel, though I most certainly will continue to teach other literary and historical fiction and nonfiction about the Holocaust. I was told the movie adaption of this novel is very good, but I have no desire to watch it.