If you’re looking for a book that is a quick read but will linger in your thoughts long after you’ve returned it, Memory, by Phillippe Grimbert, may be the book for you. I read this book in two short afternoons, but have been thinking about its little nuances for months, resulting in this review.
The story involves the unraveling of a families’ past through the eyes of a quiet, reserved boy of fifteen. The secrets he seeks to unlock involve his parents and their lives as Jews during WWII France. Our protagonist has always had a sense that there was something else about his family, some silent “other” thing that was never discussed but was always present although not quite tangible. This struggle to figure out what that “thing” is leads the boy to seek answers from family friends and journey into the past. If you are thinking to yourself, “I’ve already read Night by Elie Wiesel” or “I’ve seen Schindler’s List, I don’t need to revisit that,” I ask that you think again. This isn’t the same kind of work. It isn’t as heavy in the same way, although it is haunting in its own right.
What’s really interesting about this book is the way space works. The book is full of short revelations and insights, often just a couple pages, some even less. The space at the end of each of these acts almost as a breath, allowing you a chance to, in a sense, inhale the experience and think on it in the same manner as when you take a conscious breath. This is one of those simple, concise works that pulls you in and then never quite lets you go…highly recommended.
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