“I became convinced,” Elie Wiesel recollects of his thirteen-year-old self, “that Moishe the Beadle would help me enter eternity, into that time when question and answer would become ONE.” So opens this slim but powerful testament to the horrors of the Holocaust. First Moishe is expelled from Sighet as a foreigner, only to return to warn his former neighbors of the Gestapo’s deportation and murder of Hungarian Jews. In a world turned upside down, it is the mystic rather than the statesman who bears first witness to the evil onslaught of history. Forty books and a Nobel Peace Prize later, Wiesel's memory became an emblem of what was suffered, lost, and endured in the Holocaust. Nowhere is that commemoration more eloquent than in the pages of Night.
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