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The Reader

Something that fascinates me with respect to one’s understanding of history is tangibility. I have yet to see a work of literature tackle that subject better than Bernhard Schlink’s The Reader. The main character, Michael Berg, struggles with history in two ways. 1.) He’s a German, so he struggles with the intimacy with which he is interlocked with his country’s history, even if he wasn’t literally there to have made the history; it’s still very much his as a German citizen. 2.) Juxtapose to that intimacy is the idea of distance or related to my idea, tangibility. That is, Berg has a difficult time truly understanding the events of the Holocaust and the extent of what the Nazis did, as Germans. In a bit of irony, Michael talks about how movies and books have shaped his perception of the Holocaust and in that perception manifest the distance he feels to the Holocaust.

I see Berg’s struggle as a wider one for any observer of history, especially when discussing something as heavy and wide in scope as the Holocaust. We hear about it, we can recite the six million Jews perished, we know about Auschwitz, and we know Adolph Hitler as the figurehead of that slaughter. Yet, do we – and better yet, can we, really understand the Holocaust in a tangible way?

In some respects, it’s in our treatment of Hitler, oddly enough, whereby we can see how we deal with this issue of tangibility. Hitler has become such a caricature now of abject evil, vileness and wickedness, that in a sense, it makes what he did, as the leader of the Third Reich just as difficult to understand and make tangible as the man himself.

For instance, take a look at this astonishingly human picture of Adolph Hitler with a child:

Hitler

And isn’t it somewhat weird to preface the picture of a human engaging with another human as “astonishingly human?” Of course Adolph Hitler was human. He had a beating heart, brain that fired synapses, lungs that took in air, ideas, emotions, desires, hopes, hate, love, etc. like the rest of us. Yet, something was clearly different, but to what degree? Even to question this seems somehow wrong. To suggest that Adolph Hitler, the emblematic face of evil in our collective consciousness, at one point, smiled, laughed, cried, tenderly held a child’s hand, patted a dog on the head, etc., all things we take as acceptable human behavior, feels like you’re defending him. However, I would contend that the role of history is to bring us closer to that history – to make it more tangible and one way of doing that is understanding that while, yes, Hitler did unspeakable things, he was still very much one of us. Not to mention, in doing so, that serves as a lesson to learn and goes to the adage of “learn from history, lest ye be doomed to repeat it.”

To this point of feeling awkward about discussing Hitler’s humanness, Michael has a moment of introspection in the novel, which is really directed at the reader. He ponders:

“What should our second generation have done, what should it do with the knowledge of the horrors of the extermination of the Jews? We should not believe we can comprehend the incomprehensible, we may not compare the incomparable, we may not inquire because to make the horrors an object of inquiry is to make the horrors an object of discussion, even if the horrors themselves are not questioned, instead of accepting them as something in the face of which we can only fall silent in revulsion, shame and guilt. Should we only fall silent in revulsion, shame and guilt? To what purpose?

I certainly do not think the answer is silence. That’s not to say Germans have been silent, quite the contrary in fact.

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