Destined to Witness: Growing up Black in Nazi Germany by Hans J. Massaquoi
Eyewitness Auschwitz: Three Years in the Gas Chambers by Filip Muller
A Woman in Berlin: Eight Weeks in the Conquered City by Anonymous
A Terrible Revenge: The Ethnic Cleansing of the East European Germans by Alfred-Maurice de Zayas
A Mighty Fortress: A New History of the German People by Steven E. Ozment
I received my July reading for my Modern Germany summer course today. I think I’m going to really, really enjoy this class (and will, I hope, have plenty of new won’t-find-that-in-your-textbook material to integrate into my class next school year).

I received my July reading for my Modern Germany summer course today. I think I’m going to really, really enjoy this class (and will, I hope, have plenty of new won’t-find-that-in-your-textbook material to integrate into my class next school year).

The worst part about finishing a book is returning it to its bookshelf and facing the relentlessly impossible decision of choosing the next book to read.

theonlybook:

It may have seemed like a long hiatus (because it was), but this project is far from complete. Read the first 30 pages of Tumblr’s very first user-created novel - written by ten different Tumblr users, who each had no idea where the others would be taking the story - by clicking on the link above. Right here is also a story overview of each character in the story so far.

Want to contribute to our project? Read the rules right here. Let’s get this going again!

Hey, remember this? I’m still pretty proud of this project even if it lost steam after a couple of months - but now, I’ve compiled all ten parts together and you can read them by clicking above. In the meantime, feel free to contribute and continue on the story.

Ahh…

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“Oh all the world loves you,” Ruth says suddenly. “What I wonder is why?”“I’m lovable,” he says. [Rabbit, Run]

So begins to story of Harry “Rabbit” Angstrom in Rabbit, Run, a former rustbelt Pennsylvania high school basketball star who is now in his mid-twenties, married, and selling cheap kitchen gadgets door to door. At this point in his life, Rabbit’s existence can be described in one word: discontent.
Written by John Updike in 1960, roughly corresponding with his own age, the author would go on to follow the life of Harry Angstrom in three sequels (Rabbit Redux [1971], Rabbit is Rich [1981], Rabbit at Rest [1990]) two of which would go on to win Pulitzer Prizes and a National Book Award.
The novel is brutally honest in its depiction of the protagonist Rabbit, and it’s heart-wrenching as his apathetic, depraved, and selfish behavior hurts those around him time and time again. Updike does not shy away from the darker side of our humanity, the parts of ourselves that we wish to not speak about.

Thirty-six years old and he knows less than when he started. With the difference that now he knows how little he’ll always know. [Rabbit Redux]

Through Rabbit (and eventually his son), Updike explores the depravity of our minds, the honest darkness that lurks deep in each of us, yet rarely do we exert, shedding political correctness all while exploring each era’s mixed feelings on the evolving political and social makeup of the time. The prose is not always easy, a conversation may explore a single seemingly irrelevant topic for pages at a time, and the long stream-of-consciousness passages that pepper the series can be exhausting, but the reward is well-worth it. I’d wager that Rabbit Angstrom is amongst the finest and most developed characters in American literature.
If you’re yet to have a taste of Updike’s prose, I’d recommend checking out his short story A&P, which introduced me to his work during a Introduction to American Literature class back in my freshman year of college. It’ll give you a sense of his style. Then, do yourself a favor and purchase these novels. You may be depressed afterwards, but you won’t be disappointed.

When Harry looked down at him rouged in the coffin he saw it had been coming, Fred hadn’t much changed. From the way Janice and her mother carried on you would have thought a mixture of Prince Valiant and Moses had bit the dust. Maybe having already buried both of his own parents made Harry hard. He looked down, noticed that Fred’s hair had been parted wrong, and felt nothing. The great thing about the dead, they make space. [Rabbit is Rich]

Purchase Updike’s “Rabbit” novels:Rabbit Run ($0.35 used)Rabbit Redux ($1.76 used)Rabbit is Rich ($1.98 used)Rabbit at Rest ($1.61 used)

“Oh all the world loves you,” Ruth says suddenly. “What I wonder is why?”
“I’m lovable,” he says.
 [Rabbit, Run]

So begins to story of Harry “Rabbit” Angstrom in Rabbit, Run, a former rustbelt Pennsylvania high school basketball star who is now in his mid-twenties, married, and selling cheap kitchen gadgets door to door. At this point in his life, Rabbit’s existence can be described in one word: discontent.

Written by John Updike in 1960, roughly corresponding with his own age, the author would go on to follow the life of Harry Angstrom in three sequels (Rabbit Redux [1971], Rabbit is Rich [1981], Rabbit at Rest [1990]) two of which would go on to win Pulitzer Prizes and a National Book Award.

The novel is brutally honest in its depiction of the protagonist Rabbit, and it’s heart-wrenching as his apathetic, depraved, and selfish behavior hurts those around him time and time again. Updike does not shy away from the darker side of our humanity, the parts of ourselves that we wish to not speak about.

Thirty-six years old and he knows less than when he started. With the difference that now he knows how little he’ll always know. [Rabbit Redux]

Through Rabbit (and eventually his son), Updike explores the depravity of our minds, the honest darkness that lurks deep in each of us, yet rarely do we exert, shedding political correctness all while exploring each era’s mixed feelings on the evolving political and social makeup of the time. The prose is not always easy, a conversation may explore a single seemingly irrelevant topic for pages at a time, and the long stream-of-consciousness passages that pepper the series can be exhausting, but the reward is well-worth it. I’d wager that Rabbit Angstrom is amongst the finest and most developed characters in American literature.

If you’re yet to have a taste of Updike’s prose, I’d recommend checking out his short story A&P, which introduced me to his work during a Introduction to American Literature class back in my freshman year of college. It’ll give you a sense of his style. Then, do yourself a favor and purchase these novels. You may be depressed afterwards, but you won’t be disappointed.

When Harry looked down at him rouged in the coffin he saw it had been coming, Fred hadn’t much changed. From the way Janice and her mother carried on you would have thought a mixture of Prince Valiant and Moses had bit the dust. Maybe having already buried both of his own parents made Harry hard. He looked down, noticed that Fred’s hair had been parted wrong, and felt nothing. The great thing about the dead, they make space. [Rabbit is Rich]

Purchase Updike’s “Rabbit” novels:
Rabbit Run ($0.35 used)
Rabbit Redux ($1.76 used)
Rabbit is Rich ($1.98 used)
Rabbit at Rest ($1.61 used)

What use one makes of a historical explanation is a question separate from the explanation itself. Understanding is more often used to try to alter an outcome than to repeat or perpetuate it. That’s why psychologists try to understand the minds of murderers and rapists, why social historians try to understand genocide, and why physicians try to understand the causes of human disease. Those investigators do not seek to justify murder, rape, genocide, and illness. Instead, they seek to use their understanding of a chain of causes to interrupt the chain.

Jared Diamond, Guns, Germs, and Steel: The Fate of Human Societies 

And this is why I want to absorb all of the information about everything.

My brother called me the other other day from the Goodwill - not so unusual being that weekend perusing for items to buy and resell is one of his many eccentricities.
“Hey, I found a copy of Mein Kampf,” he said. “Fifty cents. You want it?”
As I had my own copy still from college collecting dust on my bookshelf, I declined. My room is already overflowing with books as it is and adding to the collection second copies is the last thing my personal space needs.
“Well, it’s in German. I think it might be a first edition,” he said.
Knowing that this was a near impossibility, I relayed to him the date of the first part’s original printing - 1925, shortly after Hitler was released from prison - and asked him to check for a date on the publication page. He said it was 1943, which was a date that still piqued my interest enough to ask him to pick it up for me.
When I finally received it, I looked over the hardcover - small, red, simple print. I turned it over in my hands, leafed through the dirt-stained pages, noticed the name hand-written on the inside of the cover with the date October 28, 1943 sprawled below it. I noted the separation of segments in the book by small swastikas, certainly unlike any of the English translations that I have read which made it a point to take out any glorification of Nazism. It was obvious that this was a Nazi-printed version.
After doing a little research on the hundreds of editions released throughout the years, I’ve found out that the particular printing of this book is referred to as the Tornister-Ausgabe edition. Google Translate tells me this means “knapsack output” - and my research confirms that it is indeed an unabridged yet extremely compact version of Mein Kampf made specifically for the German soldier to carry during WWII. Every German soldier was issued one.
What more do I know about this copy in my possession? Nothing really. I wonder who this person - likely a German soldier - who illegibly signed this was. What his story was. How his Nazi-issue copy of a German soldier’s Mein Kampf ended up at a Goodwill outside of Pittsburgh. If he lived here. If someone else brought it back. If it was found in an attic after a death and unknowingly donated with a box of other yellowing books.
I hope to someday know.

My brother called me the other other day from the Goodwill - not so unusual being that weekend perusing for items to buy and resell is one of his many eccentricities.

“Hey, I found a copy of Mein Kampf,” he said. “Fifty cents. You want it?”

As I had my own copy still from college collecting dust on my bookshelf, I declined. My room is already overflowing with books as it is and adding to the collection second copies is the last thing my personal space needs.

“Well, it’s in German. I think it might be a first edition,” he said.

Knowing that this was a near impossibility, I relayed to him the date of the first part’s original printing - 1925, shortly after Hitler was released from prison - and asked him to check for a date on the publication page. He said it was 1943, which was a date that still piqued my interest enough to ask him to pick it up for me.

When I finally received it, I looked over the hardcover - small, red, simple print. I turned it over in my hands, leafed through the dirt-stained pages, noticed the name hand-written on the inside of the cover with the date October 28, 1943 sprawled below it. I noted the separation of segments in the book by small swastikas, certainly unlike any of the English translations that I have read which made it a point to take out any glorification of Nazism. It was obvious that this was a Nazi-printed version.

After doing a little research on the hundreds of editions released throughout the years, I’ve found out that the particular printing of this book is referred to as the Tornister-Ausgabe edition. Google Translate tells me this means “knapsack output” - and my research confirms that it is indeed an unabridged yet extremely compact version of Mein Kampf made specifically for the German soldier to carry during WWII. Every German soldier was issued one.

What more do I know about this copy in my possession? Nothing really. I wonder who this person - likely a German soldier - who illegibly signed this was. What his story was. How his Nazi-issue copy of a German soldier’s Mein Kampf ended up at a Goodwill outside of Pittsburgh. If he lived here. If someone else brought it back. If it was found in an attic after a death and unknowingly donated with a box of other yellowing books.

I hope to someday know.

‎The indulgent 800-page books that were written a hundred years ago are just not going to be written anymore and people need to get used to that. If you think you’re going to write something like ‘The Brothers Karamazov’ or ‘Moby-Dick,’ go ahead. Nobody will read it. I don’t care how good it is, or how smart the readers are. Their intentions, their brains are different.

Cormac McCarthy, The Wall Street Journal, Nov. 20, 2009

Thoughts?

I’m always amazed at friends who say they try to read at night in bed but always end up falling asleep. I have the opposite problem. If a book is good I can’t go to sleep, and stay up way past my bedtime, hooked on the writing. Is anything better than waking up after a late-night read and diving right back into the plot before you even get out of bed to brush your teeth?
John Waters, Role Models

Listening to Animal Farm on audiobook (if you do not have the Overdrive library app, you are not truly alive), drinking some bold dark roasted coffee, and doing some complete and long-overdue cleaning, sweeping, and scrubbing of the apartment. Happy Saturday, folks.

In our technology dominated lives, the bookstore is one of the few places where there is a sense of community and interpersonal interaction, where people with a shared passion can meet. People can browse bookshelves and magazines at their own leisurely pace without feeling pressure to buy. Friends, families, and blind dates can get together for a leisurely cup of coffee. Book signings, author readings, poetry readings, writing workshops, children’s events, book clubs, writing groups, knitting clubs, game nights, and career networking groups, and Harry Potter midnight book parties, among other bookstore events, give constant life to these stores. Bookstores are more of a cultural and social center than they are a place to buy books. Unlike public libraries, they are a place where people are encouraged to talk while browsing books.
Larry Atkins, “Borders Closings Are Another Step Towards Community Isolation”
Book Sale

Every summer in Erie, we have a massive one week long used book sale in the gym of a local private school. I am talking tens of thousands of books, where all hardcovers are a dollar and paperbacks are fifty cents. It’s absurd. I look forward to it every year with the eagerness of a child (I talked a little bit about it on here last year). The sale has books for just about everyone, many in pristine condition, and from 10 AM to 8 PM every single day the gym is packed with people, bringing a little hope to this guy who has been made cynical by terrible reality television and people such as Snooki being New York Times best-sellers.

Here is what I picked up today for eighteen dollars, in no particular order.

  • Juneteenth by Ralph Ellison
  • By the Lake by John McGahern
  • Angela’s Ashes by Frank McCourt
  • Tis by Frank McCourt
  • Teacher Man by Frank McCourt (x4)
  • Ransom by Jay McInerney
  • Keep the Aspidistra Flying by George Orwell
  • All the Pretty Horses by Cormac McCarthy (x2)
  • On Writing by Stephen King
  • Intruder in the Dust by William Faulkner
  • Rabbit, Run by John Updike
  • A Month of Sundays by John Updike
  • An American Tragedy by Theodore Dreiser
  • The Devil in the White City by Erik Larson
  • The Bizarre Truth by Andrew Zimmern
  • Mating by Norman Rush
  • Devil in a Blue Dress by Walter Mosley
  • The Big Sleep by Raymond Chandler
  • The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time by Mark Haddon
  • This Side of Brightness by Colum McCann

Yes, today was a good day. Any suggestions on where to start here with my summer reading?

Off in his head, he solved extraordinary problems of mathematics, science, medicine, the humanities. He wrote poetry, saw music. … People have told him, with your IQ you should be a genius. I was a genius and have long since abused myself into a state of average and like it better that way. Now there comes a momentary clearing, a moment of satorial splendor, and then it goes oblique. It fades away like blown dust.
Robert Olmstead, America by Land
The sky was robin’s-egg blue, and Coraline could see trees and, beyond the trees, green hills, which faded on the horizon into purples and grays. The sky had never seemed so sky, the world had never seemed so world.
Neil Gaiman, Coraline