The Cap: The Price of a LifeOpen Road + Grove/Atlantic, 2007 M12 1 - 384 páginas A Polish survivor’s “brutal and beautifully written” Holocaust memoir. “The power of his portrayal of one man’s instinct for survival . . . cannot be denied” (The Boston Globe). The Cap is an unconventional Holocaust memoir that defies all moral judgment and ventures into a soul blackened by the unforgiving cruelty of its surroundings. Roman Frister’s memoir of his life before, during, and after his imprisonment in the Nazi concentration camps sparked enormous controversy and became an international bestseller. With bone-chilling candor, Frister illustrates how the impulse to live unhinges our comfortable notions of morality, blurring the boundary between victim and oppressor and leaving absolutely no room for martyrdom. By the time Roman Frister was sixteen, he had watched his mother murdered by an SS officer and he had waited for his father to expire, eager to retrieve a hidden half loaf of bread from beneath the dying man’s cot. When confronted with certain death, he placed another inmate in harm’s way to save himself. Frister’s resilience and instinct for self-preservation—developed in the camps—become the source of his life’s successes and failures. Chilling and unsentimental, The Cap is a rare and unadorned self-portrait of a man willing to show all of his scars. Reflected in stark relief are the indelible wounds of all twentieth-century European Jews. An exceptional and groundbreaking testimony, Roman Frister’s “gut-wrenching memoir is a must-read” (Kirkus Reviews). “Staggering in its honesty . . . Frister’s courage to plumb the ambiguity of his actions . . . leaves the reader awestruck.” —Publishers Weekly, starred review |
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... stopped , frozen , and thawed out again at will . The camp stood on top of a hill , not far from a working - class neighborhood lived in largely by men who worked in a nearby iron mine . Other , similar camps were scattered throughout ...
... stopped , frozen , and thawed out again at will . The camp stood on top of a hill , not far from a working - class neighborhood lived in largely by men who worked in a nearby iron mine . Other , similar camps were scattered throughout ...
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... stopped looking up to him . My only god was the god of survival . By the time I realized my father was sick , it was too late . Too late ? An absurd thought . As if there was anything I could have done had I known earlier . There was no ...
... stopped looking up to him . My only god was the god of survival . By the time I realized my father was sick , it was too late . Too late ? An absurd thought . As if there was anything I could have done had I known earlier . There was no ...
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... stopped counting heads . The officer striding along- side him stepped back and barked , " This is all we need ! Get him to the infirmary ! " Two prisoners whose job it was grabbed my father's limp arms and dragged him off . Was he ...
... stopped counting heads . The officer striding along- side him stepped back and barked , " This is all we need ! Get him to the infirmary ! " Two prisoners whose job it was grabbed my father's limp arms and dragged him off . Was he ...
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... stopped breathing . That it would be eaten by the rats or discovered by the orderly , who was now telling me to leave . The clock over the door said a quarter to eight . There were fifteen minutes until the curfew . I laid a hand on my ...
... stopped breathing . That it would be eaten by the rats or discovered by the orderly , who was now telling me to leave . The clock over the door said a quarter to eight . There were fifteen minutes until the curfew . I laid a hand on my ...
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... stopped to look at myself in the huge mirror in the lobby . Still too young for long pants , I wore a tailored wool suit - made in Bielsko , of course . My blue blazer , gathered at the waist , was in the latest juve- nile fashion . A ...
... stopped to look at myself in the huge mirror in the lobby . Still too young for long pants , I wore a tailored wool suit - made in Bielsko , of course . My blue blazer , gathered at the waist , was in the latest juve- nile fashion . A ...
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afraid Amon Göth Arpad Basci asked Auschwitz barracks Bialecki Bielsko bread bunk camp Cracow Czesia dark death door Drambuie dream eyes face father feel fell felt floor Fredek friends Frister gate gave German Gestapo ghetto glance grew guards Ha'aretz hand Hauptsturmführer head Hermann Göring Hitler Israel Jewish Jews Jozef kapo knew Kruczek Kurt lathe Leiderman live looked Lvov Mauthausen Maxwell minute Mira Miszka Monika morning mother Muszkat Nazi never night officer opened pants parents Perhaps Plaszow Poland police policeman Polish prisoners returned Robert Maxwell roll call Roman Frister Russian shot Shula shut smiled soldiers someone Starachowice stood stopped street Suchowola talk Tel Aviv tell thing thought told took turned waiting walked wall wanted Warsaw Wehrmacht What's Wilczek woman Wroclaw
Pasajes populares
Página 117 - There be three things which are too wonderful for me, yea, four which I know not: The way of an eagle in the air; the way of a serpent upon a rock; the way of a ship in the midst of the sea; and the way of a man with a maid.
Página 358 - I congratulate you! Roosevelt is dead. It is written in the stars that the second half of April will be the turning point for us.
Página 209 - There was a long silence at the other end of the line, and then Maria spoke up. "Anita," she said, "what would we ever do without you?
Página 273 - What has happened will happen again, and what has been done will be done again ; there is nothing new under the sun. 10Is there anything of which it can be said, 'Look, this is new' ? No, it was already in existence, long before our time.
Página 21 - Everything seemed as eternal as the earth's orbit around the sun. Even as the clouds were darkening over Europe and thunder rumbled on the horizon, we went on seeing starry skies. If there was anyone who read the writing on the wall, it was not my parents.
Página 16 - As far back as I can remember it was taken for granted I should get my degree and go into the civil service.
Página 157 - It's not for us and he who has it doesn't know what to do with it. I know what to do with it.
Página 95 - Kruczek took off his coat, hung it on the back of the chair, and sat with his legs straight in front of him. "I'm bushed.
Página 55 - For the first time I noticed that she was no longer a high school girl but a sexually provocative young woman.
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Two Worlds: A Family Memoir about the Holocaust, Intermarriage and Love Patricia J. Hruby Sin vista previa disponible - 2004 |