Tadeusz Borowski
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| Title | : | This Way for the Gas, Ladies and Gentlemen |
| Author | : | Tadeusz Borowski |
| Book Format | : | Paperback |
| Book Edition | : | Special Edition |
| Pages | : | Pages: 180 pages |
| Published | : | November 26th 1992 by Penguin Classics (first published 1947) |
| Categories | : | World War II. Holocaust. Short Stories. History. Nonfiction. War. European Literature. Polish Literature |
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Tadeusz Borowski's concentration camp stories were based on his own experiences surviving Auschwitz and Dachau. In spare, brutal prose he describes a world where the will to survive overrides compassion and prisoners eat, work and sleep a few yards from where others are murdered; where the difference between human beings is reduced to a second bowl of soup, an extra blanket or the luxury of a pair of shoes with thick soles, and where the line between normality and abnormality completely vanishes.Published in Poland after the Second World War, these stories constitute a masterwork of world literature.
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| Original Title: | Proszę państwa do gazu |
| ISBN: | 0140186247 (ISBN13: 9780140186246) |
| Edition Language: | English URL https://www.penguinrandomhouse.com/books/293306/this-way-for-the-gas-ladies-and-gentlemen-by-tadeusz-borowski/9780140186246/ |
| Setting: | Auschwitz(Poland) |
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Passage from this book:"The four of us became involved in a heated discussion...by maintaining that in this war morality, national solidarity, patriotism and the ideals of freedom, justice and human dignity had all slid off man like a rotten rag. We said that there is no crime that a man will not commit in order to save himself. And, having saved himself, he will commit crimes for increasingly trivial reasons; he will commit them first out of duty, then from habit, and finally---for pleasure."Suffering is not ennobling: it is just suffering. Genocide does not martyr people: it just kills them. There was no triumph to dying in the camps. The victims of the Holocaust were not just tortured and dehumanized, but often demoralized into shocking behavior. This book will denies the reader the comforting fallacy of a world in black and white, a world made up of evil people and good ones. A fortunate non-Jew, Borowski was arrested and spent two years as a prisoner and orderly in Auschwitz,
I found this book very difficult to read. Not like Joyce or Proust or Faulkner, but because when exactly do you read this? In the evening after a good dinner? No! Well, at bedtime then? Not unless you want nightmares. I have read a few of these concentration camp memoirs, which, strangely insultingly, are classified as FICTION when they are, of course, the truth. But here, in the concentration camp world, reality reads like fiction, it is true. Tadeusz Borowski writes with a heavy black humour
Tadeusz Borowski contributed articles, stories and poems to underground Polish publications during World War II which caused him to be arrested by the Gestapo in February 1943 and sent to Auschwitz were he spent almost two years before being transferred to Dachau. Borowski factual seemingly detached point of view can cause the reader to question Borowski's basic humanity. However, in retrospect it appears that Borowski was profoundly traumatized. Initially he took refuge in the belief that the
The Dead Are Always RightTadeusz Borowski survived the horrors of Auschwitz, some of which are described in these stories, only to commit suicide. Despair is not an adequate explanation for such an act by a man who had experienced what he had. Neither, for me, is any other purely emotional reason. So I have spent the better part of the last three days thinking and writing in an attempt to understand the rationale, the redeeming purpose perhaps, of his suicide. Surely, I surmised, his death, as
A mental-health episode involving too large a dose of mushrooms sobered me recently when I made a call (my first) to 000. A dose of sheer panic mixed with latent paranoia convinced me I might die here, in a tiny town in country New South Wales where I retreat/housesit and look after the dog. In the aftermath, having bartered (or so it seemed) with two starched-uniformed paramedics for my freedom (Call if you need us, they said as they left, but next time you dont get a choice about coming to the
"Great columns of smoke rise from the crematoria and merge above into a huge black river which very slowly floats across the sky over Birkenau and disappears beyond the forests."Naked, famished bodies, with sunken faces and deathly eyes, congregate on their wooden bunks.Drenched in sweat from an unbearable heat they munch on stale bread with burning throats as dry as scorched sand. Tadeusz Borowski is one of them.Outside the cattle carts are arriving, and that can only mean one thing. The
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