In Landscapes of the Metropolis of Death, Otto Dov Kulka describes in little vignettes his childhood experience of being in Auschwitz.
In his review of this book in the Guardian online on the 26/5/14, Andrew Brown considers one fragment of Kulka’s memories and asks why, those who could, continued to transmit fine music and literature to individuals they knew would surely die. Was this an act of rebellion, proof of the existence of hope or a final act of deep sarcasm? Or something else entirely?
For the full article please see:
http://www.theguardian.com/commentisfree/2014/may/26/holocaust-landscapes-metropolis-death-otto-dov-kulka
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