Rating: 4 out of 5 stars
Back of the Book Blurb:
The publication of Day restores Elie Wiesel’s original title to the novel initially published in English as The Accident and clearly establishes it as the powerful conclusion to the author’s classic trilogy of Holocaust literature, which includes his memoir Night and novel Dawn. “In Night it is the ‘I’ who speaks,” writes Wiesel. “In the other two, it is the ‘I’ who listens and questions.” In its opening paragraphs, a successful journalist and Holocaust survivor steps off a New York City curb and into the path of an oncoming taxi. Consequently, most of Wiesel’s masterful portrayal of one man’s exploration of the historical tragedy that befell him, his family, and his people transpires in the thoughts, daydreams, and memories of the novel’s narrator. Torn between choosing life or death, Day again and again returns to the guiding questions that inform Wiesel’s trilogy: the meaning and worth of surviving the annihilation of a race, the effects of the Holocaust upon the modern character of the Jewish people, and the loss of one’s religious faith in the face of mass murder and human extermination.
This is an exceptionally written book, as all three of Wiesel’s holocaust trilogy books are, but it is my least favorite of the three. I found this surprising, as I anticipated liking it more than Dawn, precisely because he returned to himself as main character, even though it is a fictional story. Harrowing is a good descriptor of this book, and though Night is equally so, I found Wiesel’s character in Day utterly incomprehensible in his seeming inability to love and be loved. He survived the Holocaust, and as much as he seemed to be trying to make sense of what it had done to him, I kept feeling like he had in many ways become like his persecutors – so much so that years after the fact he was more hardened, more hurtful, and utterly disinterested in living. After SURVIVING such incredible atrocity, I had a really difficult time coming to terms with his complete lack of interest in LIVING. It’s as if, in the end, Hitler & the Nazis won anyway, because they destroyed his soul. That is indescribably sad to me.