Novel by Julie Otsuka
What most of
us have never experienced, life in the Japanese internment camps/prisons. Life
before death, death, and life after death, which was another way of living out
their death sentence in a society who hated them.... that's how I see it.
I'm never left speechless, even though I say I am after reading such a novel of truths. How can I say: That was a wonderful novel! How can I say, I recommend this one to all of my friends? You want reality to slap you in the face; this author will do it to you...short staccato slaps - Poetic verses of heartbreak.
I'm shocked and war torn as I come to the end of this book, I really am. I'm saddened beyond knowing. A cross between many layers of sadness; hopelessness, a kick in the gut life altering waste of human life and purpose endures, how I don't know.
But, I think of all wars in that very way; all wars leave people in a ditch of despair, a form of hiatus, on hold, stop breathing interruptions of life moving forward. I know these feelings, and I felt it from this story. The mother, the father, the girl, the boy....a Japanese family with no names endured the over four years of a cruel limbo called war.
I blame it all on the insanity of men and war mongers. I'm a forgiving person, but not where it comes to this treachery towards innocent people, for whatever the reasons. So many people died, and are still dying because of the singularity of the insanity driven. And I'm left saddened because I don't have the answer that will take all of this hurt away.
I'm never left speechless, even though I say I am after reading such a novel of truths. How can I say: That was a wonderful novel! How can I say, I recommend this one to all of my friends? You want reality to slap you in the face; this author will do it to you...short staccato slaps - Poetic verses of heartbreak.
I'm shocked and war torn as I come to the end of this book, I really am. I'm saddened beyond knowing. A cross between many layers of sadness; hopelessness, a kick in the gut life altering waste of human life and purpose endures, how I don't know.
But, I think of all wars in that very way; all wars leave people in a ditch of despair, a form of hiatus, on hold, stop breathing interruptions of life moving forward. I know these feelings, and I felt it from this story. The mother, the father, the girl, the boy....a Japanese family with no names endured the over four years of a cruel limbo called war.
I blame it all on the insanity of men and war mongers. I'm a forgiving person, but not where it comes to this treachery towards innocent people, for whatever the reasons. So many people died, and are still dying because of the singularity of the insanity driven. And I'm left saddened because I don't have the answer that will take all of this hurt away.
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