Personal Response To Elie Wiesel's 'Night'

Night is a recollection of Elie Wiesel’s time spent during the holocaust. It is a gripping tale of survival and death. While it is a small book, it has a huge message. During the time in which the book takes place, the Jewish people were srtripped of their humanity. Elie

“After your meal, you’ll have to go see the dentist.” (51) The block secretary One day, when Elie returned from the warehouse, he was summoned by the block secretary to go to the dentist. Elie therefore went to the infirmary block to learn that the reason for his summon was gold teeth extraction. Elie, however pretends to be sick and asks, ”Couldn’t you wait a few days sir? I don’t feel well, I have a fever…” Elie kept telling the dentist that he was sick for several weeks to postpone having the crown removed. Soon after, it had appeared that the dentist had been dealing in the prisoners’ gold teeth for his own benefit. He had been thrown into prison and was about to be hanged. Eliezer does not pity for him and was pleased with what was happening

In the memoir, Night, author Elie Wiesel portrays the dehumanization of individuals and its lasting result in a loss of faith in God. Throughout the Holocaust, Jews were doggedly treated with disrespect and inhumanity. As more cruelty was bestowed upon them, the lower their flame of hope and faith became as they began turning on each other and focused on self preservation over family and friends. The flame within them never completely died, but rather stayed kindling throughout the journey until finally it stood flickering and idle at the eventual halt of this seemingly never-ending nightmare. Elie depicts the perpetuation of violence that crops up with the Jews by teaching of the loss in belief of a higher power from devout to doubt they

Reading Elie Wiesel’s Night, has moved me deeply; for the first time in my life to read such horror, pain, and numbness my mind could not digest everything. To think that our own men killed, abused, and tortured their own people is heart wrenching. On page 33, a sentence stuck out to me most that I believe summarizes the whole message of the book. A fifteen year old boy, living day by day, confesses to his father, “I'll run into the electrified barbed wire. That would be easier than a slow death in the flames." Just reading these words, I could imagine this helpless young boy quickly losing faith. He had no desire to live, no motivation to continue, and absolutely no faith in God. A boy that age or anyone should have to think about an easier

The tragedies of the holocaust forever altered history. One of the most detailed accounts of the horrific events from the Nazi regime comes from Elie Wiesel’s Night. He describes his traumatic experiences in German concentration camps, mainly Buchenwald, and engages his readers from a victim’s point of view. He bravely shares the grotesque visions that are permanently ingrained in his mind. His autobiography gives readers vivid, unforgettable, and shocking images of the past. It is beneficial that Wiesel published this, if he had not the world might not have known the extent of the Nazis reign. He exposes the cruelty of man, and the misuse of power. Through a lifetime of tragedy, Elie Wiesel struggled internally to resurrect his religious

The lights of the town were veiled in darkness, a mere inverted shadow amidst the gloom of the night. Distant thunderings, as those brought to mind with Dies Irae or the distant chattering of a great blaze could be heard, drawing nigh upon the trembling hands of the people frantically seeking a shade for the lights that would soon propagate should their brilliance stretch to the skies, but found difficulty locating even their hands at arm’s length, due to the cloud over the town, in the streets, as real and thick as the blanket of golden and crimson extending toward the town at a propeller’s rate, silencing the natural beauty of the countryside amid the sounds of death and destruction.

What would an individual do if their entire life was being stripped from them? Well, that’s exactly what Elie Wiesel had to figure out throughout the book, Night. The autobiography, Night, is about a teenager and his family trying to survive the Holocaust. The main characters in this book are Elie Wiesel, Tzipora, the dad, and the mom. The Wiesels get taken to a concentration camp just because they are Jewish. Elie Wiesel had to overcome facing death and hardships just to barely survive another day.

Night Night, by Elie Wiesel is a historical non-fiction book during WWII about a teenage boy's journey through the Holocaust. This book shows the progression of how harsh the setting and treatment got. The reader also sees how drastic people's actions and changes to their attitude changed. There are various ways that the setting of a person can change and define their attitude and view on life.

I remember falling asleep, but I don’t remember being in a bed. I had fallen asleep in the hall due to my emotional state. My body didn’t need the sleep. My mind did. I’m actually happy I did. It got my mind off all my problems and sorrows for a good while. I sit up, pushing the unfamiliar blankets off my body. I’m in a strange hard bed in a foreign room. Everything around me feels new and alien. This isn’t my dull little prison. This room is slightly decorated with light brown walls and a dresser covered with random things.

“Night” Assessment Questions From reading the book “Night,” one thing that’s struck me with great depression is the time when when Elie quit believing in god. When Elie quit believing in god, his whole attitude changed for the worse about how life is and that what we have is how it’s going to be. In a sense, Elie betrayed god because he believed that he never helped anyone that needed help when they asked for it. The main reason this had a huge impact on me is because I can’t even imagine how life was being shown in Elie’s eyes. Elie’s way of life was changed in such a dramatic why that I can’t even think of how I would react to it. I don’t cherish religion like Elie did before going through the Holocaust, but it strikes me as being very tough

Night The novel Night by Elie Wiesel, tells the gripping and frank tale of a Jewish boy and his life enduring the Auschwitz concentration camps in 1945. Throughout the novel, Wiesel does not shy away from the horrifying reality that was the holocaust, but instead highlights them and brings them to the surface. However, Wiesel aims for a higher purpose than simply relaying the gruesome details of the holocaust. Wiesel aims to make an impact, to have each and every reader take away something from this book, to ensure that something like the Holocaust never happens again.

STANZA 1 It was midnight, while he sat there nearly asleep, contemplating on something that made him dismal, and sorrowful, he heard someone knocking on his door. STANZA 2 It was a dreary December as he sat there watching the ash from the fire on the floor, he wished that he could change

UNDO At 5:12AM I am in our spot old light and sleepy bones watching flashes of you unwind in cosmic pictures: you are back home, the grey in your skin slowly unfolds to a glowing pink, you ungrow your bitten nails and porcelain wrists unchip the denial that haunts your limbs slips away whilst the veined routes outlining the alps of your spine sink. You stop being distant and the gap between us is no longer a cliff. Unwrite the letter and we feign the numb of eleven months returning to calcium flamed walls and syntax that evaporates on the tongue ten unbend the orange heavens and forget the smell of viscous regret and brittle words too blunt to stitch the wound back to unbroken eulogies and unstable desire back to burnt-out carparks that still Clock strikes and we climb up the stairs to a balcony where the night untraces the constellations of your cheeks

At night, my brain buzzes, pulses, pounds with panic. I cannot stand the silence that accompanies loneliness because as soon as I am on my own, the voices in my head start to sing their songs of somber thoughts.

Kady, I 'm here, sitting in the shortest shorts and the lightest weight shirt I can find, because in my one bedroom apartment here in this slightly dinky DFW suburb, it is the early afternoon as I start this letter, feels well over 100 farenheit, and, of all the viable places to put my desk in this home I am paying far to much for is directly next to a goddamn west-facing window. Cheap black out curtains can only go so far. I am many things on this nasty and ungodly hot afternoon: I am sweaty, I am tired, I am inspired, and I am, most of all, a coward. When was our last unfortunate encounter? Ages ago, it seems, although I suspect fourteen months is a more accurate guess. I must seem foolish and ridiculous, writing you this pathetic cacophony of thoughts--that 's the first time I 've ever thought to use that word...am I correct in its usage? The longer I type, the more I feel my diction becomes grandious, as though I am trying to write you a gothic romance novel. Perhaps that would be a more interesting read. Perhaps I should send you a copy of Jane Eyre instead. I have one, actually, if you would like to borrow it.