But what captivated me more than questions of the Holocaust was the idea of living within such a small world. Immagine being illiterate, have no internet, tv, telephone and being forced to live your life within the boundaries of your life. No escape through radio, The Simpson, Rachel Maddow, no amazing stories to propell your life. And then, one day having someone read you Homer.
Stories are a masterful way to feel and to connect. However, sometimes we are become so immune to life through our over exposure to story. A good book should be more than intertainment--it should be cathartic. Its been a while since anything has done it for me like that. I have the suspician it has something to do with living in a near constant state of living through others that I have forgotten to live my own life and have my own struggles. I can't remember reading a book and being so connected that I cried. Yet, somehow I think I should.
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