It seems to me that we—the United States, I mean—persist in our desire to become what we profess to hate. (Example: Joseph Andrew Stack's 9/11-emulating airplane attack on an IRS building in Austin, Texas.) The seductions of violence are formidable. Perhaps it's a good time to think, yet again, about why.
After reading, too, about the slaughter of fifteen teenagers in Cuidad Juarez (yet recognizing that 2666
So these will be our required readings:
Slaughterhouse-Five, by Kurt Vonnegut
The Shawl, by Cynthia Ozick
Macbeth (the Arden Edition)
This Way for the Gas, Ladies and Gentlemen, by Tadeusz Borowski
Nazi Literature in the Americas, by Roberto BolaƱo
All Day Permanent Red
We'll watch Night and Fog, if we can bear it, and read some poems by Paul Celan. Simone Weil's
I wish that I'd thought to add Dirty Snow, by Georges Simenon, a riveting study of life in German-occupied France, particularly in its depiction of the ways that civilians mimic—and therefore further disseminate—various forms of State violence.
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