But here God didn't come. We were all on our own.
~ Art Spiegelman
Friends? Your friends? If you lock them together in a room with no food for a week…Then you could see what it is, friends! …
Anja? What is to tell? Everywhere I look I'm seeing Anja... From my good eye, from my glass eye, if they're open or they're close, always I'm thinking on Anja.
No matter what I accomplish, it doesn't seem like much compared to surviving Auschwitz.
With any work worth its salt, you have to trust the author enough to take its measure. And if you apply too many preconceptions, you are not taking its measure.
