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This originally appeared at The Irresponsible Reader.
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This is a short book (long essay), that to really get into would render the reading of the content pointless, so I've got to hold back some of what I want to say. The official blurb is a good starting point for a few thoughts I have in reaction to this essay:
Between the years of 1996-1999, Gint Aras lived a hapless bohemian's life in Linz, Austria. Decades later, a random conversation with a Polish immigrant in a Chicago coffeehouse provokes a question: why didn't Aras ever visit Mauthausen, or any of the other holocaust sites close to his former home? The answer compels him to visit the concentration camp in the winter of 2017, bringing with him the baggage of a childhood shaped by his family of Lithuanian WWII refugees.
The result is this meditative inquiry, at once lyrical and piercing, on the nature of ethnic identity, the constructs of race and nation, and the lasting consequences of collective trauma.
Disclaimer: I received this eARC from the author via Lori @ TNBBC Publicity in exchange for this post—thanks to both for this.