Amy, I remember that one too! Appalachia, poverty and orphans. With the mentally challenged sister, right?
Literary Buffistas 3: Don't Parse the Blurb, Dear.
There's more to life than watching Buffy the Vampire Slayer! No. Really, there is! Honestly! Here's a place for Buffistas to come and discuss what it is they're reading, their favorite authors and poets. "Geez. Crack a book sometime."
Yes! Damn, now I want to reread all of these books. Aimee, you want me to do your homework for you?
And Laga, Where the Redfern Grows was the title I was conflating with Lilies.
Yeah, me too. I'm mentally combing the bookshelf in my old bedroom. I know exactly where I put some of those books when I moved out.
About ten years ago, I designed the costumes for The Diary of Anne Frank. I read so many books about the Holacaust, and in particular young people, that I completely made myself sick with grief. To the point that I still have recurring Holocaust dreams. Then I realized that there was literally nothing I could do about history and I had learned enough that I hope I would be able to fight against something like that in the future. And so I am no longer able to read about the Holocaust, and I may be missing some good books, but I am OK with that to spare my mental health.
a YA about someone named Liese during WW2
Number the Stars, I think.
I'm the same way with movies. After Life is Beautiful I was done with holocaust tales. Likewise The Deer Hunter and POW films.
I think Roll of Thunder is a terrific book.
Out of all the Holocaust reading I've done, the best (in at least offering some hope) that I've read is Escape from Sobibor, about a (somewhat) successful camp breakout (50 out of 275,000 people sent to the camp survive to VE day). There was a good TV film made from the book starring Alan Arkin and Rutger Hauer.
Saw that film in one of my hs history classes. Maybe 10th? 9th? Teenagers totally in tears heading off to the next class, not knowing what happened next. Oof.
I had classes in uni on both Holocaust literature and literature of Vietnam. (Different universities.) For me the instinct is the opposite, I think - I feel like there's a sort of capital W Witnessing in reading different perspectives on the events.
(I'm using my "I" words, right?"
(Um, also, to clarify: I mean different people's way of processing, handling, even making art from horror - not different perspectives as in "Was there a Holocaust.")
And now I have to say that I'm reading right now The Rape of Nanking which I wasn't going to bring up because mentioning it right now made me feel ooky like you'll think all I'm reading is about stuff like this, like some sort of gorging on tragedy or something. But for a variety of reasons what happened in Nanking is largely forgotten, to the extent it's ever been known.