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Assignment #1: The Preface of //Night//
Night Preface and Foreword

Elie Wiesel, the author of //Night//, often wonders why he wrote //Night// the book and why he was destined to survive, while so many other innocent lives were lost. When Wiesel asked himself why he wrote the book, he questions whether he wrote the book to keep from going mad or to go mad in order to under stand the nature of madness. When Wiesel is told that he has survived in order write this book, he says that his survival was not a miracle, it was only chance. Wiesel was convinced that this tragic period in history would be judged one day and he felt he had a duty to act as witness. When Wiesel tried to write in his mother language, he had trouble trying to find words to describe the horrific events that took place when he was in a death camp. After getting his book rejected by many major publishers, French writer and Nobel laureate François Mauriac was able convince a publisher to put it in print. Although the book was published Wiesel had to make many cuts to greatly shorten the book when it was translated in French. When Wiesel needed a translator to translate his book to English, his British publisher found a translator well known to him, his wife. Today Wiesel is glad that many people know about the Holocaust and are interested to learn about this horrendous event. François Mauriac, a great friend of Wiesel, recalls the first day he met Wiesel. He tells how he quickly connects and becomes friends with him as they tell each other about their personal experience. Wiesel tells Mauriac of how he slowly loses faith in God and believes that he has abandoned them. After talking to Wiesel, Mauriac embraces him and weeps.

__//Assignment#2: Figurative Language Poem//__
Auschwitz

Auschwitz Terrible and Dreadful Crying, Suffering, and Bleeding Like the agony of a trapped animal and as tiring as sprinting A graveyard for innocent victims Waiting For a train of deportees

Assignment #3: Found Poem
From Oppression to Death A summer sun Sweat streamed from people’s faces Water, Mother I am thirsty Weariness had settled into our veins We were exhausted.

All Jews outside! Move, you lazy good for nothings! We began to run. My forehead was covered with sweat Mercy, have mercy.

An icy wind was blowing violently. Men were collapsing into the dirty snow. Death enveloped me To no longer feel the excruciating pain To break rank



Resources:
[|Elie Wiesel Image] [|The Gate to Auschwitz] [|Prisoners of Auschwitz] [|Dirty Snow] [|Hot Sun]