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Rue Ordener, Rue Labat
Rue Ordener, Rue Labat is a moving memoir by the distinguished French philosopher Sarah Kofman. It opens with the horrifying moment in July 1942 when the author’s father, the rabbi of a small synagogue, was dragged by police from the family home on Rue Ordener in Paris, then transported to Auschwitz—“the place,” writes Kofman, “where no eternal rest would or could ever be ...more
Paperback, 87 pages
Published August 1st 1996 by University of Nebraska Press
(first published 1993)
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Parijs, 14 juli 1942. Rabbijn Bereck Kofman wordt door de Duitsers opgepakt en naar Drancy gedeporteerd. Hij zal later omkomen in Auswitz. Zijn vrouw blijft achter met zes kinderen, onder wie Sarah. In vierentwintig autobiografische schetsen vertelt de Franse filosofe Sarah Kofman over het gruwelijke lot van haar vader en hoe ze na vele omzwervingen met haar moeder onderduikt bij? de dame van de rue Labat?. Ze gaat zich sterk hechten aan haar katholieke onderduikmoeder en raakt steeds meer verwi ...more
I'm not a big fan of this memoir. It doesn't speak to me in any profound way. The only thing I got out of reading this book is that the author must have had a traumatizing experience during her time of hiding during the Holocaust, and the experience must have had something to do with sexual abuse. I believe she lived with a pedophile. This reading of the text is supported by the fact that in the memoir, Kofman uses such phrases as, "I didn't understand what was going on at the time" and, "someth ...more
Got reference to book from When Paris Went Dark. The writer is a French philosopher, Sarah Kofman (translated by Ann Smock). Since I have been reading more than a few books about WW II lately, it was interesting to see how the 'Stockholm Syndrome' like qualities took place between Meme and Sarah, and how she transferred feeling from her own mom to Meme.
It's very hard to critique someone's memoir, but I felt that Kofman did herself justice in this short ode to her childhood and youth. It was an honest account of her true feelings of split loyalties during the Nazi occupation of France and beyond. If only I could have found it in French!