My lover has an inexplicable, abiding interest in the Holocaust and what the Nazis did. His explanation is that he’s attempting to understand what and how it happened. I see it as little more than car-accident-watching.
He’s reading a new, well-researched book about Auschwitz. While we’re discussing it, I recommend my copy of Night to him. He doesn’t start on it, so I decided to reread it. It’s been many years since the first and only time I read it and I wanted to be sure of my reasons for encouraging him to read it.