Dramatic geographical formations tower over the Four Corners country in the southwestern United States. The mountains; cliffs; and sandstone spires; familiar landmarks for anglo travelers; orient Navajos both physically and spiritually. In Sacred Land; Sacred View; Robert McPherson describes the mythological significance of these landmarks. Navajos read their environment as a spiritual text: the gods created the physical world to help; teach; and protect people through an integrated system of beliefs represented in nature. The author observes that the Middle East is of "no greater import to Christians than the Dine's holy land is to Navajos." He continues: "Sacred mountains circumscribe the land; containing the junction of the San Juan River and Mancos Creek; where Born for Water invoked supernatural aid to overcome danger and death and where; at the Bear's Ears formation; good triumphed over evil." The more one learns about the Dine; the more one inevitably admires their way of perceiving and interpreting what lies just beyond the focus of human vision. Their renowned respect for nature and way of living in harmony with the environment derive from their religious traditions.
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4 of 4 people found the following review helpful. Almost every page has a memorable phraseBy Joseph PsotkaStill Alive: A Holocaust Girlhood Remembered (The Helen Rose Scheuer Jewish Women's Series) by Ruth Kluger Still Alive: A Holocaust Girlhood Remembered (The Helen Rose Scheuer Jewish Women's Series)I loved the frankness of her prose. It seems this is the next generation of holocaust survivors: the children who grew up and led fulfilling lives. Almost every page has something memorable. I went through th 200 quotes I selected on my Kindle and caem up with the top ten or so:Recipes for gefilte fish are no recipe for coping with the HolocaustNo great poetry was composed in the concentration camps. If it were not so; one might entertain the idea that the camps were good for something; that they were; for example; a kind of catharsis; producing fine art. In fact; they weren't good for anythingThe French have only recently begun to remember how they collaborated with the Nazis; it was in France that my father was handed over to the Germans.I would have become an agnostic anyway; but the Nazis added to my disappointment the feeling of having grasped a rotten plank during a shipwreckEven though I despised the law that excluded me; I still felt ashamed to have been found out. For shame doesn't arise from the shameful action;but from discovery and exposure.should be obvious by now that these pages hardly deal with the Nazis. I didn't know any Nazis; but I knew the difficult; neurotic people whom they oppressed; families who hadn't had ideal lives anymore than their Christian neighbors had.Witness the foregoing pages; where I dusted off the ramshackle mementos of my father and brother; enjoying my stay in the attic of memory;my hearers act surprised; assume a stance of virtuous indignation; and tell me that; given the hardships we had to endure during the Hitler period; the victims should have come closer together and formed strong bonds. Particularly young people should have done so; say the elderly. But this is sentimental rubbish and depends on a false concept of suffering as a source of moral education.Only the language was what it had always been; the speech of my childhood with its peculiar inflections and rhythms; a sense of humor that Germans often don't get; and a wealth of malicious half tones that would be obscene in any other tongue; also an intense lyricism that easily degenerates into kitsch. I understand this language; but I don't like it. I speak it; but I wouldn't have chosen it. I am hooked on it; and it's the reason I go back for visits.In our hearts we all know that some aspects of the Shoah have been repeated elsewhere; today and yesterday; and will return in new guise tomorrow; and the camps; too; were only imitations (unique imitations; to be sure) of what had occurred the day before yesterdayWhat did he expect? Auschwitz was no instructional institution; like the University of Göttingen; which he attends. You learned nothing there; and least of all humanity and tolerance.How else are we to tell victims from victimizers? The camp sites hide as much as they communicate.Over the years many people have asked me: "I knew X or Y; who was interned at Theresienstadt. Surely you remember him or her?" Not once have I been able to give a positive answer. Theresienstadt wasn't a village of friendly neighbors and social interaction. It was a transit station.To the Socialists and Communists in the camps; the Jewish prisoners were inferior beings: they had learned this much from the Nazis.in life; nothing offended me more than the generalization that the camps turned us all into brutal egotists; and whoever survived them must be morally defective. Again; the blithe refusal to look closely; to make distinctions; to reflect a little.and it was these unknown details that haunted me. I couldn't talk to my mother about his death."There is some evidence that they tried to comfort one another; and wouldn't that be better than resistance?" Again the silence.I see the other guy standing before the toilet; waiting for me to come out; no privacy anywhere. Life in a big stable. The owners occasionally show up in their ominous uniforms to make sure that the cattle behave. Makes you feel like the scum of the earth.Only when I had children of my own did I realize that one might well decide to kill them in Auschwitz rather than wait. I now believe that I would have had the same thought and perhaps carried it out more efficiently.Every survivor has his or her "lucky accident"--the turning point to which we owe our lives. Mine is peculiar because of the intervention of the stranger.They exchanged recipes the same way I recited poems. At night a favorite game was to surpass each other with the recital of generous amounts of butter; eggs; and sugar in fantasy baking contestsTherefore this is not the story of a Holocaust victim and becomes less and less so as it nears the endI write in their memory; and yet my account unavoidably turns into some kind of triumph of lifeBecause Konrad Lorenz became a Nazi and one of the Party's privileged professors; yet after the war became a reasonable citizen again and was awarded a Nobel Prize. Lorenz himself denied that there was such a thing as evil; there was only "aggression;" a normal expression of animal behavior; and fixed action patterns; he wrote. The title of his bestseller; On Aggression; is in the original So-Called Evil (Das sogenannte Böse). A morality derived from science in the service of denial.Martin Walser says; well; hatred of Jews was one of those variants of xenophobia which comes naturally to all men.I think that the Jewish catastrophe can't be explained with abstract arguments taken from ethology or the mice of the veterinary science professor or Konrad Lorenz's views on the strutting rivalry of male animals.And there were; in fact; both men and women with whorehouse fantasies who wanted to know whether I had been raped.I'd explain the concept of Rassenschande; the rule against miscegenation Aryan style; because I found it interesting that a malicious idea could serve as protection (albeit not a foolproof one) against sexual abuse.To make a living and support my two sons; I went back to graduate school and became a professor of German literature. For many years I had refused to have anything to do with the language; the two countries (Austria and Germany); or their people. But I was good at my new jobThough the other side persists: belligerent Israelis will say; "Jews don't walk into gas chambers anymore;" as they get ready to counter violence with violence. The Jews who were gassed are the inferior Jews in this scenario; which doesn't sit well with me.)What you have been reading is neither a translation nor a new book: it's another version; a parallel book; if you will; for my child ren and my American students.0 of 0 people found the following review helpful. The story was overall good and I'm glad I tool the time to read ...By haleyI'm not sure if I would have ever picked this book up on my own to read. I had to read this for a class and the only one so far that I've acctually read out of 3 other books.The story was overall good and I'm glad I tool the time to read it. The only thing I didn't like is that it was jumpy. She talked about different things 8n different chapters from her past; from the present; something else she had already talked about before but added more detail.0 of 0 people found the following review helpful. This is a highly intelligently written book that relates the author's experiencesBy jacqueline silverThis is a highly intelligently written book that relates the author's experiences. The author is insightful and analytical about herself and her reactions to the tragic events of her wartime life. It is an interesting book to be read and digested carefully. Well worth four stars.
