There are novels that take you to a fictional world you feel you’ve been to, with fictional characters whom you feel you know personally, even wondering what happens to them after you close the book. Then there are novels that you have to read---the ones that plunge you in a time and place that open your eyes to realities so large, you are changed by them.
If you read my post from 2 weeks ago, you know
that, for me, a stunning example of such a book is In the Shadow of the Banyan, a somewhat fictionalized version of
author Vaddey Ratner’s childhood in Pol Pot’s Cambodia. Books like these make
you realize that human history is vastly more bizarre, more tragic, and more
perplexing than any plot an author could conceive.
This incredible novel made the Cambodian genocide so real for me, in a kind of “no way this could have really happened” sort of way, I gobbled up all of Ratner’s interviews, as many articles about the Cambodian genocide as I could read, and even watched a couple of documentaries about Cambodia. Heck, I even went online, googled “Cambodian people,” and just scrolled through pictures of its modern-day citizens just to see how, a generation later, they’ve been holding up. Moving to another part of the world, Anne Frank’s diary was required reading in my eighth-grade English class. That first time I and my classmates learned about the Jewish Holocaust, we all turned to look at each other in utter disbelief, as though the teacher might have made the whole thing up. I learned a little more about the holocaust in high school, but that was the sum of my education about this facet of history. The takeaway for my young self back then was that, however catastrophic and appalling I understood this act of genocide to have been, it was the type of event that couldn’t happen again, definitely not in these modern times when we humans were supposedly smarter and more civilized than generations past. Photos from that era were black and white, the police and SS uniforms looked like something out of an old movie, and the Führer’s goofy mustache and bizarre Nazi salute seemed like a caricature rather than a real person.
Of course, we all know genocide and other mass atrocities occur all too often—anywhere, anytime. Consider Rwanda, Bosnia, Somalia, Sudan, Iraq, Libya, and now Syria. And just as often, we tend to avert our eyes and keep ourselves blissfully uninformed. Educators can and should change this, and making Ms. Ratner’s powerful novel required reading in history classes (not just the specialized ones, but the general ones) would be a great first step. No other novel in recent memory so aptly drives home the tragedy of such large-scale injustice all over the world—as well as the need for us to harness our collective strength and responsibility to prevent and end them.
