Night

"A slim volume of terrifying power."—The New York Times

"To the best of my knowledge no one has left behind so moving a record." —Alfred Kazin

"I gain courage from his courage." —Oprah Winfrey

"Wiesel has taken his own anguish and imaginatively metamorphosed it into art."—Curt Leviant, Saturday Review

"What makes this book so chilling is not the pretense of what happened but a very real description of every thought, fear and the apathetic attitude demonstrated as a response . . . Night, Wiesel's autobiographical masterpiece, is a heartbreaking memoir. Wiesel has taken his painful memories and channeled them into an amazing document which chronicles his most intense emotions every step along the way."—Jose Del Real, Anchorage Daily News

"As a human document, Night is almost unbearably painful, and certainly beyond criticism."—A. Alvarez, Commentary

"To the best of my knowledge no one has left behind him so moving a record."—Alfred Kazin, The Reporter

"[Night] must be read by everyone interested in a respectable destiny for the human family."—Emerson Price, The Cleveland Press

"Elie Wiesel spent his early years in a small Transylvanian town as one of four children. He was the only one of the family to survive what Francois Maurois, in his introduction, calls the 'human holocaust' of the persecution of the Jews, which began with the restrictions, the singularization of the yellow star, the enclosure within the ghetto, and went on to the mass deportations to the ovens of Auschwitz and Buchenwald. There are unforgettable and horrifying scenes here in this spare and sombre memoir of this experience—of the hanging of a child, of his first farewell with his father who leaves him an inheritance of a knife and a spoon, and of his last goodbye at Buchenwald—his father's corpse is already cold—let alone the long months of survival under unconscionable conditions. The author's youthfulness helps to assure the inevitable comparison with the Anne Frank diary although over and above the sphere of suffering shared, and in this case extended—to the death march itself, there is no spiritual or emotional legacy here to offset any reader reluctance."—Kirkus Reviews