Wednesday, June 3, 2009
I finished Maus on Monday, but I couldn't write about it until today. A lot of people feel kind of inundated with Holocaust stories, I know, but I don't think it's possible (for me, anyway) to become desensitized to them. I cried when I finished the second volume - for the miracle the Spiegelmans had in surviving and finding one another, for their losses, for the horrors they witnessed, and for the crazy tumultuous mixture of emotions coming from their son, Art, as he writes the story. Five of five stars, no question. Full review on Corrodentia Weekly and also on GoodReads.