Paper favorite! even very dark, but the dominant color is red

Günther Franzentich, is the son of German farmers, but to his dismay, he did no agricultural instinct. However, it is very good at drawing. Nétant daucune help on the family farm, he was forcibly recruited at the time of construction of the Ravensbrück camp, only concentration camp for women. He became the official illustrator, obliged to put his drawing talent to the Nazi authorities.
Nothing escapes the sharp pen of the young man: the horror of the camps, medical experiments, the commandos, customs officers, life, death.
In this thriller, Stanislas Petrosky penetrates the heart of Ravensbrück and describes relentlessly every corner, so you never forget.

My opinion:
How can we forget? We have a duty to remember, whatever our origin, but this booster shot shakes, even someone like me, passionate as I am by this time !!!

Yes, this is black, very black same, but the dominant color is red, blood red "I wanted lon is also marked by looking at my drawings, that the horror scenes obvious, so I gave color quau blood, disease, beatings and rot. ".
This is a novel japparenterai to testimony, even if the author is a quadra, beautiful feather, leaves no doubt we are in 1939 and traverse with a knot in my stomach the next six years.
Günther savilissait to offer his talents to everything that had a semblance dautorité to keep the favors quon was granted. As artistic prostitution, he gave a drawing to live a little longer, to be fed properly. One day, he decided to keep his drawings "so I had to hide somewhere just to see them again when the war was over, not oublier.les people they would believe us if we told them all that happened in this camp? "
He drew the tortured body and gaunt. He drew memento mori!

To forget these emaciated body, he reached Günther to go to the unloading bay to see the new arrivals, this is where that he saw for the first time, the name Edna.
How can one love in dun hospice, how can one love the "bridge to the crows"? Do not look! Even in the heart of the horror, the heart has its reasons "A small ring like an alarm sounded in my brain. Nétais I not going to rush into a trap? I knew if I showed a sense [] I risked my skin, all the more that I could not give them half or just a little, I gave everything. I did not do in half measures. I've always been around, so no question of turning back and especially her smile was imprinted in my mind. "

This romantic interlude brings some dhumanité the novel, but it plunges rapidly into the horror, Stanislas does not spare us, cruelty is there, and is described as such. The famous Revier and dissection room - a real garden of torment - you plunge into abyss of pain. Reading these passages it smells death, one is impregnated with odor. The human being is no longer human, he becomes a dexpérimentation object.
Certainly, we must cling to this kind of reading, but well worth the effort! For a first-time author, the bet is succeeded brilliantly!
"Jy going backwards and once again I mattendais the worst. But what jy saw was beyond. Cétait one of the mysteries of this camp, you expect a beautiful horrible thing, you were still below the reality. Yet as quartiste I could brag BE very imaginative, but never enough compared to Nazi cruelty. "