This novel, laced with autobiographical elements, the petrifying introspection of the narrator, historical information on the fate of a few individuals to a concentration camp, reflections on the origin of Evil, both unearthed a twilight past (a period that anchored in the genocide) and a disturbing secret about the family background of the narrator following the discovery of a photograph. This revealing deep fissures in the line, the original violence that radiates in this characters tirelessly crossing eras, "a brutal echo of the Holocaust through the generations." The unveiled secrets, obstacles stand one after the other face a silence that bullies: the irascible father face the fear to assume its past, the German girlfriend judging the abuse of the narrator, inclined to identify personalities Nazi leaders.
The elucidation of the past and open wounds, the subject of the book is certainly hackneyed but the strength of the writing, in the service of the evocation of a gritty past, contributes to consider the origin of violence as a capital work, control, masterfully composed, full of great sensitivity and an interesting reflection on the specter of violence (individual, collective).
