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I press on the Literary Cola. After School Pennac Evil took in my hands a book of those that will be hard to forget. Suite Française by Irene Némirovski. Is a novel that deals with the German occupation of France in 1940. Begins with the exodus of Parisians, frightened by the imminent arrival of the Nazi army to flee town, leaving behind their lives, seeking safety.

Némirovski The brilliance is that it focuses on several characters, all from different social classes, but a common vision, anxiety for his life, uncertainty about the future, the melancholy of a past of peace and fingerprints still fresh of the First World War which had expected victory, but not really knowing what it meant winning a war.

The author makes an almost perfect portrait of human nature, how they react to such an adverse scenario, you can see from the Solidarity free, unbridled childlike patriotism, to the coldness and meanness.

Not until much later that the Germans come into play as characters. Maybe it's a feature I liked the novel, unlike of what are often such stories in which there is always a victor and vanquished, a bad and good, Némirovski portrayed as what they are. Humans. One almost forgets that they were that awful Nazi army that committed the most terrible atrocities. Even against the complainant, who died in concentration camp Auswitch, being a relative of a Russian Jew.

is a truly beautiful book about the human condition, which serves more than anything to think about peace, war and its true scope, destroying things and others can not touch ever, these parts of the human being are priceless, even to life itself, and as there are things so powerful they are able to transcend even the most serious war. At the end of the day reminds us that we are what we are, we are one thing: men.

After I had finished reading Suite Française Elephant (number 65) by Slawomir Mrozek, a book of stories by a Polish very critical and ironic to communism. It reminded me very much about this situation, as the author makes a mockery of mockery on the regional and national government on the inconsistencies of the Socialists, on its inefficiency and its ability to disguise anything with words like "being popular." The book is interesting and fun, it is complaint with humor, but in the end the stories become so surreal that the last confess that I finished it.

Then I went to what I'm reading now, number 56 New York Trilogy by Paul Auster. Three novels that detectives say, each one more exciting, especially from the psychological point of view. I'm finishing the second to finish their story.