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It's 1975, and Shaltiel Feigenberg, a professional storyteller and writer, has been taken hostage. He has been abducted from his home in Brooklyn, New York, blindfolded and tied to a chair in a dark basement. His captors, an Arab and an Italian, don't explain why Shaltiel has been chosen, just that his life will be bartered for the freedom of three Palestinian prisoners. As his days of waiting commence, Shaltiel resorts to what he does best, telling stories to himself and to the men who hold his fate in their hands. A Communist brother and a childhood spent hiding from the Nazis in a cellar, the kindness of liberating Russian soldiers, the unrest of the 1960s are some of the memories that unfold during his captivity, as the outside world breathlessly follows his disappearance and the police move toward a final confrontation with his captors. The author builds the world of Shaltiel's memories, haunted by the Holocaust and a Europe in the midst of radical change. This story is both a thriller and a meditation on the power of memory to connect us to the past and our shared need for resolution.… (more)
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There was no one more entitled than this particular author, a Holocaust survivor, to the opinions expressed in this book; however, looking at this never-ending conflict between Israelis and Palestinians and the multiple generations of children born after WWII who have grown up in a war zone, I wish the two sides would finally stop being led by the governments serving as puppet masters (most especially the ongoing U.S. involvement/funding) and find a way toward resolution.
"There is one less murderer in the world but does it make it any better? Does it change anything? And will his children become avengers like their father? Will the chain of violence be passed on from one generation to the next? Will it never come to an end?"
After a point in regard to this debate, it gets muddled as to who is actually the oppressor and who is the oppressed. It's time for this to come to an end. Violence begets more violence. Hatred begets hate. Both sides have families and children and dreams for their future. I wonder if this is truly about religious beliefs anymore or if it has just become a habit of getting revenge for past and continuous murders on each side? I realize this is idealistic and impossible (and most likely uninformed and ignorant), but I wish they could see that and stop killing each other already.
During the Second World War Shaltiel survived by being able to win or lose games of chess in the basement of his German protector. In the Brooklyn basement of his kidnappers, he has to use his ability to speak or remain silent to persuade his captors not to kill him.
His tales have some effect on one of his captors, but it's on the European one, not the Palestinian man with whom he really needs to connect the most. I enjoyed the story very much, but it still leaves me feeling fairly hopeless about the prospects of peace in the Middle East.
While the main plot of Hostage is about being a hostage, it is so much more than that. It's about inner mental strength, perseverance, and sticking to your beliefs even when you feel like you are in Hell. Throughout the entire novel, Shaltiel Feignberg focuses on the memories of his past to distract himself from the present situation. He goes through his major life events from childhood and on.
He, a storyteller, tells us of how chess saved him from WWII and Auschwitz when he was a child. He speaks lovingly of his father. He tells us stories of his family, his adventures abroad, and his wife. He often wondered if his family was worried about him and if they were looking for him. Little to his knowledge, the U.S. and other countries published articles about his disappearance, abduction, and hostage situation.
You're probably wondering who took him hostage and why. You want to know if he lives or dies. Unfortunately, I am not going to give you that information. I will tell you that the book taught me something about myself that I never knew and that is one of the greatest gifts you can receive from literature.