Prisoner Without a Name, Cell Without a Number

by Jacobo Timerman

Book, 1981

Barcode

123460328

Call number

B DIA TIM

Publication

New York : Knopf : distributed by Random House, 1981.

Description

The unforgettable testament of an Argentinian newspaper publisher who was imprisoned and tortured by his government as a dissenter and a Jew.

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LibraryThing member banjo123
I read this book for the Global Reading theme of writers at risk. Timerman was a journalist in Argentina during the 70's and was imprisoned and tortured during the dirty war. He is a good writer, and the descriptions of his experiences are harrowing. He intersperses descriptions of his imprisonment
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with political critique, is critical of extremists on both the right and the left, and also of the moderates who didn't stand up to terror. It's pretty horrible to read about the imprisonment and torture and realize that these are still going on in various parts of the world, and, as in the case in Guantanamo, happening in our name.

He also talks about anti-semitism and how as a Jew and Zionist, he was singled out and given worse treatment, and how, for a variety of political reasons, the Jewish community in Argentina and in Israel did not address this. Some interesting thoughts about internalized oppression. "...the Holocaust teaches us the need to understand the Jewish silence and the Jewish incapacity to defend itself; it lies in the Jewish incapacity to confront the world with its own insanity, and with the significance of anti-Semitic insanity. The Holocaust will be understood not so much for the number of victims as for the magnitude of the silence. And what obsesses me most is the repetition of silence rather than the possibility of another Holocaust."
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LibraryThing member RussellBittner
It may sound like a bit of hyperbole to compare the Argentina of 1966 – 1980* with present-day North Korea — which I imagine to be the closest thing we have to hell on Earth. But after reading Jacobo Timerman’s Prisoner without a name, Cell without a number, I’ll risk it.

* N. B.: Never mind
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that “the military had assumed power by dislodging elected governments in 1930, 1943, 1955 and 1962” (p. 47).

“Hate and ignorance. What you don’t understand you destroy,” he writes (of his captors) on p. 104. In addition to Timerman’s sometimes graphic descriptions of captivity, deprivation and outright torture, he gives an insider’s testimony of the absolutely stultifying ignorance of the Argentine military and police forces. What’s more, it’s upon this ignorance (and, no doubt, upon an equal portion of sadistic malevolence) that they act — on Timerman, obviously, but on tens of thousands of others as well.

I’ve read of past atrocities at places like Buchenwald, Treblinka and Auschwitz—and yes, even at Andersonville during our own Civil War. I’ve visited Dachau, though not Abu Ghraib or My Lai. In other words, I’m no Pollyanna, even if I’m better read than traveled. And perhaps the sheer absurdity—never mind the heinousness—of each of these ‘monuments’ to homo sapiens is something they all have in common.

And yet, I think that this citation from pp. 126-7 illustrates an absurdity that may be peculiarly Argentine: “(t)his whole oppressive universe toppling over me and bearing down on my anguish like a gravestone had to be encompassed within a single coherent reply to Colonel Clodoveo Battesti, who a few months after presiding over this court-martial would be devoting himself to decisions as to which chorus singers to use on the next Channel 9 show on Buenos Aires television.”

If it weren’t all so repugnant, it would be laughable. I have to wonder whether there’s not a special place in Dante’s hell for the likes of Colonel Codoveo Battesti — perhaps a place where chorus girls alternatively squat and dance on his face for all eternity.

The least temptation to laugh or sneer, however, quickly evaporates when one reads, on p. 148, “(o)f all the dramatic situations I witnessed in clandestine prisons, nothing can compare to those family groups who were tortured often together, sometimes separately but in view of one another, or in different cells, while one was aware of the other being tortured. The entire affective world, constructed over the years with utmost difficulty, collapses with a kick in the father’s genitals, a smack on the mother’s face, an obscene insult to the sister, or the sexual violation of a daughter. Suddenly an entire culture based on familial love, devotion, the capacity for mutual sacrifice collapses. Nothing is possible in such a universe, and that is precisely what the torturers know.”

And just as it was in both wartime and post-war Germany and Austria, when no one within either country apparently knew anything about the concentration camps, Timerman suggests that no one in Argentina knew or will know anything in his and our time about the atrocities committed by the military and police dictatorship. As Timerman suggests on p. 141, “(t)he Holocaust will be understood not so much for the number of victims as for the magnitude of the silence. And what obsesses me most is the repetition of silence rather than the possibility of another Holocaust.”

I wonder what it must be like to live in a country in which everyone is in denial — and everyone knows it.

As George Santayana once said, “He who forgets the past is condemned to repeat it.” Rather than forget the past, the Argentine military took lessons from it — and repeated it, tango style. Unless and until a people can acknowledge, repent and incorporate this blemish on its past into its present and future — and learn from it — I fear that that people, that nation, will be condemned to die or, at the very least, to stagnate.

Argentina has not recovered — at least economically—from the seventies. As it slowly slips back into developing world status, and hundreds if not thousands return to Europe in pursuit of a way of life that once drove them to emigrate by the millions to the New World, it can revel in nostalgia — for when it was once the eighth largest industrial power on Earth.

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LibraryThing member SqueakyChu
This is the most chilling book that I have read in many years. Perhaps, had I not read this book within the first week of the election of Donald Trump to the office of president of the United States, it might not have had the same impact on me. I've always been curious about the "disappeared" Jews
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of Argentina since the years 1972-1973 when I met young Argentine dissidents when I was a volunteer nurse in Israel. Years afterward, I was horrified by Nathan Englander's novel about this subject, "A Ministry for Special Cases" because I never really stopped to ponder what could have happened to the "disappeared".

The author of this memoir, Jacobo Timerman, was a Soviet-born Jewish long-time journalist and publisher of the Argentine newspaper La Opinion. With the overthrow of power by a military junta in Argentina, the government swung from extreme Left to extreme Right. Timerman was taken prisoner without knowledge of why he had been arrested, tortured repeatedly and kept in prison for two years before he was stripped of his Argentine citizenship and expelled from that country.

There were so many lines in this memoir that shook me up that, by the time I had recorded them all for myself, it seemed as if I had written down half of the book. Timerman deals with many questions about totalitarianism. He talks about the repression of news, the use of torture, the extreme hatred concentrated on prisoners who are Jewish, the false idea of a Jewish "global conspiracy", the silence of fellow Jews, the hatred directed at Jews through acts of anti-Semitism (my own grandson's Jewish preschool at our local Jewish Community Center had a bomb threat this month), the fear of Zionism and Israel (my dearest family are kibbutz members), and eliminating the "enemy".

Maybe I would not feel so threatened by this had I not lost my maternal grandparents in the crematoria of Nazi Europe. However, what happened in Argentina did not take place in the 1930's. It took place less than fifty years ago, during my own lifetime, in yet another country with a large Jewish population, that of Argentina. Come 2017, and my own country, the United States of America, now has a president who is preaching hatred and the fear of others. I am truly terrified.

"The ideology motivating the Argentine military stems more from a notion of the world they reject than from a world they would like to attain. They would be unable to pinpoint or outline the reality they care to see materialize in Argentina, but could quickly describe what it is they hate. If asked what they want, their answer will be: A decent country, respectful of family life and patriotism. But ask them what they don't want, and then you'll be able to understand their view of the world and the difficulties they encounter when they must govern in accordance with such hatreds. On the other hand, as in every totalitarian mind, hatreds are transformed into fantasies and conform to a view of the world that matches these fantasies, and these very fantasies lead to the development of their operational tactics."

"For a totalitarian mind, there are no existing contradictions to justify a pluralistic, tolerant society. Nothing exists but enemies or friends."

"They could never explain what it was they wished to construct, but were always categorical in terms of what they wished to annihilate."

"Everything that happened once can happen again."
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LibraryThing member Grandeplease
This is a disturbing autobiography by a journalist who is unlawfully arrested by a military junta who imprisons, tortures and isolates him.

Disturbing, very disturbing.
LibraryThing member giovannigf
One of the most harrowing books I've ever read. An amazing entreaty against violence of both the left and the right, and a heartbreaking analysis of contemporary anti-Semitism. Comparable at some points perhaps to Koestler's Darkness at Noon, except that it deals with torture in a more direct (and
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horrifying, since it's nonfiction) way. I wish this were required reading in schools.
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LibraryThing member meggyweg
This is unlike any other political prisoner's memoir I've ever read -- not that I've read many, perhaps five -- in that Timerman was an actual political activist and not just an ordinary person who got swept up in the ever-rising tide of persecution. The setting is Argentina but, as Timerman
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himself pointed out, his story could just as easily have taken place in Soviet Russia or Nazi Germany or any of scores of other countries.

I enjoyed this and it really made me think, but it's not for everyone. It's not written in chronological order; Timerman skipped around quite a lot, at times describing the tortures he went through, at times talking about the anti-fascist newspaper he founded which lead to his imprisonment, at times reflecting on the state of Argentina and what leads an entire country to behave this way. Timerman was Jewish and believed he was imprisoned in large part because of that, so he spent many pages talking about anti-Semitism in Argentina.

I think this would be a good book for people wanting to learn recent Argentine history, as that is a topic examined at length. I really admired Timerman for taking a stand, knowing full well just what he was getting into, but doing it anyway because someone had to. But if you're simply looking for a book on what it's like to be a political prisoner, there are better ones out there for that.
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Original language

Spanish

Original publication date

1980

ISBN

0394514483 / 9780394514482

Local notes

Diaspora Jewry

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