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...HOLOCAUST, by Nora Levin. WHILE SIX MILLION DIED, by Arthur D. Morse. By documenting the acts of indifference against European Jewry during World War II, both authors challenge Hannah Arendt's explosive argument that the Final Solution succeeded with the acquiescence of its victims...
Ever since Hannah Arendt's provocative study on the Eichmann case, there has been no end of speculation along the lines of her major thesis: that the Nazis could not have succeeded in their slaughter of the Jews without the almost lamblike acquiescence of their victims. And there was no dearth of angry disagreement. These two books are the latest in a still-growing list that challenges the Arendt argument. In The Holocaust, Philadelphia-based Historian Nora Levin maintains that the Jews "resisted physically much more than is generally known, and under conditions that are scarcely credible." In While...
...handful of fragile souls that Jarrell forsesaw clustering about his grave? Instead we have nothing less than the United States Cultural All-Star Team. Robert Lowell, John Berryman, John Crowe Ransom, Marianne Moore, James Dickey, Allen Tate, Robert Fitzgerald, Adrienne Rich, Elizabeth Bishop, Leslie A. Fiedler, Hannah Arendt, all take the podium...
...Arendt calls him "a figure from fairyland," and none who knew him can resist commenting on the sparkling, playful eyes lodged in his deep and at times overpoweringly sad face. Elizabeth Bishop remembers him looking "small and rather delicate but bright and dazzling, too" on the crest of a Cape Cod sand dune, writing in a notebook. Robert Fitzgerald finds his face "old-fashioned and rural and honorable and a little toothy." His wife says that he grew the immense beard to look like Chekhov, but to another observer it hides "the naked vulnerability of his countenance...
...often adoring book are kernels of the familiar sad story of the American artist that poured out in Jarrell's poems. He was recovering or perhaps failing to recover from a nervous breakdown that October in North Carolina. "When I last saw him, not long before his death," Arendt writes, "the laughter was almost gone and he was ready to admit defeat...