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  • Essay / The Art of Survival - 1057

    For most people, survival is simply putting food on the table, making sure the house payment is made on time, and not forgetting to put on that big winter coat. Holocaust prisoners did not have to worry about such things. Their food, clothing and shelter were all provided for them. Unfortunately, there was never enough food, never enough shelter, and the clothing was never good enough. The methods of survival described in the novels Maus by Art Spieglmen and Night by Elie Wiesel are distinctly different, but undeniably similar. The means of survival in the book Night differ greatly from the means of survival in Maus. In Night, their fight for survival is more ruthless. This is especially evident in the intense struggle for food. And an example of this is when the book says, “Meir, Meir, my boy! Don't you recognize me? I am your father… you hurt me… you kill your father! I have bread…for you too…for you too…” (Wiesel 96) In this passage he describes a boy beating his father to death over a piece of bread on his way to a concentration camp. Survival was not as intense in the Maus book. In this book, survival was simply a fight to stay out of concentration camps. An example of this in Maus is when it says: “So, in the courtyard we made a hiding place, a bunker.” (Spieglmen 86) Here it explains that their concerns are not about staying alive in the concentration camps, but rather about staying out of the concentration camps themselves. In Maus, their survival depended largely on their connections in high places. They should know someone who knows someone who could get something for them to stay out of the concentration camps. An example of this is when they are in the stadium getting their passport stamped. This is evident when it says "Me and Anja came to the table where my cousin was sitting...so we got our passports stamped and quickly arrived at the right side of the stadium. The ones they sent left, they didn't 'received no stamp" (Spieglmen 90) This is different from Night in the sense that it doesn't matter who you were or who you knew..