Rediscovering Etty Hillesum
Dec. 31st, 2018 02:12 pm
A few weeks ago I discovered – quite by accident – that the volume I owned was only a small portion of Etty’s diary. The book on the right is her Complete and Unabridged diary, along with the letters she wrote from Westerbork, a work camp where she was imprisoned before she was taken to Auschwitz. The unabridged volume is out of print, and I paid quite a bit for it, but it feels like one of the best expenditures I’ve made in a very long time. I feel like I am entering a “new octave” in my own life, integrating (finally) a lot of old lessons and releasing old aspects of my identity which went with them. Finding Etty anew at this time, and with so much more material, feels highly synchronous.
I haven’t had time to compare the texts yet, but the differences between the covers speaks volumes. The softly muted, pastel portrait on the left, with its demurely downcast eyes, hardly seems to have anything to do with the frank, bold, intense expression of the photograph on the right. It’s easy to suspect that there will be a great deal in this version which the previous editors found unsettling or uncomfortable, or which they feared their readers would not find appealing. I am looking forward to meeting Etty all over again, and I tremendously grateful for the thirty years of life and experience I’ve had since then. Years which were denied to her by anti-Semitic hatred and violence which still scar our world today. Her words are a gift. Her memory is a blessing.