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Megan Cooper . Instructor Klug. English 10B. April 21,

Megan Cooper Instructor Klug English 10B April 21, 2017 Analyzing Night Style The Holocaust was the systematic and bureaucratic murder of six million Jews by the Nazi party and its collaborators. During the era of the Holocaust, German authorities targeted many groups of people because of their perceived racial inferiority including Gypsies, the disabled, and some of the Slavic peoples. Other groups were persecuted on political, ideological, and behavioral grounds. Several authors have written about the Holocaust, but one author that touched many people the most was Elie Wiesel. Through the use of several style devices, Wiesel creates an impressionistic style which reflects the nature of his experiences in the Nazi†¦show more content†¦For example on page 25 a woman on the train with Elie named Madam Schà ¤chter cries, Jews listen to me, I see a fire! I see flames, huge flames! Wiesel uses her hallucinations to foreshadow what is about to happen to most of the men, women, and children arriving at the camps. The others on the train with her sa id, She is hallucinating because she is thirsty, poor woman. . . That s why she speaks of flames devouring her. . . However, in her fear, she is the most honest and accurate about what is going to happen. Everyone on the train hated Madame Schachter because she was screaming about her vision of flames which no one could see. When Elie and his father finally get off the train, they see the thick black smoke and smell the flesh in the air around them and they see, for the first time, that Madam Schachter s visions were true. Sentence fragments are spotted frequently throughout the text. On page 9 Wiesel writes, ANGUISH. He says that because the Germans coming and they re afraid. Another example is on page when he says, Anaphora is the repetition of a word or phrase at the beginning of successive clauses. When Wiesel writes, Never shall I forget that night, the first night in the camp, that turned my life into one long night seven times sealed. Never shall I forget that smoke. Never shall I forget the small faces of the children whose bodies I saw transformed

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