That it was a mistake, she realized right away, by how obviously and instantly happy it made the captain—but the gravity of it took time to fully manifest itself, specifically the three days that would pass before their second, and final, interview. She realized she never got out, never stepped away from that terrible office[...]posted by languagehat at 12:22 PM on October 21, 2012
Later she would recognize this infestation of mind in dissidents' memoirs: people lived like that for years, wired, as if into an electric grid, trying to untangle something that by definition could not be untangled—drawn into a chess match with a schizoid. But at the time it felt like she was the only one left in the world. [...] Millions of people went through the same trials, and yet no collective experience emerged from it, and every rookie had to start from scratch as though he (or she) were the only one in the world—a metaphysical state, almost, like in love or in death when no other person's experience is of any use to you, and no book has words for what is happening to you, the One and Only, with the sole difference that this whole thing was sealed under the massive lid of solid, shamed silence—this was not an experience that people liked to share.
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I don't know a lot about the Frank family in particular, but from reading the book as a kid, I remember Anne's perspective being pretty bourgie and apolitical. Lots of "we can't go to the movies anymore, this is no fun at all" type entries.
posted by Sara C. at 2:55 PM on October 20, 2012 [4 favorites]