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I was wondering what do you guys think is the best most comprehensive book or set of books on World War II. There are some books that just paint a general picture of the war and its effects. While there are other books that go into detail about the political side of it but leave out details about battles and such. So what I am trying to say is that I want a book or book set that goes into detail about every aspect of the war, from the general picture to details about major battles.
Thank you
The Second World War by John Keegan, is, a classic for those reading about that event in the world.
My daughter likes war, fantasy, and historical fiction books with a little romance, but not a lot. Any suggestions? Thanks!
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The Boy in the Striped Pyjamas – John Boyne
This is truly a great holocaust book about an unusual and touching friendship
The Book Thief – Marcus Zusak
Original, entertaining, a great book about WWII with a twist – it’s written in the view of Death
Saving Rafael – Leslie Wilson
Set in war-torn Berlin, Saving Rafael is an engrossing account of a forbidden love between a Jewish boy and his childhood sweetheart.
~ JLT
Hi, well, I’m enjoying reading fiction books about the war, and I was wondering if you have any good ones to recommend? I’ve read The dragonfly pool, Private Peaceful and Remembrance and I am planning to read The Boy In The Striped Pyjamas and The Western Front. Does anyone recommend any other ones?
Thanks!
:- Oh, at the moment I’m mainly interested in WW1 and WW2 books, but I’m happy to give any others a go!
Damn it. I was typing a super long answer to this question and my computer shut down. Okay, I’ll start again.
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I liked ‘Private Peaceful’ and ‘The Boy In The Striped Pyjamas’.
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‘The Book Thief’ by Markus Zusak. Nazi Germany WW2.
I just finished this book one hour ago. The best book I’ve ever read (and I’m a quite avid reader). Gosh, you have no idea how much impact it’s having on me as the reader. I love Markus Zusak’s writing style and his way with words. Simple, beautiful, refreshing.
Warning: if you want a happy ending, or a quick read, this book isn’t for you. But if you want to get to know the characters and love them so much you don’t want the book to end and if you want to devour striking, simple yet exquisite metaphors and similes, which the book is packed with, it is for you.
At least that was how I felt when reading the book.
Okay, I admit that I do skip things when reading books. But while reading ‘The Book Thief’, this was not the case. Usually it takes me 3 days to finish a 550-page novel. However, it took me over 2 weeks to finish ‘The Book Thief’. This is because I couldn’t help but read each word and sentence very carefully, not wanting to miss out the beauty of Markus Zusak’s descriptions. There were some parts I had to read over and over again – they were just too amazing.
So that was my review for ‘The Book Thief’. I’m going to return it to the library next week and I WILL ask my parents to buy me one so I can own it and read through it over and over again.
Markus Zusak is my hero.
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‘Once’ & ‘Then’ by Morris Gleitzman. WW2.
This is an easy (told from a child’s point of view) and quick read (I read the two books in two days). I recommend it, but I liked ‘The Book Thief’ better. You might want to have a look:
http://kimbofo.typepad.com/readingmatters/2009/08/once-then-by-morris-gleitzman.html
There’s a third book ‘Now’ which came out this May. I’m going to have a look at it since I really enjoyed the other two.
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‘The Diary of Anne Frank’. I haven’t read it yet (not a fan of classics) but since many people recommend it I’m recommending it to you.
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Happy reading =)
when i say war story books. i mean the wars we recently fought or fighting. I need some suggestions. thanx
my class read "The Things They Carried" by Tim O’Brien, which is a vietnam war novel. it was very good.
Lord’s of Discipline is also really good, but is more about naval academies then actual war, however there are mentions.
Before the Creeks Ran Red, Foster’s War, Across the Lines, and The Secret Project Notebook are all war related and very interesting, however they are told from a teenager’s perspective, as if they were living in that time period. They’re good reads though.
The Things They Carried is probably you’re best bet, however. Enjoy Reading!
Very rarely are we given the opportunity as citizens to participate in a revolution. The citizens that founded our republic participated in a revolution that has affected every corner of the earth for more than 200 years now. Our grandfathers and fathers participated in a revolution during World War II when we successfully ridded the world of Adolph Hitler and his technology of death that was sweeping civilization.
Finally we all participated in a quiet revolution when Communism fell to its knees a little more than a decade ago, and went out with a WHIMPER. It didn’t have to be that way. Millions could have died in Eastern Europe and in the USSR itself. Very quietly, this brutal totalitarian dictatorship that sought to enslave the planet quietly disappeared, and more remarkably, they all became capitalists. What a wild world we live in.
I submit to you that we are on the eve of a new American Revolution, perhaps as powerful as the birth of our democracy in the 1700’s. What has happened is that the power in this country is in the process of being re-distributed to the people themselves who are the voters. We were born as a Republic, remember the words, “And to the Republic, for which it stands,” in the Pledge of Allegiance. We are fast becoming a Democracy based on the information dispersion created by the Internet and cable television as a tool in everybody’s home.
Granted there is tremendous noise on the Internet, meaning that there is an abundance of useless information, but in the universe there are many gems, and they are on the Internet as well. Think about what has happened in just a few short years? It wasn’t so long ago, that mainstream media had a 100% liberal bias. Clearly, an objective look at ABC, NBC, and CBS would reveal their liberal orientation. From their origins to their story topics, the media always played it to the left of center. Richard Nixon would NEVER have had to resign from office if the either the Senate or the House was Republican and the media was neutral.
Today, with the Internet and Cable television, the tide has certainly evened up, and maybe swung to the other side. Dan Rather of CBS broadcast a disparaging story on George Bush and the National Guard which may have been correct, but Rather knew he couldn’t prove it. In an attempt to influence the election two weeks before the election, he broadcasted it anyway. The Internet blows up his 40 year career and forced his resignation. The bloggers were relentless in attacking Rather and it resulted in the disgraceful behind the scenes, to date never revealed story of the firing of Dan Rather. Without the Internet and Cable television, Dan Rather would still be representing his liberal bias on prime time television every night.
Traditional media and print journalism can’t stand what has happened with the Internet and cable revolution we are participating in. When Republican Congressman Foley committed political suicide by writing inappropriate sexual e-mails to young pages, you and I were able to get on the Internet and read the e-mails for ourselves to determine the guilt of innocence of this man. We didn’t need anybody with a POLITICAL AGENGA filtering it for us, and therein lies the REVOLUTION.
We are able to filter stories for ourselves. No longer do I have to listen to Dan Rather tell me what’s right or wrong. I can listen to Rather, read the NY Times, and go to the Internet and Cable TV to get additional information that the liberals refuse to divulge to me.
The following will amaze you. A month before we invaded Iraq there was a former weapons inspector on television giving an interview in which he spoke in an explosive voice. He was ranting and raving that “There are no weapons of mass destruction in Iraq, and we aren’t going to find any.” I thought he was crazy, but I also said to myself, this is former weapons inspector who was THERE. He’s not a recently released patient from an insane asylum.
Now the reality is that he was right, and the President was wrong, the CIA was wrong, the military was wrong. How was this guy right, and knew he was right, and a 300 billion dollar a year war machine couldn’t get it right? I have never seen or heard from this individual again. Has he been hushed up, why no interview, articles, or books? After all, he got it right, and we all got it wrong.
The Internet is leveling the playing field. If you want to know why John Kerry lost the national election, look to the Internet. The guy was being defined by the Internet before he could define himself. I know Governor Pataki was making a joke when he said that “John Kerry has to Google himself every morning to see where he stands on the issues,” but he wasn’t so far off the truth in retrospect.
If I could have one prayer answered in politics, and I believe it’s going to be answerd, this would be it. I would like to see every candidate, liberal or conservative raise 100% of their financial backing from the Internet and be free from these Special Interests and Lobbyists that are DESTROYING the democratic basis of our country. I don’t want the drug companies to dictate pricing to Medicare for drugs for senior citizens. I also don’t want teacher’s lobbies dictating education in this country.
Did you know from kindergarten through senior year of high school, our education system ranks 16th in the world? On a college level, we rank number one and there is no one even close. Why you ask? It’s because the college system is private, and the public system is not. Even on a college level when you have public colleges like the University of California system or State University of New York system, they are world class only because they have to compete against a private system. Our public school system doesn’t compete, and therefore it is allowed to remain mediocre in the face of 15 superior systems throughout the world.
It is time for the Revolution to continue. By 2012, we will not recognize the political system in the United States as the dispersion of information shifts unfiltered to the people through the Internet’s power. We should all welcome it, and thank God for it. What a wonderful thing that we will be alive to see it.
Goodbye and Good Luck
Richard Stoyeck
November 3, 2006
Richard Stoyeck
http://www.articlesbase.com/advertising-articles/internet-and-cable-tv-shake-up-democracy-71724.html
O Believers!
The new Messiah. His divinity is all about change, hoping for change and changing for the hope – not to mention coolness and hype. So what is the second coming of Jesus doing ? In the name of progressive change the divine one has reappointed 28 former Clinton advisers to his ’shadow government’, named Tim Geithner an insider from the New York Central Bank and someone who is partially responsible for the current economic mess as Treasury Secretary [bad choice]; and now his holiness has announced that HE and HIS government [not markets you understand], will create 2.5 million jobs. Right out of thin air! Or maybe just by adding holy water ? Note to the Messianic genius – governments cannot create anything. Maybe his divinity can read the history of the 1930s and the failure of the New Deal to re-educate his Harvard trained mind before he wipes out the US economy ‘creating’ 2.5 million eco-jobs with welfare money.
O Believers!
The great one, the new prophet and savior of mankind, truly believes that HE [with divine approval?] will save the US economy and ‘manufacture’ jobs. Listen to what his Harvard trained eminence, with the ancient prophets smiling from above no doubt, had to say about HE and HIS team’s plan to solving the government created economic crisis: “..this plan is big enough to meet the challenges we face. … We’ll be working out the details in the weeks ahead, but it will be a two-year, nationwide effort to jump-start job creation in America and lay the foundation for a strong and growing economy.”
O Believers!
Blessed be the prophet Obama. The new messiah’s plan in his own words [are they divine?], “will mean 2.5 million more jobs by January of 2011.” Saving, creating, – a national effort ! personal and communal meaning ! Maybe we can call this the new ‘Volksgemeinschaft’ or the O’Messiah’s state-individual community agreement ? His divine being has proclaimed that the US will be engaged in a 2 year national socialist effort at inventing jobs – how communal, patriotic and heart warming. Tears well up in sundry eyes, as hearts throb to the messianic beat. But there is a slight problem for the holy messiah and the true believers – governments don’t create jobs.
O Believers!
But the kool-aid drinking media and the frenzied and brainwashed [but they hate Christians remember] O’Messiah cult, too busy to read, to get educated, and too disdainful of human skill and ingenuity, will wildly applaud and believe the Black Jesus and his commandments that ‘we shall create and save 2.5 million jobs!’ That would be the 11th commandment along with the other 10 that no one in today’s highly educated world can name. Markets will no doubt rise, female media correspondents faint, and Oprah and friends, along with the racist Trinity Church in Chicago will scream and dance.
O Believers!
The only problem is that government does not create anything. Government does not have independent revenue sources. Government does not have private capital. Government does not create private markets, private contracts, supply and demand and price points. Government does not expand anything other than state power which crowds out and destroys private capital. By destroying private markets in ‘creating’ welfare programs all a government will do is increase debt and actually increase real unemployment over a longer period of time.
Apparently basic economic knowledge is not a requirement to be President or a messiah.
O Believers!
The O’Messiah is simply imitating the failed policies of FDR in the 1930s – one of the great statists and socialists of all time and much beloved by students, professors, and the media. FDR’s statist deal apparently ‘created’ 5 million jobs in the US during the 1930s. Roads, bridges, stadia, public gardens and parks were all ‘created’ by FDR’s autocratic government. However in 1939 25-35 million men were still unemployed – the same number as in 1932. So over a 7 year period nothing changed. FDR did not create jobs, he did not stimulate the economy. In fact he raised taxes, increased government spending by 3 times, increased the Federal debt by 10 times, and after 7 years of hyper-active government interventionism the result was the same – mass unemployment.
Henry Morgenthau was Treasury Secretary during this period and was the man responsible for writing the cheques. In 1939 he admitted the entire New Deal program was a colossal failure: “We have tried spending money. We are spending more than we have ever spent before and it does not work. And I have just one interest, and now if I am wrong somebody else can have my job. I want to see this country prosper. I want to see people get a job. I want to see people get enough to eat. We have never made good on our promises. I say after eight years of this administration, we have just as much unemployment as when we started. And enormous debt to boot.”
You will never see such quotes or facts in history books, classrooms or in the media. FDR like the O’Messiah is a saint like figure. FDR ’saved’ America during the Great Depression. Actually no, he and his policies and that of the preceding Hoover administration caused the Great Depression. The dirty thirties were a government creation not a market failure. High taxes, protectionism, reduced credit, massive regulation and an orgy of spending and governmental interference created and deepened the Depression. Far from saving anything, FDR actually destroyed not only millions of jobs, but millions of ordinary lives.
O Believers!
And for that FDR is a hero.
Now fast forward the new O’Messiah. HE and HIS government, like FDR’s, will create or save 2.5 million jobs. This is rather disappointing since the great socialist FDR created or saved at least 5 million. One would expect more from a divine being. But no matter. Like FDR the Black Jesus will create public works programs targeted at ‘infrastructure’ since according to his holiness only public money can ’save’ the US’ decrepit infrastructural system. However we have the added bonus of hundreds if not thousands of Greenie programs which will be added. Apparently since the state is the only actor which can build a road, it must de facto be the only actor who can love and nurture Mother Earth. So not only will the adoring and publicly paid legions of O’Messiah supporters be busy repairing roads, bridges and sewers, they will also be engaged in trimming bushes, planting flowers, hugging trees, and tenderly cleaning up rivers and streams. We should expect that the welfare created armies of the new Messiah, during the GlobaloneyWarmed summer months of massive climate change will be dancing naked and gaily in the pristine forests and meadows that they have ’saved’.
Not only will his holiness ’save and create 2.5 million jobs’, he will also save Mother Earth!
O Believers!
It is enough to make one drop to his knees, crying and driveling snot and thanking the divine presence for his prescience and massive intelligence in saving us from ourselves! Blessed be the new Jesus !
So let’s see. The Black Jesus will hire 2.5 million good little statists. He will pay them by either raising taxes on others, or by incurring more debt by selling debt instruments to largely foreign buyers [if any remain]; or he will simply print the money. So the 2.5 million ‘created’ jobs are not actually jobs per se but a massive welfare program paid by taxes, future obligations with interest, or through a devalued currency and hence a living standard reduction for all taxpayers. Nice.
Would it be any different if his holiness asked every American to go outside and dig holes for 6 months ? He could then claim to have created 300 million jobs overnight and saved the US economy. He could repay the labor of digging holes, by granting every American a welfare cheque for this ‘work’. This payment would come from sur taxation or debt. Is increasing taxes and debt creating jobs? Does an economy flourish when incentives to produce product and make a profit are diminished? Does real GDP actually grow when you print money or sell debt and hand over the proceeds in welfare payments?
O Believers!
The O’Messiah’s plan is plainly stupid. It is FDR statism. New Deals have always failed. Nazi Germany contrary to popular myth was a bankrupt state in 1939 thanks to nationalist socialist engineering. War in 1939 was inevitable. The Russian empire imploded as ‘New Deals’ destroyed capital, jobs and even morality. Now we have the Black Jesus, whom the media chants is ‘gonna save us’ [so eloquent] proffering the same nonsense. HE will create or save 2.5 million jobs? No he won’t. Like FDR he will destroy millions of jobs and with it millions of lives. And like FDR being an elitist Ivy league snot he won’t care a whit and will use deception and lies to justify big government and the expansion of state power.
C. Read
http://www.articlesbase.com/news-and-society-articles/the-black-jesus-and-the-old-new-deal-to-create-25-million-jobs-675184.html
I might as well say, right from the jump: it wasn’t my usual kind of job.
I like to work alone, in my own clean, silent, well-lit laboratory, where the climate is controlled and everything I need is right at hand. It’s true that I have developed a reputation as someone who can work effectively out of the lab, when I have to, when the museums don’t want to pay the travel insurance on a piece, or when private collectors don’t want anyone to know exactly what it is that they own. It’s also true that I’ve flown halfway around the world, to do an interesting job. But never to a place like this: the boardroom of a bank in the middle of a city where they just stopped shooting at each other five minutes ago.
For one thing, there are no guards hovering over me at my lab at home. I mean, the museum has a few quiet security professionals cruising around, but none of them would ever dream of intruding on my work space. Not like the crew here. Six of them. Two were bank security guards, two were Bosnian police, here to keep an eye on the bank security, and the other two were United Nations peacekeepers, here to keep an eye on the Bosnian police. All having loud conversations in Bosnian or Danish over their crackly radio handsets. As if that wasn’t enough of a crowd, there was also the official UN observer, Hamish Sajjan. My first Scottish Sikh, very dapper in Harris tweed and an indigo turban. Only in the UN. I’d had to ask him to point out to the Bosnians that smoking wasn’t going to be happening in a room that would shortly contain a fifteenth-century manuscript. Since then, they’d been even more fidgety.
I was starting to get fidgety myself. We’d been waiting for almost two hours. I’d filled the time as best I could. The guards had helped me reposition the big conference table nearer to the window, to take advantage of the light. I’d assembled the stereo microscope and laid out my tools: documentation cameras, probes, and scalpels. The beaker of gelatin was softening on its warming pad, and the wheat paste, linen threads, gold leaf were laid out ready, along with some glassine envelopes in case I was lucky enough to find any debris in the binding — it’s amazing what you can learn about a book by studying the chemistry of a bread crumb. There were samples of various calfskins, rolls of handmade papers in different tones and textures, and foam forms positioned in a cradle, ready to receive the book. If they ever brought the book.
“Any idea how much longer we’re going to have to wait?” I asked Sajjan. He shrugged.
“I think there is a delay with the representative from the National Museum. Since the book is the property of the museum, the bank cannot remove it from the vault unless he is present.”
Restless, I walked to the windows. We were on the top floor of the bank, an Austro-Hungarian wedding cake of a building whose stuccoed facade was speckled with mortar pockmarks just like every other structure in the city. When I put my hand on the glass, the cold seeped through. It was supposed to be spring; down in the small garden by the bank’s entrance, the crocuses were blooming. But it had snowed earlier that morning, and the bowl of each small flower brimmed with a foam of snowflakes, like tiny cups of cappuccino. At least the snow made the light in the room even and bright. Perfect working light, if only I could get to work.
Simply to be doing something, I unrolled some of my papers — French-milled linen. I ran a metal ruler over each sheet, working it flat. The sound of the metal edge traveling across the large sheet was like the sound of the surf I can hear from my flat at home in Sydney.I noticed that my hands were shaking. Not a good thing in my line of work.
My hands are not what you’d call one of my better features. Chapped, wattled across the back, they don’t look like they belong on my wrists, which I am happy to report are slender and smooth like the rest of me. Charwoman’s hands, my mother called them, the last time we argued. After that, when I had to meet her at the Cosmopolitan for coffee — brief, correct, the pair of us brittle as icicles — I wore a pair of gloves from the Salvos as a sort of piss-take. Of course, the Cosmopolitan is probably the only place in Sydney where someone might miss the irony in that gesture. My mother did. She said something about getting me a hat to match.
In the bright snow light, my hands looked even worse than usual, all ruddy and peeling from scouring the fat off cow gut with a pumice stone. When you live in Sydney, it’s not the simplest thing in the world to get a meter of calf ’s intestine. Ever since they moved the abattoir out of Homebush and started to spruce the place up for the 2000 Olympics, you have to drive, basically, to woop woop, and then when you finally get there, there’s so much security in place because of the animal libbers you can barely get in the gate. It’s not that I blame them for thinking I was a bit sketchy. It’s hard to grasp right off the bat why someone might need a meter of calf ’s appendix. But if you are going to work with five-hundred-year-old materials, you have to know how they were made five hundred years ago. That’s what my teacher, Werner Heinrich, believed. He said you could read about grinding pigments and mixing gesso all you like, but the only way to understand is to actually do it. If I wanted to know what words like cutch and schoder really described, I had to make gold leaf myself: beat it and fold it and beat it again, on something it won’t stick to, like the soft ground of scoured calf intestine. Eventually, you’ll have a little packet of leaves each less than a thousandth of a millimeter thick. And you’ll also have horrible-looking hands.
I made a fist, trying to smooth out the old-lady wattle skin. Also to see if I could stop the trembling. I’d been nervous ever since I changed planes in Vienna the day before. I travel a lot; you basically have to, if you live in Australia and want a piece of the most interesting projects in my field, which is the conservation of medieval manuscripts. But I don’t generally go to places that are datelines in war correspondents’ dispatches. I know there are people who go in for that sort of thing and write great books about it, and I suppose they have some kind of “It can’t happen to me” optimism that makes it possible for them. Me, I’m a complete pessimist. If there’s a sniper somewhere in the country I’m visiting, I fully expect to be the one in his crosshairs.
Even before the plane landed, you could see the war. As we broke through the gray swag of cloud that seems to be the permanent condition of the European sky, the little russet-tiled houses hugging the Adriatic looked familiar at first, just like the view I’m used to, down over the red rooftops of Sydney to the deep blue arc of Bondi Beach. But in this view, half the houses weren’t there anymore. They were just jagged bits of masonry, sticking up in ragged rows like rotting teeth.
There was turbulence as we went over the mountains. I couldn’t bring myself to look as we crossed into Bosnia so I pulled down the window shade. The young bloke next to me — aid worker, I guessed, from the Cambodian scarf and the gaunt malarial look of him — obviously wanted to look out, but I ignored his body language and tried to distract him with a question.
“So, what brings you here?”
“Mine clearance.”
I was tempted to say something really borderline like, “Business booming?” but managed, uncharacteristically, to restrain myself. And then we landed, and he was up, with every single other person in the plane, jostling in the aisle, ferreting around in the overhead bins. He shouldered an immense rucksack and then proceeded to almost break the nose of the man crowding the aisle behind him. The lethal backpacker ninety-degree turn. You see it on the bus at Bondi all the time.
The cabin door finally opened, and the passengers oozed forward as if they were glued together. I was the only one still seated. I felt as if I’d swallowed a stone that was pinning me to my spot.
“Dr. Heath?” The flight attendant was hovering in the emptied aisle.
I was about to say, “No, that’s my mother,” when I realized she meant me. In Australia only prats flaunt their PhDs. I certainly hadn’t checked in as anything other than Ms.
“Your United Nations escort is waiting on the tarmac.” That explained it. I’d already noticed, in the run-up to accepting this gig, that the UN liked to give everyone the fl ashiest possible handle.
“Escort?” I repeated stupidly. “Tarmac?” They’d said I’d be met, but I thought that meant a bored taxi driver holding a sign with my name misspelled. The flight attendant gave me one of those big, perfect, German smiles. She leaned across me and flung up the drawn shade. I looked out. Three huge, amor-plated, tinted-window vans, the kind they drive the American president around in, stood idling by the plane’s wingtip. What should have been a reassuring sight only made the stone in my gut a ton heavier. Beyond them, in long grass posted with mine-warning signs in various languages, I could see the rusting hulk of a huge cargo plane that must have missed the runway during some earlier unpleasantness. I looked back at Fräulein Smiley-Face.
“I thought the cease fire was being observed,” I said.
“It is,” she said brightly. “Most days. Do you need any assistance with your hand luggage?”
I shook my head, and bent to tug out the heavy case wedged tightly under the seat in front of me. Generally, airlines don’t like collections of sharp metal things on board, but the Germans are great respecters of trades, and the check-in clerk understood when I explained how I hate to check my tools in case they end up touring Europe without me while I sit on my rear end unable to do my work.
I love my work. That’s the thing. That’s why, despite being a world-class coward, I agreed to take this job. To be honest, it never occurred to me not to take it. You don’t say no to the chance to work on one of the rarest and most mysterious volumes in the world.
Reprinted by arrangement with Viking, a member of Penguin Group (USA) Inc., from PEOPLE OF THE BOOK Copyright © Geraldine Brooks, 2008
The above is an excerpt from the book People of the Book
by Geraldine Brooks
Published by Penguin Books; December 2008;$15.00US/$16.50CAN; 978-0-14-311500-7
Copyright © 2008 Geraldine Brooks
Author Bio
Geraldine Brooks is the Pulitzer Prize-winning author of March and Year of Wonders and the nonfiction works Nine Parts of Desire and Foreign Correspondence. Previously. Brooks was a correspondent for The Wall Street Journal in Bosnia, Somalia, and the Middle East. Born and raised in Australia, she lives on Martha’s Vineyard with her husband Tony Horwitz, their son Nathaniel, and three dogs.
Geraldine Brooks
http://www.articlesbase.com/literature–articles/chapter-1-people-of-the-book-excerpt-695252.html
I have a school paper I need to write and I’m doing it on African American soldiers during the war. How they were treated, basically the social impact. Does anyone know any good books? Thanks!
How about how Japanese Americans were rounded up and thrown into work camps using Census data?
Japanese Americans who could not be found (where the census data said they would be) were hunted down and thrown into prison.
You can talk about the minority majority (the 49% vs 51%), or the long underrepresented 5% minority… The asian americans, the native americans ect.
A report on native american indians in the war would be interesting, considering it wasn’t even a few generations ago the same government was waging campaigns of genocide against them to built the railroad system and seize their land.