
It was my first year in college and I was browsing through the school store with my list of books I needed to purchase for my classes. I was enrolled to take an advanced English class and two of the books I needed to purchase were titled Maus I and Maus II, written by Art Spiegelman. When I found the books I was shocked to see that they were comics. I thought to myself, “what kind of class is this?” shrugged my shoulders, and went about my business with the books in hand.
Maus was one of the last books we read that semester, so until then it was collecting dust in my room. When my professor announced it was time to read Maus, I didn’t know what to think of the book and wasn’t sure if I was excited or dreading the next couple of months, but after reading the first few pages, I was captivated; I could barely stop myself from reading the entire book in one night.
Maus is an autobiography told using the comic form. Spiegelman tells the story of his fathers fight to survive the Holocaust as a Polish Jew. Each type of person is represented by different animals; all the Jews are mice, the Germans are cats, the Poles are pigs, the Americans are dogs, and the French are frogs.

I know from description alone the book sounds silly or childish, however it’s anything but that. The books encompass many different levels of emotion and meaning, and trust me when I say you’ll need a tissue box near by.
Born and raised in Europe, I learned about the Holocaust in school at an early age. History isn’t something I always find interesting, but World War II has always fascinated me. My family traveled to the museum of Anne Franks hiding house, and I saw some of the awful concentration camps where the Nazi’s kept their prisoners, including Auschwitz. Being able to actually see where all the horror took place made reading the book a much more personal experience for me. It felt real, sending shivers down my spine and tears down my cheeks.


The book is a lot like a film. You become very attached to the little mouse on the page and you want so badly for him to survive. You find yourself becoming truly immersed in the pages and before you know it you’ve finished the first book and are on to the next.
My class had several discussions on the book, and though I can’t remember most of them, I know many of the discussions got pretty heated. I took many of the comments personally, as if I was a Jewish Holocaust survivor, and was quick to defend any comment I found offensive.
We also discussed Art’s relationship with his father, Vladek, and Vladek’s character. Ironically he is now a penny-pinching, mean, racist old man. Some of our discussions were very similar to what Things That Mean A Lot address: “Art realizes that in many ways his father resembles the stereotype of the “miser old Jew”, and having to portray him as such worries him. Many of these are, of course, unanswerable questions. To which extent did the overwhelming experience of the Holocaust turn his father into who he is today? What can be traced back to it, and what can’t? What can you expect from someone who went through something as overwhelming as that? What can you demand? And how much can you forgive and tolerate? How do you even begin to make sense of something like this?”

This book had a huge impact on me. Not only does it add to my knowledge about the Holocaust, but more importantly it made the facts meaningful. Tragedies are often hard to truly comprehend until you put a face and a story behind it. Vladek’s story got to my core, like the story of Anne Frank, and the ones I learned about in Auschwitz.

I don’t know why I am so fascinated by World War II; after all it was a terrible time. I guess I am overwhelmed with the idea that such evil could take place during a time that was not so long ago. Because we do not live in it, we often forget that torture and extreme hatred still exists. This book helped open my eyes, especially after the discussions we had in class.
I am ashamed to say I am not an avid book reader. I hate using the excuse, I’m to busy, but that’s often what I say. However, if I do get the chance to pick up a book and read, I always try to pick stories based on true events. I want to be open-minded, not sheltered by the fortunate life I have. I’d like to film a documentary, and maybe someday I can help others less fortunate then myself.
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