So I’m starting up again, now that school’s started and I’m finished working full time and once again have time to read, blog, etc. I’m grateful for my summer employment but damn does it kill my social life.
Title: That Day In September: A Personal Remembrance of 9/11
Author: Artie Van Why
Publisher: Van Hughes Publishing (Lulu Press)
Publication Date: June 23rd, 2006
Length: 84 pages
Genre: Memoir
Source: Won
Rating: 8/10
Back Cover:
We all have our stories to tell of where we were the morning of September 11, 2001. This is one of them. In "That Day In September" Artie Van Why gives an eyewitness account of that fateful morning. From the moment he heard "a loud boom" in his office across from the World Trade Center, to stepping out onto the street, Artie vividly transports the reader back to the day that changed our lives and our country forever. "That Day In September" takes you beyond the events of that morning. By sharing his thoughts, fears, and hopes, Artie expresses what it was like to be in New York City in the weeks and months following. The reader comes away from "That Day In September" with not only a more intimate understanding of the events of that day, but also with a personal glimpse of how one person's life was dramatically changed forever.
Review:
My sister read this first and demanded I read it. It took about twenty minutes, while I waited for my bus and on the ride home from school. It’s one of those rare short books that really grip you. The writing style is amateur, and I was a little bothered by it in the chapter he’s recounting his life and how he ended up in New York. However, you soon stop noticing and are completely taken in by the emotion behind his words.
Like I said, it’s very short and to the point, starting with what he first felt when hearing about the plane crash—curiosity, not understanding the damage done, and quickly followed by horror. From there, we go back to how he came to be in New York at the time, as a wannabe actor who eventually took a steady if boring office job and started drinking too much. As he sobered up, he started re-evaluating the choices he’d taken, whether he should go back to his dream, when 9/11 happened and made everything different.
The writing is very powerful, the characters introduced in a natural way. Small things stand out, the injured man whom he’d held a jacket to his head, trying to stop the bleeding; to a single high heeled shoe left on the road, leaving him to wonder about the owner.
For me, the most powerful words were these, taken from page 62:
You know, I don’t think I had witnessed the wrath of anyone’s God that morning. What I had been a witness to when I had looked up on those burning towers was the ultimate evil that man is capable of. The evidence of just how deep hatred could run, how far it could go.
But I had also been a witness to something else that day—down on the ground. I witnessed the ultimate goodness of man, the evidence of how strong courage could be, to what lengths it would go.
I believe God was in the hands of everyone who reached out to help someone else. He was in the arms of people in the streets as they embraced one another. He was in the tears of strangers who cried together. He was in all the lives who were given in the line of duty, in the acts of heroism. He was in the hearts of people across the country who, as they watched the horror from afar, felt compassion.
For me, that entire segment is amazing. I suppose part of this book’s intensity is the reader’s own memories from that time.
In short, I recommend this book very highly. Short, straightforward, and powerful. Enough said.
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