The Voice of Memory: Interviews 1961-1987

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Over the course of more than twenty-five years, Primo Levi gave more than two hundred newspaper, journal, radio and television interviews speaking with such varied authors as Philip Roth and Germaine Greer. Marco Belpoliti and Robert Gordon have selected and translated thirty-six of the most important of these interviews for The Voice of Memory.
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Over the course of more than twenty-five years, Primo Levi gave more than two hundred newspaper, journal, radio and television interviews speaking with such varied authors as Philip Roth and Germaine Greer. Marco Belpoliti and Robert Gordon have selected and translated thirty-six of the most important of these interviews for The Voice of Memory.
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Editorial Reviews

Library Journal
Independent scholar Belpoliti and Gordon (Italian, Cambridge Univ.) have translated and annotated 36 interviews, out of over 200, given by Primo Levi (The Periodic Table, Survival in Auschwitz) between 1961 and 1987. The editors contend that these interviews, many of them not previously available in English, provide readers with new insights into Levi's complex character. The interviews cover a variety of subjects, from mountaineering to reflections on Levi's visit to Auschwitz in 1982. Of particular interest to those who study the Holocaust are a 1961 set of questions and answers on the nature of anti-Semitism and the uniqueness of the Shoah. In this interview, Levi not only generalizes about anti-Semitism, he also reveals his sense of the motivations behind human behavior. The publication of this material will be welcomed by devotees of Levi's work, as well as scholars in general, for the material provides a wider perspective on Levi the man. Recommended for Judaica and specialized libraries.--Frederic Krome, Jacob Rader Marcus Ctr. of American Jewish Archives, Cincinnati Copyright 2001 Cahners Business Information.
Booknews
Levi gave more than 200 newspaper, journal, radio, and TV interviews between 1961 and 1987, the year he died. Editors Marco Belpoliti and Robert Gordon (Gordon also translated) selected 36 of the most significant conversations, many appearing in English for the first time, conducted by interviewers from Philip Roth to Germaine Greer. The interviews are divided into sections focusing on aspects of Levi's work: English encounters, life, books, literature and writing, Auschwitz and survival, and Judaism and Israel. Annotation c. Book News, Inc., Portland, OR (booknews.com)
Kirkus Reviews
A collection of 36 interviews conducted by various journalists and authors with Holocaust survivor and writer Primo Levi between 1961 and 1987. Although best known as a witness to the horrors of Nazi concentration camps (If This Is a Man, 1947), Levi had wide-ranging concerns, and his literary achievements reach from full-fledged fiction (If Not Now, When?, 1982) to a reflection on the nature of labor (The Wrench, 1987) and various short works of science fiction. These interviews limn a chemist-by-day, writer-by-night whose morality, optimism, curiosity, and thoughtfulness guided him while a prisoner in Auschwitz and later as a factory worker and internationally acclaimed author. Overall, the anthology successfully portrays a highly consistent, deeply introspective writer. This success, however, engenders the work's greatest weakness: due to Levi's reluctance to discuss his private life and what appears to be an unfortunate lack of imagination on the part of his questioners, the collection is dominated by his repeated and repetitive demonstrations of intellectual and moral consistency, while the intimacy and personal insights that also characterize a good interview are decidedly scanted. There are marked exceptions. Edith Bruck's 1976 portrait,"Jewish, up to a point," offers a rare glimpse into Levi's personal side, and the section entitled"Auschwitz and Survival" contains many superlative pieces, notably"A Self-Interview: Afterword to If This Is a Man." Gems scattered throughout include Levi's reflections on chemistry, computers, growing old, science fiction, the relationship between art and society, the nature of racism, his trouble with Kafka, and his ambivalence towardIsrael.The life and ideas of this fascinating figure certainly warrant in-depth attention, but this is not the best introduction to the man behind the art.
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780745621494
  • Publisher: Wiley, John & Sons, Incorporated
  • Publication date: 12/28/2000
  • Pages: 306
  • Product dimensions: 5.98 (w) x 9.02 (h) x 0.92 (d)

Meet the Author

Primo Levi (1919-1987) was born and lived his entire life in Turin, with the exception of the years 1944-45, when he was captured as an anti-Facist partisan, deported to Auschwitz, and then released into war-torn Europe. He was the author of such acclaimed books as If This is a Man, The Periodic Table and The Drowned and the Saved.


Marco Belpoliti is editing the complete works of Primo Levi. Robert Gordon is a University Lecturer in Italian and fellow of Gonville and Caius College, Cambridge.

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Chapter One

Germaine Greer Talks to
Primo Levi (1985)


The interview was conducted in Italian; words occasionally given in inverted commas are words that Levi himself said in English.


In the first chapter of La chiave a stella [The Wrench] Faussone says to the writer to whom he's going to tell his story: `Now if you want to tell this, you'll work on it, you'll rectify it, you'll burnish it, take away the dross, give it a bit of pazazz and turn it into something.'

    Even though Faussone is an unreliable witness, I think he's saying something fundamentally true about what writers do, and I want to ask you about that manufacturing process as it applied to If This is a Man. Any writer has to master reality and get it under his control if he's going to trap it between the covers of a book. How did you manage to tame the subject of If This is a Man, and make out of that horror an elegant, clear and sensitive book. I find the achievement staggering.


I don't know how to answer. For one thing, it's forty years since I wrote it. And in those forty years I've constructed a sort of legend around that book, that I wrote it without a plan, that I wrote it on impulse, that I wrote it without reflecting at all.

    The other people I've talked to about it accepted the legend. In fact, writing is never spontaneous. Now that I think about it, I can see that this book is full of literature, literature absorbed through the skin, even while I was rejecting it (because I was a bad student of Italianliterature). I preferred chemistry. I was bored by lessons in poetic theory, the structure of the novel and all that. When the time came, and I needed to write this book, and I did have a pathological need to write it, I found inside myself a whole `programme'. And it was that literature I'd studied more or less unwillingly, the Dante I'd had to do in high school, the Italian classics and so forth.


The virtuosity of If This is a Man seems to me to reside in the rhythm of the unfolding of such a vast and appalling story and in the control of the tone of the narrator, who never seems to be unburdening himself. You don't actually find out very much about him: he was little, he could run, and he was a man people tended not to notice — which was just as well in the circumstances. Nevertheless, through the tone you feed the presence of a refined sensibility, a distinct personality, disabused, honest, undeceived and undeceivable.


I think that it's precisely in this aspect, in being `disabused' that you find the effects of my laboratory work. You couldn't afford to let yourself be taken in. It's always a good idea to go beyond appearances.

    The first days were terrible — for everyone. There is a `shock', a trauma connected with entrance into a concentration camp which can last five, ten, twenty days. Nearly all the people who died, died during this first phase. Our way of life had changed totally in the space of a few days, especially in the case of us western Jews. Polish and Russian Jews had done some hard training for the Auschwitz experience in the ghettos beforehand, and the shock for them was less severe. For us, the Italian, French and Dutch Jews, it was as if we had been plucked straight from our houses to a concentration camp.

    But I could feel, along with fear and hunger and exhaustion, an extremely intense need to understand the world around me. To begin with, the language. I know a little German, but I felt I had to know a lot more. I went so far as to take private lessons, paid for with part of my bread ration. I didn't know that I was learning a really vulgar kind of German. I found that out on a business trip to a chemical factory in Leverküsen. The people I was dealing with, very polite German types, said `How strange. Italians don't usually know any German, and those who do know a different kind of German. Where did you learn it?' So I told them. `I learnt it in Auschwitz.' They were upset, for lots of reasons. We were being friendly together and at least some of them, perhaps all of them, had been Nazis.


It is always said that Levi is wonderful because he feels no hatred or resentment against the Nazis —


That doesn't seem all that true to me.


In fact, reading If This is a Man, I am very aware of the superiority of the detached, sophisticated narrator — who detests any kind of interference in other people's lives — to these barbarous tormentors, and not just Nazis. You hardly ever mention the word `Nazi', but you do say loud and clear that there's no point in trying to understand Germans.


True enough. In fact, I tried very hard to understand Germans even afterwards. I signed on as a member of the Goethe Institute here in Turin for five years, and I've had lots of German friends.


If I can stick with this problem of the writer's re-invention of reality for a bit longer ...


Well, I think there are writers who do it deliberately and intelligently, writers who do it intelligently and not deliberately, and ingenuous writers who do it without either planning it or wanting it. I believe that when I wrote If This is a Man I belonged to the third category. There's certainly distortion in it — if only because the camp I went to, Monowitz, was not typical of the complex of camps that was Auschwitz. It was seven kilometres from Auschwitz and it was not the same. While I thought I was writing the authentic story of the concentration camp experience, I was telling the story of my camp, of just one.

    At that time, the selection of prisoners for extermination was more moderate; they took 10 or 15 per cent of the camp and not 40 or even 90 per cent as they did at Treblinka. They needed labour, you see. That's been documented: the conflict between the SS who wanted to kill everybody at once and German industry which, for reasons of money, not humanitarian considerations, said, `A worker who dies within a week is no use to us. We want workers who last at least three months, six months.' All that came out at the Nuremberg trial. I found out years later from Borkin's book, that my camp actually belonged to IG-Farben; it was a private camp. It didn't belong to the SS. And I was saved by my trade. In the selection of October 1944, I was passed over, because there was written on my card Facharbeiter, chemist. I was an unusual case, a specialized worker. And I'd like to add something else: all the stories of people who survived concentration camps have no general application. Every survivor is an exception, a miracle, someone with a special destiny. My special destiny was my training.


Your autobiographical writings, and in particular La tregua [The Truce], are a modern version of Robinson Crusoe, but I suspect you're more sceptical, more pessimistic than Defoe.


Sceptical certainly. Doubtful.


It is also true that you can't describe people without including an element of judgement in the description, isn't it? Would Sandro recognize himself from the account you give of him in The Periodic Table? [Sandro Delmastro is the hero of a section of The Periodic Table. He was the first of the Piedmontese Resistance group to be killed in 1944.]


No, he wouldn't recognize himself. He'd have protested. As his nephews in fact did protest. They attacked me violently, for stupid reasons: because I wrote that his father was a capomastro and in fact he was an industrial surveyor. It's always dangerous, transforming a person into a character. No matter how good the author's intentions, no matter how much he tries not to distort anything, or tries to improve the character of the person, to make it more noble or more beautiful, the person is always disappointed. Because everyone has an image of himself which is different from the image that other people have of them. It's as if I looked at myself in the mirror and saw a different face from the usual one. A human being is a `unique', complicated object. When that object is reduced to a page, even by the best writers, it's reduced to a skeleton. It took Flaubert five hundred pages to describe Emma Bovary. I think if Sandro had lived, and I'd made him read the portrait of himself, he would have burst out laughing. He would have thought it comical that he'd turned into a written page. He was a young man who so loathed all forms of rhetoric that he'd have been afraid to find himself described as a hero, a saint, a warrior. He'd have laughed and said something in dialect, `Balls!' probably.

    Now that I'm retired I go to a swimming pool and nearly every Tuesday I meet Sandro's brother there. We greet each other, talk about the weather but he has always refused to talk to me about Sandro.


It is dreadful, isn't it? A writer's like a parasite whose excrement lasts longer than the thing it fed on.


That's true. But the writer's not only a parasite, he's also a creator. In the best cases, the book lasts longer than the man who wrote it and transmits a reality which isn't the true one.


And no matter what he confesses to, the narrator is always invulnerable.


Because he is in control. The author is omnipotent and can create the reality he wants.


The episode in La tregua that I found the most appalling and morally ambiguous was when those of you hiding out in the scarlatina ward heard other patients in the next room groaning for water and ignored their pleading.


My subjective impression was very different. And still is today. I wrote to Charles, the Frenchman who was with me there, and we confessed to each other that those ten days were our `finest hour'. Of course, we've censored and suppressed the fact that we didn't give water to everyone. However, we did try to save ten people's lives, and we succeeded, at least in part. We couldn't save four hundred, but perhaps we could save ten. And we did our best under the circumstances, even though we were both very sick. We remembered those ten days as our best time because we invented everything, the way to make the soup, the stove we made it on, the way to get water, even the medicines that we needed. We made our own world. There were hundreds around us who were not part of the world, but I think our calculation was the right one. It was better to try realistically to save ten than to succeed in saving no one.


I'm going to ask you the questions that Mordo Nahum [a character from La tregua] and his friends used to discuss. What to you does the word `know' mean?


I don't know. I haven't asked myself that question since I was eighteen. I was surprised that Mordo Nahum and his friends asked it. Philosophy of science exists to labour over such questions, but I've remained a chemist in this. I know with my hands and my nose, with my senses, like any naive realist. It's not a matter of arriving at the deepest roots of knowing, but just of going down from one level to another, understanding a little more than before. When I understand what's going on inside a retort, I'm happier. I've extended my knowledge a little bit more. I haven't understood truth or reality. I've just reconstructed a segment, a little segment of the world. That's already a big victory inside a factory laboratory.


The next question of Mordo Nahum: what do you mean by `spirit'?


The first people to practise distillation really thought they they were extracting the soul of things. I have to say I don't know. I really don't believe in an eternal soul.


The third of Mordo's conundrums: what do you mean by `justice'?


To each his own. I think a primary approximation is to punish the guilty and reward the just. But it's very difficult to establish who is guilty and who is just. The trials they conduct in Italy, or for that matter anywhere else in the world, are not adequate. We can never be sure of establishing ultimate responsibility, of deciding whether a criminal is criminal by his own choice or because of his upbringing or his environment or the people who indoctrinated him, his teachers, his parents and so on. And so throughout the civilized world legal codes have been set up.


What is your religion?


I have none. Because my parents are Jewish, I constructed a Jewish culture for myself, but very late, after the war. After I got back, I found myself in possession of a supplementary culture and I tried to develop it. But not for religion. It's as if my religious sense had been amputated. I just haven't got one. I have what Freud called the oceanic sense. If you think about the universe at all, you become religious, but I don't have a problem with it.


Are you afraid of death?


I'm afraid of suffering, but not of death. I'm very afraid both of my own suffering and the suffering of others.


As you are one of the few Italian Jews to return from forced exile in the Lager, did you not feel some kind of duty to steep yourself in the culture of a minority which was so nearly obliterated from history?


I didn't think of it in that way. That's a role that has been imposed on me. I found it very surprising, to be introduced everywhere as an `Italian Jew'. They compared me to Bashevis Singer, misleadingly because my Jewish culture is all post hoc, all added on afterwards. I've studied Yiddish but it's not my language at all, and in Italy nobody speaks it. In America they put a label on me. I gave twenty-five interviews, and each one was on the theme, `What it means to be a Jew in Italy.' Not much, I'm afraid.

    I am interested in the fact that so many writers who have been successful in Italy lately have a second culture. Tomizza, for example, is from Istria and his books are all in Italian, but he knows all about the culture of the valleys of the Cuneese, where they speak an Occitanian language. I'm Italian, but I'm also Jewish. It's like a having a spare wheel, or an extra gear. For practical reasons I set about studying Hebraic culture, whether Yiddish or biblical, as well as the way of life of Jews in various parts of the world, but with a detached interest, zoological again. However, the chapter on the culture of my Piedmontese Jewish forebears in The Periodic Table is written with love. I'm profoundly attached to Piedmont. I'm perfectly aware of the defects in the Piedmontese character, because they're my own defects.


Do you think a homeland is an essential thing? Is it essential for Jews to have a fatherland?


Mine is here, in Piedmont. I'd never think of going to Israel. But the first people who went to Israel didn't have this kind of homeland. They were either very religious people, or they were Poles, Russians, Romanians who were never allowed to think of the countries they lived in as their homes. The governments of their countries said to them, `You're not a Russian, or a Pole or a Romanian. You're a "yid".' The pogroms continued after the war. Some of the Jews who miraculously survived the Holocaust died in postwar pogroms. A great force was impelling people towards a homeland when in fact they no longer had one. This isn't my situation. I am a Jew of the Diaspora, a second-hand Jew in any case. The situation in Israel now is dramatic, tragic actually, partly for errors that have been made.

    When I described the carriage full of young Zionists heading for Israel in La tregua, I was indicating a self-evident truth. There simply wasn't room in Europe any longer for these people. Europe was the land of massacres, the land of Auschwitz. There was a tremendous wave of emotion that I nearly got caught up in myself. I didn't know if my family had survived, or if this house was still standing, but my only thought after the liberation of Auschwitz was to come back to Italy. Lots of my ex-comrades asked me why I was returning to Italy. They thought Europe was a dangerous place. `Come with us to Israel, to rehabilitate the land. By doing that we can rehabilitate ourselves. We'll go and build in order to rebuild ourselves.' It was a powerful argument. But it was a simplification. If you thought about the actual situation, the objective conditions ... the country wasn't empty for one thing.

    I had trouble with this in America. I had to give a talk to a group in Brooklyn and for the first time in my life I found myself in front of a totally Jewish audience. All old and all Jewish. I gave my talk, which I'd written in England. I'm not sure how much they grasped, given my terrible accent. As soon as I finished, they started asking questions about Israel and where I stood on the Arab-Israeli conflict. When I started to explain that I thought Israel was a mistake in historical terms, there was uproar and the moderator had to call the meeting to a halt.


Do you think there is a modern Jewish literature?


I think there are five hundred.


One reason I ask is that there is a Kafka story which reminds me very much of your sensibility and style —


You know I translated The Trial — it was part of a project of translation of writers by other writers. I didn't find it difficult, but it was very painful. I fell ill doing it. I finished the translation in a deep depression that lasted six months. It's a pathogenic book. Like an onion, one layer after another. Each of us could be tried and condemned and executed, without ever knowing why. It was as if it predicted the time when it was a crime simply to be a Jew.


A theme which struck me profoundly in If This is a Man was that of the `submerged' versus the `saved'. Is there any value in the life of one of the `submerged'?


Certainly — before he is submerged. But not when he is reduced to a `husk'. But I wasn't talking about people who let themselves go under rather than behave in a brutal way in order to survive. There was nothing dignified in the `submerged' of Auschwitz. They would not have given some of their portion to another. All the fabric of human relationships was destroyed.


In Ethiopia, for example, there are many Hurbineks. [Hurbinek is a crippled three-year-old who somehow escaped extermination along with the rest of his family to die a few days after liberation in March 1945, whose brief story is told in La tregua.] In Western Europe we are like the ten of you who saved yourselves in the hospital room. Outside many more are `submerged' than can be saved.

    Humanity is like an iceberg; nine-tenths of it is `submerged'. In the camps the `submerged' had been pushed under by the Germans, but by the same token we are the Germans of the world.


Of course. The rest of the world is paying the costs of the colonial era.


So you see, I take If This is a Man not as the story of an Italian Jew who wound up in Auschwitz in the closing years of the Second Worm War, but as a sort of allegory of the global situation. It raises all the important moral question of our time.


Hm.

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Table of Contents

Preface: Robert Gordon.

'I am a Centaura' Marco Belpoliti.

Editors' Note.

Part I: English Encounters.

Germaine Greer Talks to Primo Levi (1985).

A Man Saved by His Skills: Philip Roth (1986).

Primo Levi in London: Anthony Rudolph (1986).

Primo Levi in Conversation: Ian Thomson (1987).

Part II: Life.

The Little Theatre of Memory (1982).

Turin (1980).

Mountaineering (1984).

Chemistry (1983).

The Sinister Power of Science (1987).

Poetry and Computers (1985).

Me. Old? (1982).

Part III: Books.

The Truce (1963).

Science Fiction (1966/1971).

The Periodic Table (1975).

The Wrench (1979).

La Ricerca delle Radici (The Search for Roots) (1981).

If Not Now, When? (1982).

The Drowned and the Saved (1986).

Part IV: Literature and Writing.

A Mysterious Necessity (1972).

A Conversation with Primo Levi (1979).

Interview for a Dissertation(1981).

An Encounter with Primo Levi (1981).

An Assault Called Franz Kafka (1983).

Primo Levi (1984).

The Essential and the Superfluous (1987).

Part V: Auschwitz and Survival.

The Jewish Question (1961).

A Self-Interview, Afterword to If This is a Man (1976).

Return to Auschwitz (1982).

The Duty of Memory (1983).

Words, Memory, Hope (1984).

Part VI: Judaism and Israel.

Jewish Up to a Point (1976).

Interview with Primo Levi (1979).

God and I (1983).

Primo Levi: Begin Should Go (1982).

If This is a State (1984).

Bibliography of Levi's Works In Italian and English.

Index.

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