Then a miracle happened. He lowered the gun and let me go. A Relentless Hunter Ruth's words hold together in an artlessly poetic way that seems to at once understate a situation while having it crash your sensibilities. I felt that there needn't be this sharp division between memoir and history, that what I should do is show how both of them work together. It was not simply demonstrating how history had something to say to survivor memoirs and vice versa, but it's the honesty of acknowledging survivors as real humans instead of saints and sacred relics, which is how they are sometimes regarded.
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