I met Elie Wiesel at the 92nd Street Y a few years ago. He gave a talk about the MS St. Louis. Afterward, I stood on line so he could sign my original copy of Dawn (I couldn’t find my copy of Night). I babbled a phrase in Yiddish. He shook my hand. I felt like I was in the presence of greatness, because I was.
The world mourns his loss. Here’s a link to one literary obituary.
Join me in a moment of silence–perhaps the only silence Elie Wiesel would allow.