pickWhat do the living owe the dead? How do we deal with victims of mass killings? Families need closure and people deserve to be buried/put to rest with their names in places their loved ones can visit. We are human because we have rituals to honor the dead. All of these topics come up while Hagerty describes her profession of handling bones in Argentina, uncovering mass graves of victims of the genocide there. Sobering work but important.
Totally not crying while reading this middle grade novel in verse for work.
pickThis probably wasn't best in audio format for me. I think it would have been more impactful physically reading it. But overall a great narrative of the recovery of genocide victims remains. I spent most of the book hoping these experts will be able to recover Palestinian victims.
Heartbreaking stories well explained about the Guatemalan and Argentine genocides.
"If anyone wanted to commit murder and get away with it, they should come to Guatemala,"
"Work during the day, cry at night" - Clyde Snow
I am glad Hagerty has chosen to write this important book, I cannot help but wish Snow had written an accessible book instead (o/also) Hagerty 's experience as a student is interesting I think a lot of people will connect w/ her internal struggle to handle what we often see as gross body bits of 5the dead
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2. The kids get a Xmas Eve gift with pj's, mugs, and a movie we all watch Xmas eve, but the rest we open Xmas day.
3. We had a tinkerbell, but our cat decapitated her.
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pickThis is one of the heaviest books I‘ve read. Bones have a story to tell, if you know what to look for, and if you are willing to spend time with them. The author did just that in Argentina. They were searching for bones: trying to identify who they were, trying to properly lay them to rest, find justice for them and their families, give some peace to their families. It was the deepest of emotional labors. This book covers some history ⬇️
…the dead whisper to me that it does not have to be this way. The massacres, secret prisons, and hidden graves, all the terror and loss. Another world is possible. On a burning planet, pockmarked by mass graves, it is hard to have much faith. But my work among the dead has taught me that even in the face of violence and terror and breakdown, even at the bottom of the well, there is something—a movement of life, an impulse for justice, a kind⬇️
How much grief can one mass grave hold?
If you can‘t understand the bones as people who are missed and loved, with a mother and father standing by the edge of the grave waiting, you can‘t do this work. If you can‘t understand the bones as evidence to be analyzed and examined, you can‘t do this work. You must touch bones and be touched by them. You must be able to drink your tea with the dead.
