Dewey Edition23
ReviewsOne puts down this book feeling that had the Nobel Peace Prize not been irrevocably stained by its repeated conferral on warmongers (Henry Kissinger, Barack Obama, the European Union), one would nominate Mads Gilbert for it. For now, one can only paradoxically hope that he never has to write such a beautiful but scarifying book again.
Dewey Decimal956.9/4/054
SynopsisThis book is a medical doctor's account of what he witnessed in Gaza in the summer of 2014. It is the photo story you will not see on television or in the newspapers. On July 7, 2014, Israel launched a series of aerial attacks on Gaza, followed by the ground phase of the operation ten days later. Mads Gilbert arrived in Gaza on July 13th, and worked day and night for the next two weeks at Al-Shifa Hospital, dealing with casualties, repairing serious injuries, and trying to save lives. With the help of a small, black camera ready in the pocket of his green operating scrubs, he was able to document some of the human cost paid by the Palestinian people for enduring the Israeli occupation. He also kept a daily journal about the situation, with eye-witness accounts of the havoc wreaked by the Israeli attacks, and moving accounts of his interactions with ordinary Palestinians - men, women and children - who had done nothing to deserve the horrific disruption to their lives. What Gilbert experienced was awful, and it was immense- the sounds of bombs and screaming, bodies torn to pieces and a society reduced to rubble- but he also saw camaraderie, dignity, human courage and unflinching resolve., A moving account in words and pictures of a doctor at work in Gaza. This book is a medical doctor's account of what he witnessed in Gaza in the summer of 2014. It is the photo story you will not see on television or in the newspapers. On July 7, 2014, Israel launched a series of aerial attacks on Gaza, followed by the ground phase of the operation ten days later. Mads Gilbert arrived in Gaza on July 13th, and worked day and night for the next two weeks at Al-Shifa Hospital, dealing with casualties, repairing serious injuries, and trying to save lives. With the help of a small, black camera ready in the pocket of his green operating scrubs, he was able to document some of the human cost paid by the Palestinian people for enduring the Israeli occupation. He also kept a daily journal about the situation, with eye-witness accounts of the havoc wreaked by the Israeli attacks, and moving accounts of his interactions with ordinary Palestinians--men, women and children--who had done nothing to deserve the horrific disruption to their lives. What Gilbert experienced was awful, and it was immense--the sounds of bombs and screaming, bodies torn to pieces and a society reduced to rubble--but he also saw camaraderie, dignity, human courage and unflinching resolve.