July 5 we lost Claude Lanzmann, another historical witness of WWII. If you have not seen the movie Shoah – and I know it is on the longer side – I really encourage you to do so.
I sat and watched it when I was still a student. When it was over, I sat for a while longer and simply stared into space, trying to understand my emotions. I had seen a memory of one of the darkest chapter in human history. But I had also seen a film that affirmed life so passionately that I did not know where to turn with my confused feelings. There is no proper response to this film. It is an enormous fact, a 550-minute howl of pain and anger in the face of genocide with the rhythm of the trains running. It is one of the noblest films ever made.
See more details about Claude in the article below from the NYT
By Daniel Lewis
Claude Lanzmann, the journalist and film director whose obsession with the Nazi genocide brought forth “Shoah,” a groundbreaking film that relived the annihilation of Jews through the memories of witnesses, died on Thursday in Paris. He was 92.
His publisher, Gallimard, confirmed his death, at the Saint-Antoine Hospital.
Mr. Lanzmann, a son of assimilated French Jews, took everything at full tilt. At 18, he led a Communist youth Resistance group, risking his life by smuggling small arms under the eyes of the Gestapo in Clermont-Ferrand, in central France. He became a figure of the intellectual Left, a protégé of Jean-Paul Sartre, the lover of Simone de Beauvoir for nine years, and a colleague of them both at the cultural review Les Temps Modernes, where he was editor in chief for many years.
With “Shoah” — Hebrew for catastrophe — Mr. Lanzmann upstaged everything he had done before. From its release in 1985, the film was internationally recognized as both an important historical record and an original, even beautiful, work of art — a nine-and-a-half-hour movie without a single frame of the by-then-familiar footage of the gas chambers or the living skeletons that Allied forces discovered in the Germans’ death camps.
Instead, Mr. Lanzmann tracked down and interviewed living witnesses: officers and bureaucrats who had run the camps; Jewish survivors, including veterans of the 1943 uprising in the Warsaw ghetto; and Polish townspeople in Treblinka, Chelmno and Oswiecim, where the Auschwitz camp was located.
A relentless interviewer, he used whatever it took — filming surreptitiously, posing as a French historian trying “to set the record straight” — to pry astonishing stories out of his subjects.
Franz Suchomel, a former SS functionary at Treblinka who had been convicted of war crimes and spent six years in prison, told Mr. Lanzmann (in confidence, or so he thought) that it was not true, as some Jews claimed, that 18,000 a day were gassed at Treblinka. It was 12,000 to 15,000, he said, and noted with some little pride that when things were going well, the operation would take about two hours, from the arrival of a trainload of Jews until their incineration in the ovens.
In the film’s opening segment, Simon Srebnik, who as a teenager was one of only two or three Jews to survive the final mass execution at Chelmno, comes back from Israel as a middle-aged man and is given a warm homecoming by a group of Polish villagers. They are standing on the steps of a Roman Catholic church where Jews had been held before being hauled away.
“In the middle of this company of well-wishers,” Vincent Canby wrote in his review of the film in The New York Times, “Mr. Srebnik looks like someone who’s won a Lotto prize he doesn’t want, and doesn’t comprehend.”
“Shoah” was never intended as a straightforward documentary or oral history, but rather what Mr. Lanzmann called “a fiction of the real.” It was consciously artful, he said, so as to “make the unbearable bearable.”
Thus, the film sometimes retraces scenes from the past with original participants as “actors.” It frequently breaks away from the face of a witness to scan a peaceful Polish countryside, where the horrors being spoken of once took place.
Much of the impact of these devices was realized in the five years Mr. Lanzmann spent editing his footage. Before that, he had spent seven years shooting, partly because he was four years into the project when, on his first visit to Treblinka, he encountered things “that forced me to start again from scratch.”
In his autobiography, “The Patagonian Hare,” made available in English translation in 2012, Mr. Lanzmann wrote: “I had not wanted to come to Poland, I arrived full of arrogance, and convinced I was coming only to confirm that I had not needed to come.”
A scene from “Shoah,” Claude Lanzmann’s 1985 documentary film about the Holocaust. It draws on interviews with survivors of the genocide and its perpetrators, among them, shown here, Henrik Gawkowski, a locomotive engineer who drove trains transporting Jews to the death camp at Treblinka in Poland.CreditNew Yorker Films
But at the Treblinka train station, “the shift from myth to reality took place in a blinding flash, the encounter between a name and a place wiped out everything I had learned.”
That very day he began working in a sustained fever of urgency, questioning townspeople about their memories of the death-camp years and gathering minute details about the arrival and unloading of boxcars crammed with doomed souls and the ever-present stench of charred flesh and of corpses rotting in mass graves. He realized at last that the true subject of his film: “Death itself.”
Mr. Lanzmann was a man of strong convictions. He rejected the word “Holocaust” — literally, “burnt offering” — as a description of the genocide. He railed against its “commodification” in films like “Schindler’s List.” He believed that Polish anti-Semitism was an “essential condition” of the genocide; indeed, the lack of anything in “Shoah” that would cast Poles in a better light led the Warsaw government to demand that the film be banned after its premiere in Paris.
“Shoah” was Mr. Lanzmann’s second film, after “Why Israel” (1973). He continued to make important films right up until his death, taken from the vast trove of unused outtakes from “Shoah.” “Le Rapport Karski” (2010) chronicled the vain efforts of the Polish Resistance hero Jan Karski, whom Mr. Lanzmann had interviewed at length, to warn the Allies about what was happening to the Jews of Europe. Characteristically for Mr. Lanzmann, the film was intended as a furious response to a young French novelist who had dared, in the filmmaker’s view, to appropriate the heroic figure of Mr. Karski.
“Le Dernier des Injustes” (“The Last of the Unjust”) was a devastating 2013 film about betrayal, complicity and survival centered on the figure of Rabbi Benjamin Murmelstein, who had been on the governing body at the Germans’ “show-camp” of Theresienstadt. This year, Mr. Lanzmann released “Shoah: Les Quatre Sœurs” in France, the powerful testimony of four women who survived the Holocaust.
Claude Lanzmann was born into a secular Jewish family in Paris on Nov. 27, 1925, a son of Armand and Paulette (Grobermann) Lanzmann. His parents divorced when he was 12. A younger brother, Jacques, became a noted journalist, novelist and lyricist. A sister, Evelyne, became an actress. Claude, as a teenager in boarding school, joined the French Resistance during the occupation of France.
After the war he studied philosophy at the University of Tübingen before moving to Berlin, where he joined the faculty of the Free University. There he began writing articles on residual Nazism in Germany for the French daily newspaper Le Monde.
In 1952 he met the writers Jean-Paul Sartre, who had seen his articles in Le Monde, and Simone de Beauvoir and visited Israel with them. He also began a romance with de Beauvoir. Mr. Lanzmann eventually became editor of Sartre’s journal “Les Temps Modernes.”
His first two marriages ended in divorce. Mr. Lanzmann is survived by his third wife, Dominique Petithory, and a daughter, Angélique, from an earlier relationship, European news reports said. His son, Félix, died in 2017.
Mr. Lanzmann was a dominating, outspoken and cantankerous figure in French intellectual and public life. He was a leftist who counseled the dying Socialist president François Mitterrand, and a critic of colonialism who also defended Israel. A man of boundless, Balzac-like appetites, he was a “filmmaker who made a novel out of his life,” as a headline in Le Monde put it on Thursday.
But to a rare degree for any artist, Mr. Lanzmann’s reputation and perhaps his raison d’être rest on a singular achievement: the film that consumed him for 12 years in his middle age. It was as if a respected but little-known court composer had made a Beethoven symphony.
“Shoah” has been shown more or less continuously in European countries and was broadcast in Turkey in January 2012, its first public showing in a Muslim-majority country. Mr. Lanzmann feared that the film had “disappeared from the American scene” after its serialization on public television in 1987, however, and he welcomed its re-release in the United States in 2010.
He was visiting New York at the time, 85 years old and impatient as ever with efforts to “explain” the Holocaust or make uplifting entertainment from it. “To ask why the Jews have been killed,” he said in an interview with The Times, “is a question that shows immediately its own obscenity.”
Adam Nossiter and Elian Peltier contributed reporting.
A version of this article appears in print on July 5, 2018, on Page A18 of the New York edition with the headline: Claude Lanzmann, Relentless Chronicler of the Holocaust, Dies at 92.