Seven decades after its first publication, Gisella Perl’s account of her time in Auschwitz still has the power to startle and disturb almost beyond the reader’s capacity to absorb its awful details. Perl is a faithful reporter, recording, with an unmediated fidelity, the humblest and the most abhorrent physical facts; but her writing is infused with enough rage to have burned several barracks of Auschwitz [and] a power of compassion which accords full, individual humanity to her fellow inmates, whom the Nazis tried so utterly to dehumanize, which give a moral force to Perl’s memoir that only a few outstanding chronicles of that time—Primo Levi’s in particular—possess.