title: Spectral Evidence: The Photography of Trauma
author:  Ulrich Baer 
description: Applying psychoanalytical theory to photo criticism, Baer (German, NYU) makes comparisons between the notion of the photograph's "arrested moment" and how the human psyche processes trauma. He draws from Freud, Barthes, Benjamin, and Charcot, as well as recent studies in trauma, to prove that images representing a traumatic history lack the concept of "future" and forward movement that characterizes conventional documentary photographs. Traumatic memory, like the camera, freezes the moment and removes it from the forward motion of linear time. Instead of sensational images, as the title might suggest, Baer uses seemingly commonplace photographs to illustrate his ideas, thus placing the viewer in the role of witness instead of innocent onlooker. Ultimately, Baer is able to support his premise by establishing the connection between the concept of trauma and the development of the photograph, making this research original as well as timely. Baer is the editor of No One Bears Witness for the Witness: The Culture of Memory and Historical Responsibility after the Shoah and the forthcoming 110 Stories: New York Writes After September 11. The current volume contains an extensive bibliography and notes and is recommended for graduate and research collections. Shauna Frischkorn, Millersville Univ. Lib., PA<br />Copyright 2002 Cahners Business Information, Inc.
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  "Look out, Tempo," somebody
  shouted on the radio.
  Suddenly, two stinging shocks. Bang! Bang! The first, distant, smashed us sideways accompanied by 
  agonized screaming on the intercom; must have been in the main hull. The second exploded right 
  beside me. Raw energy roaring through the hullmetal plates, a sudden mist in the flight bridge 
  that disappeared as our atmosphere escaped.
     Decompression! My faithful instruments were... gone. Smashed crystal and dark displays mocked 
  me from the smashed panel. But it was my leg that caught my attention. Felt blood pumping in my 
  left leg before my battlesuit sealed itself like a tourniquet just above the knee. This one was 
  serious—hurt like fire! The screaming continued on the intercom; all I could do to keep from 
  joining the poor devils.
     "Damage report!" I shouted through clenched teeth. "Give me a damage report!"
  THE DEFIANCE
  BILL BALDWIN
  