At last I've fulfilled a post-graduate-worth-read. I choose most of my books by their covers, wandering about the library--and finally I got a good one! This is not one of my cheap entertaining stories, and took a little (though willing) effort on my part to get into. I did not know, until after I'd finished, that this book is translated from the original in Hebrew. That makes it all the more striking, because the way this guy writes is poetry in a way I like to read.
The book goes back and forth between two stories---a romance set in wartime Israel (when wasn't it that) and the narrator's own life story. It has an astonishing climax and an even more shocking event toward the very last pages. I rather wish we could do this in a book club because it's got SO much to talk about and so many wonderful phrases to chew over. I think I'll try to find his "Four Meals" to work on while you-all catch up on this one!
Olga
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