Life on Sandpaper (Hebrew Literature Series)
Susan Sontag writes: "Of the novelists i've got stumbled on in translation... the 3 for whom i've got the best admiration are Gabriel Garc?a M?rquez, Peter Handke, and Yoram Kaniuk."
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one that was once donning flannel. Their expressions bore a unhappiness that they made into poetic disappointment. Even the way in which they stirred sugar into their tea was once poetic. Burning eyes, a few form of piety and purity. They drank their tea and each different minute a heartrending oy vey may ring out. They chain-smoked and the debates on the tables, every one of which refused to recognize the other’s life, involved the existence and loss of life of phrases. A defective line in a Hebrew poem could provide upward thrust to a bellow of.
Counter now and then and hung a portrait of Lenin up and fought together with his spouse for many of the day. fortunately for us, Sonia—the such a lot ardent Zionist I’ve ever met—won on definite issues. while she’d see his crimson Flag going up she’d conspire to get Alex outdoors for a second and change it for a Jewish nationwide Fund donation field or an Israeli flag. Alex beloved me regardless of my being a Zionist colonialist from Palestine. He was once one of many bravest revolutionaries within the Village, which as we all know was once infrequently.
Slept in. there has been nonetheless a small silk ticket nonetheless connected to the sheet. From the window i'll see the empty fuel station. A lit up Pepsi-Cola commercial and one other one for Pepto-Bismol appeared forsaken within the barren region view. A scorching dry wind was once blowing. there has been no air-con. within the morning we ate on the diner. We have been the one humans there. a full of life younger lady made us breakfast and greeted us warmly and poured espresso and extra espresso, and stated that my pipe gave me an air of.
construction attempting to get into their large condo on Riverside force and West Eighty-eighth road and Boris could force them away. Lee had lately choreographed as soon as Upon a bed. yet Mira used to be a refugee. Sinister. She used to be a promise of what may by no means be. For nobody. each person desired to holiday her. Even being rejected through her was once a good honor. All her lifestyles she sought for absolute lack of expertise. Boris had recognized Stalin. They’d been pals. They’d performed chess within the Kremlin and are available up with.