I always loved Amos Oz, and tonight, when I saw the program on channel 12 about his daughter’s book and her accusations against him, I even watched the commercials.  I kept hearing his wonderful voice – and his terrible pain – so much greater than his daughter’s revenge.  Rena, you who were his student, know the greatness of his heart.  It wasn’t a mask, and when he didn’t win the Nobel prize I lost my admiration for the prize. 

What he wrote to her, that even an empty pail that refuses to be filled at the well, is filled again, that has to happen to his daughter.  I too had problems with my mother that I understand through the years.

A person must be larger than anger – even if it was carried with that person from infancy.  Think of the poem by Taha Mohammed Ali, “Revenge.”