Well I did it – i signed up for the leftist party – Democratim.
They seem to be the only ones acknowledging the chaos in the West Bank, although the other parties gently criticize the government for their responsibility in the October 7 carastrophe and the corruption that led to it and has grown since then. Every time I think of the hostages and the way they were ignored in 2023, I am overwhelmed by the moral slippage in the present government.
Now it is clear that I should be following the more rational policy of waiting to see who has the best chance of toppling the government and casting my vote with them, but I can’t take the chance. I have been playing rational too long. I have to follow my beliefs as far as I can.
Who did you think I meant by crazy? Me? Iran? Israel? Madness is contagious, you know, and if someone zigzags long enough, I have to zigzag all over to keep up. And I too lose my orientation.
In fact I think everyone but Iran is losing orientation
Hanoch Levin has dominated Israeli theater for ages, and even though it is long since he died. every new production of a play of his is met with great excitement.
So for the opening I got 4 tickets, sure that my daughter would be excited. But she forgot all about it, and I immediately invited my teenage grandchildren instead, forgeting how gross and pessimistic he could be.
And “Winter Funeral” was Levin as his most gross and pessimistic. and funny. With a mother who is so unwilling to postpone her daughter’s wedding, even though it means ignoring her nephew and his announcement of the funeral of his mother.
Not particularly age-appropriate, but the kids were more impressed, I think, by the food at the reception and the fact of the presence of numerous celebrities.
Not written about in English yet, but in the past I’ve translated at least 4 plays of his in the past, and I don’t think they go over well in English, because the Yiddish humor doesn’t work. And they certainly aren’t PC.
Friday is a day for cooking, and we’re trying to get a family together before we go different ways this summer. So we invested in cooking for the various and different tastes of everyone.
For some reason, though, it exhausted me – maybe because I didn’t sleep at night, maybe because Trump didn’t sleep all night. I’ve never felt so strongly the immediate and intimate effects of world politics on my every move as I did today. Even the carrot soup was affected.
I don’t know why people like to fight, but I wish they would keep me out of it. What I’d really like is for everyone to stop bickering with rockets and let me work on my new book and enjoy some travelling. My grandson is coming back to tel aviv from scout camp up north where they built all kinds of structures for kids to climb on. I would like him to be in a place where he can rest up instead of worrying about rockets. I would like to take my granddaughter to vintage shops tomorrow instead.
he is pretty effective, and very charming. when he started talking, and actuall y all the way through. But when he was complaining of antisemitism in the States in his youth, he had nothing on me.. I remember my six grade class in public school when the teacher isolatd the four jews ahd banished us to the back corner. and she never called on us. When she was told that eveny kid in the class had to participate in the annual play, she had jews dancing in the back. Me and Sandy Shapiro and Alan Feldstein and i Think it was Tala Gurrell..so we did some ridiculous country dance and had no concerns for a being in the last scene in the back of the stage where we were part of the scenery.
i still know the steps because we practiced the stupid dance over and over while the rest of the class practiced their complex parts in the long play.
the year after we had a teacher who wanted to elicit our creativity from all of us. I wrote all the monthly class plays and starred of course in most of them.
But I still remember how our sixth grade teacher peered down on the jews from above her pince nez and refused to answer our questions.
We saw no point in telling our parents – they were having similar troubles on a more grand scale.
The sea was angry today. We stepped in the water and I remembered that I’d heard on the news a warning that the currents were extremely strong. The little children were playing in the water up to their knees where we stood and me and Meira were afraid to go deeper. And Meira agreed not to go deeper. But when I turned to go back i discovered I had sunk into the sand, and I could not even turn around. Meira had to pull me out.
I must admit that even though the afternoon was otherwise perfect, the feeling of being stuck in the mud is basic to my sense of what is happening in this country, this world. The entire universe is sending wave after wave while we are just unable to move. We need someone strong like Meira to pull us out before the really big wave comes.