“The Property” is about an Israeli grandmother and her granddaughter getting to know Warsaw as they try to reclaim a family property lost during WWII.
“Seconds before bursting into flames the boy sent out a cry / that his father, hanging farther down in perfect balance / could not make out…”
“Did she bark? I have to know if she barked. And how the echo sounded in that narrow space. If it sounded like distant dogs answering her.”
“It was preferable to restrict encounters with adherents of another faith and to be content, at least for the greater part of the way, to travel by sea.”
“Babies drop into the world, / like rain falling in the dark / from a gigantic hand into shafts, / into a spider’s tent, a cold apple.”
“There’s nothing more frustrating than getting nuked while you’re putting the soap in the dishwasher.”
“The Seven Good Years” is Etgar Keret’s memoir about the seven years between the birth of his son and the death of his father.
“His small, perpetually dirty hands with their closely-clipped nails fumble… but then he grabs one of the stuffed animals and hurls it at me.”
“I sit at the entrance of the labyrinth / in which my country has vanished. / I don’t know why my country is lost / or what I should do to reclaim it.”