Where there’s smoke: review of A.B. Yehoshua’s novel Friendly Fire
The Jerusalem Post, December 12, 2008
While perusing the bowing bookshelves of a dinner party host recently, I noticed a large A.B. Yehoshua collection. “Looks like someone’s a Yehoshua fan,” I remarked.
The hostess laughed, “Not exactly.” She explained the books once belonged to her mother. No, her mother hadn’t died – “Savta,” as everyone called her, was alive and well and sitting across from me at the dinner table.
“It came to a point that I was through with Yehoshua,” Savta said. “Enough was enough!”
A literature lover and a poet herself, she adored the writing but despised the ideology. She found herself torn, unable to throw the books away, and she bequeathed them to her daughter instead.
Love him or hate him – or both, like Savta – Yehoshua provokes strong reactions in his readers.
Sometimes.