by Sami Michael & translated by Yael Lotan ‧ RELEASE DATE: Aug. 1, 2003
A fresh take on a very old story: elegant and enriched with real understanding.
A vivid account of star-crossed lovers in the maelstrom of Middle Eastern politics.
The 77-year-old Israeli author, born in Baghdad, debuts here with a tale set in 1982. In a little house in the Arab quarter of Haifa, narrator Huda lives under one roof with her grandfather, her mother, and her sister Mary. Christians on an island of Muslims surrounded by a sea of Jews, Huda and her family are used to sticking out in the crowd and have long since learned to get by. Huda’s father was dispossessed by the Israeli government in 1948 and her uncles were deported to Jordan for sedition, but Huda works happily for a Jewish travel agency and thinks of herself as more Israeli than Arab. A good thing, too, since Huda’s family is soon thrown into some confusion when their landlord rents out the roof (this is the Middle East, remember) to a Jewish settler from Russia. Alex is a good-natured engineering student who can’t even speak Hebrew (much less Arabic) and seems happiest when he’s practicing his trumpet late at night. Huda’s family is at first suspicious of him, but they are charmed by his simplicity—and they’re won over when he defends them from the murderous advances of Mary’s hoodlum boyfriend Zuhair, who breaks into the house one night and attacks Mary with a knife. Eventually, Alex and Huda fall in love, bringing about not the end of the story but its beginning. For, although Huda’s family are willing to accept her marriage to a Jew, Alex’s mother isn’t approving of the match—and the situation soon becomes even more complicated when Alex signs on with an elite unit of Israeli army commandos just as the Intifada begins to heat up. Will there be a place for Huda and Alex to live happily ever after? The odds aren’t good—but that’s never stopped doomed lovers before.
A fresh take on a very old story: elegant and enriched with real understanding.Pub Date: Aug. 1, 2003
ISBN: 0-7432-4496-6
Page Count: 256
Publisher: Simon & Schuster
Review Posted Online: May 19, 2010
Kirkus Reviews Issue: June 15, 2003
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by George Orwell ‧ RELEASE DATE: Aug. 26, 1946
A modern day fable, with modern implications in a deceiving simplicity, by the author of Dickens. Dali and Others (Reynal & Hitchcock, p. 138), whose critical brilliance is well adapted to this type of satire. This tells of the revolt on a farm, against humans, when the pigs take over the intellectual superiority, training the horses, cows, sheep, etc., into acknowledging their greatness. The first hints come with the reading out of a pig who instigated the building of a windmill, so that the electric power would be theirs, the idea taken over by Napoleon who becomes topman with no maybes about it. Napoleon trains the young puppies to be his guards, dickers with humans, gradually instigates a reign of terror, and breaks the final commandment against any animal walking on two legs. The old faithful followers find themselves no better off for food and work than they were when man ruled them, learn their final disgrace when they see Napoleon and Squealer carousing with their enemies... A basic statement of the evils of dictatorship in that it not only corrupts the leaders, but deadens the intelligence and awareness of those led so that tyranny is inevitable. Mr. Orwell's animals exist in their own right, with a narrative as individual as it is apt in political parody.
Pub Date: Aug. 26, 1946
ISBN: 0452277507
Page Count: 114
Publisher: Harcourt, Brace
Review Posted Online: Nov. 2, 2011
Kirkus Reviews Issue: Aug. 1, 1946
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by Genki Kawamura ; translated by Eric Selland ‧ RELEASE DATE: March 12, 2019
Jonathan Livingston Kitty, it’s not.
A lonely postman learns that he’s about to die—and reflects on life as he bargains with a Hawaiian-shirt–wearing devil.
The 30-year-old first-person narrator in filmmaker/novelist Kawamura’s slim novel is, by his own admission, “boring…a monotone guy,” so unimaginative that, when he learns he has a brain tumor, the bucket list he writes down is dull enough that “even the cat looked disgusted with me.” Luckily—or maybe not—a friendly devil, dubbed Aloha, pops onto the scene, and he’s willing to make a deal: an extra day of life in exchange for being allowed to remove something pleasant from the world. The first thing excised is phones, which goes well enough. (The narrator is pleasantly surprised to find that “people seemed to have no problem finding something to fill up their free time.”) But deals with the devil do have a way of getting complicated. This leads to shallow musings (“Sometimes, when you rewatch a film after not having seen it for a long time, it makes a totally different impression on you than it did the first time you saw it. Of course, the movie hasn’t changed; it’s you who’s changed") written in prose so awkward, it’s possibly satire (“Tears dripped down onto the letter like warm, salty drops of rain”). Even the postman’s beloved cat, who gains the power of speech, ends up being prim and annoying. The narrator ponders feelings about a lost love, his late mother, and his estranged father in a way that some readers might find moving at times. But for many, whatever made this book a bestseller in Japan is going to be lost in translation.
Jonathan Livingston Kitty, it’s not.Pub Date: March 12, 2019
ISBN: 978-1-250-29405-0
Page Count: 176
Publisher: Flatiron Books
Review Posted Online: Feb. 16, 2019
Kirkus Reviews Issue: March 1, 2019
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