3.5 Stars
This novella describes the lives of Palestinians since the creation of Israel in 1948.
In 2014, Julien Desmanges is sent to Gaza to photograph the Israeli-Palestinian conflict. During a ceasefire, he comes across a bookseller, an elderly Palestinian surrounded by stacks of books. When Julien asks the man, Nabil Al Jaber, if he can take his photo, Nabil responds that Julien must get to know him first. Over the next few days, Nabil tells his life story: his birth in 1948 to a Muslim mother and Christian father, his family’s displacement during the Nakba, his growing up in a series of camps, and his adult life. Included throughout are references to books which helped Nabil to understand the world and to survive.
The book is narrated in second person point of view. I imagine the author’s intention with this choice is to help the reader feel s/he is part of the narrative. Unfortunately, I’m not a fan of this perspective. I find it artificial and it just becomes annoying after a while.
The situation of Palestinians is highlighted: “The economic exploitation, the restrictions on movement, the unemployment, the poverty, . . . total dependence on the occupier, the expanding colonies, the absolute absence of any political breakthrough that might offer . . . hope.”
Obviously, the book is also about the power of literature. Nabil speaks of how books let him escape: “’We were all in the same place, still embroiled in our poverty and suffering, but for a few hours we were transported elsewhere.’” Literature provides a human connection: “’To read is to enter into the minds of others, to be with them, to find yourself in their words.’”
The subject matter is so important; what is happening in Gaza needs to be understood in light of events over the last 78 years. In a letter to the reader, the author explains that his purpose is to forge a connection and emphasize our shared humanity. Unfortunately, the style sometimes made me feel I was reading a report rather than a novel: “’On the night of the thirty-first of December 1947, Balad al-Sheikh was purged of its Arab inhabitants by the Palmach, an arm of the Haganah’” and “’Israeli Military Order No. 50, issued on the eleventh of July 1967, was basically a list of all our stolen rights.’” (Readers unfamiliar with groups like the Palmach, the Haganah, and the Irgun may feel overwhelmed.)
This is not an easy read. Nabil speaks of his people being locked in a struggle since 1948, a struggle to which there is no end in sight. He ends his story by describing himself as being “’lost in this absurd, inhuman world, with all its rage.’” Though short, the book is emotionally impactful.
Note: I received an eARC from the publisher via NetGalley.




















