The creation of the modern Israeli state in 1948 marked the beginning of a new era in Hebrew literature. While Hebrew writers had long been active in the eastern Mediterranean region that was formerly known as Palestine, the establishment of Israel as the culmination of the Zionist movement proved decisive in reaffirming the vital language and culture of Hebrew-speakers. Locked in conflict with surrounding Arab nations, the state of Israel has struggled to define itself through its literature. Combining the concerns of Middle Eastern and European Jews—the latter having suffered near total destruction during the Nazi Holocaust—Israeli literature represents the unique expression of a nation and a people seeking to express a new collective identity. Critics have generally divided Israeli literature of the twentieth century into three periods. Works of the first period are labeled "Palmach" literature, a term derived from the Israelimilitary. The Palmach authors, who are sometimes calledthe generation of 1948, flourished in the late 1940s andthe 1950s. Their works of drama, poetry, and fictionreflect a social realist aesthetic, and frequently express themes related to Israelis as a group: political issues, the war of independence, the Israeli army, the kibbutz, or collective farm settlement, and the assimilation of immigrants to the region. By the 1960s and 1970s the so-called New Wave of Israeli literature had began. While national concerns were still prominent, an individual and universal emphasis characterizes the literature of this period. While addressing subjects of vital interest to Israelis, writers of the New Wave endeavored to reproduce the interior lives of individuals and offered a historical contextualization of Israeli life and its past origins in their works, reflecting a move to universal themes. In the 1970s, the voices of women were heard increasingly among Israeli writers, and Israeli poetry and drama developed considerably. The state of Israeli literature in the 1980s and 1990s generally reflects modern attitudes of innovation and experimentalism and has demonstrated a need to more fully confront the subject of Arab-Jewish relations in Israel. Since 1948 Israel has in large part been defined by the brutality of this ancient ethnic conflict. By the close of the century, however, expressions of diversity and dissent are more often heard as the nation struggles to define the meaning and values of its evolving democracy.
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Pitse bag rut [The Brigade] (novel) 1968
Ha'abady [The Dissembler] (novel) 1975
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H. N. Bialik
Selected Poems (poetry) 1965
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SOURCE: "Afterword: A Problem of Horizons," in TriQuarterly, No. 39, Spring, 1977, pp. 326-38.
[In the following essay, Alter views the tension between home and horizon—between the limits of the Israeli state and the expanse of the world—in contemporary Israeli literature.]
It seems to me often that life in this tiny country is a powerful stimulant but that only the devout are satisfied with what they can obtain within Israel's borders. The Israelis are great travellers. They need the world.
—Saul Bellow, To Jerusalem and Back: A Personal Account
One of the most striking qualities of Israeli literature since the beginning of the 1960s and, increasingly, into the 1970s, is that it remains intensely, almost obsessively, national in its concerns while constantly pressing to address itself to universal issues and situations, perhaps to an international audience as well. This dialectic is inherently unstable, and of course its operation will be felt differently in different writers, or in poetry and prose. Nevertheless, one can detect in most contemporary Hebrew writers a high-pitched vibration of nervousness about the national setting which is the principal locus of their imaginative work; and if we can understand the peculiar nature of that nervousness, we may be able to see more clearly why the Israeli literary imagination has adopted certain characteristic modes and even certain characteristic constellations of plot and dramatic setting.
The nervousness I have in mind is not about the specific problems that confront the state of Israel, grave or abundant as they may be, but rather, to put it bluntly, about the simple fact of being in Israel. I do not mean to suggest, as some observers outside Israel would no doubt like to think, that Israeli writers tend to be covert anti-Zionists. On the contrary, what particularly characterizes most serious writers in Israel is their surprising combination of chronic disaffection and unswerving commitment. Whatever radical doubts they may, on occasion, raise in their writing, they are notable for their unwillingness to drop out of, or rebel against, the troubled national enterprise. Whether high school teachers, university instructors, kibbutzniks, or journalists by profession, they tend politically to gravitate toward small, ineffectual groups of the responsible opposition (usually on the Left). They seem ever ready to lecture to popular audiences, to join in symposiums with Arab intellectuals, to sign manifestos, to deliver scathing statements on current controversies to the daily press, or to picket the office of the prime minister, as the case may require. But it is one thing to be an engaged intellectual and quite another to be an imaginative writer in a constantly beleaguered nation-state the size of Rhode Island, and it is the pressures and constrictions of the latter problematic condition that repeatedly make themselves felt in contemporary Hebrew literature.
In a sense, this tension of attitudes is part of the legacy of classical Zionism and of the antecedent Hebrew literature which flourished in Central and Eastern Europe in the nineteenth and early twentieth centuries. Modern Hebrew literature was born out of the German Enlightenment, with a vision of progressive cosmopolitanism, the dream of a new brotherhood of man in which a renascent Hebrew culture within the European sphere would be accorded the opportunity to play its rightful role. By the end of the nineteenth century—the old cosmopolitan optimism having collapsed under the pressures of a new European era of fierce particularism—the early Zionists nevertheless argued for a nationalism which would somehow be universal in scope. A resurgent Jewish commonwealth, they hoped, would not be a new kind of ghetto on a national scale or simply a "Bulgaria in the Middle East," but a vital center for all world Jewry and, with intricate links both to the best modern culture and to the Jewish past, a small but precious beacon for mankind. One might conceivably argue from the complex facts of Israeli actuality in the seventies that the visionary notions of the Zionist founders were not entirely off the mark; yet the discrepancy between vision and reality is obviously enormous, and it is out of the pained consciousness of this discrepancy that Israeli writers tend to shape their work.
When your whole cultural tradition tells you that you should be a universalist, though with a proud particularist base, and when, in this tension of expectations, you find yourself part of a tiny linguistic pocket hemmed in at the eastern end of the Mediterranean by enemy guns and a wall of nonrecognition, striving to maintain connections that sometimes must seem tenuous with the "great world" thousands of miles away—you are quite likely to experience flashes of claustrophobia. The only dependable antidote to this collective sense of cultural entrapment is a strong dose of messianism. For if you believe that the future of mankind rides with the ebb and flow of your nation's destiny, then no political or geocultural encirclement, however constricting, can ever cut you off from a realm of larger significance. Old-fashioned messianism, however, is not much in evidence these days among serious writers in Israel. In fact, the only convincing example that comes to mind is the poet Uri Zvi Greenberg, now in his eighties, whose fierce, mystic nationalism has produced poetic moments of awesome power but who has not inspired any literary emulators. The overwhelming majority of Israeli writers, for whom national identity is an incontestable fact and not an incandescent faith, must settle for scrutinizing the surfaces and depths of their national reality while sometimes secretly longing for a larger world to embrace—perhaps even feeling, in some corner of awareness, the persistent needle of doubt as to whether, if it were only possible, life might not be more fully livable somewhere else.
Somewhere Else, in fact, is the symptomatic title of Amos Oz's first novel, published in 1966 (the English translation is entitled Elsewhere Perhaps). It is one of several books of the early and mid-sixties that could be taken as points of departure for the so-called New Wave in Israeli fiction. Shimon Sandbank is surely right in proposing a new uncertainty about values as one of the distinguishing traits of the last decade and a half of Israeli writing. Viewing the transition from another angle, however, I would suggest that the difference is also essentially the difference in the imaginative horizons of the fiction and poetry. I am not using the word "horizons" in any metaphorical sense; what I am referring to, as I shall try to illustrate through some specific instances of Israeli writing, are the actual geographical limits that define the imagined world of the literary work.
The novelists of the generation of 1948—writers like S. Yizhar, Moshe Shamir, Natan Shaham, Aharon Megged—created fictional worlds focused on distinctive Israeli social realities like the army, the kibbutz, and the socialist youth movement, with horizons that never visibly extended beyond Israel. In these works Europe appeared, if at all, as a bad memory, and America was simply not a presence. The writers may have been, like writers elsewhere, acutely unhappy with what they saw, but they never seemed to imagine or seriously muse over any arena of existence other than this newly independent national one in which they were struggling to articulate an authentic identity.
Somewhere Else is, like earlier books by Shaham, Shamir, and others of the older generation, a novel of kibbutz life (Oz in fact has remained a kibbutz member since adolescence). Yet it is profoundly different from Hebrew fiction of the forties and fifties, not only because of its pronounced symbolism and its plangently lyric style but, more crucially, because its imagined horizons are different, as the very title declares. Oz's kibbutz is not simply an assumed institutional framework within which certain social and moral problems may be explored. Sitting in the shadow of ominous mountains and enemy guns, huddled within the perimeter of its cwn fences, it becomes a parable of claustrophobic collective existence. All the action takes place within the kibbutz, but all the urgent pressure on the action originates "somewhere else"—whether in the dark beyond the Syrian border, where jackals howl and primordial forces lurk, or in the moral quagmire of postwar Germany, which, through the agency of a sinister visitor, penetrates the kibbutz. The novel's oppositions between here and elsewhere tend to be too simple and sometimes melodramatic—Oz was scarcely twenty-six when he completed the book—but the schematism has the effect of making the symptomatic aspect of the novel vividly clear. Whatever "somewhere else" may actually be, it embodies a disturbing, and alluring, depth, complexity, ambiguity that go beyond the rationalist, optimistic commitment to the salubrious collective endeavor of Israel's tight little island.
Recent Israeli literature, I would contend, galvanized by these claustrophobic flashes, has tended to swing in rapid oscillation between two poles: on the one hand, an imaginative leap outward to Europe and the West; on the other hand, a return to roots, an attempt to recapitulate the Israeli self in all its distinctiveness by imaginatively recovering the world of the writer's childhood. Let me offer a variety of examples of this dialectic movement in Israeli fiction of the sixties and seventies. Haim Gouri, an established poet of the 1948 generation, set his first novel, The Chocolate Deal (1964), in postwar Germany. This fable of the moral ambiguities of Jewish survival was followed by a work written in a totally different vein, The Crazy Book (1972), an affectionate evocation of Palestinian life in the Mandatory period when Gouri was growing up. Hanoch Bartov, a contemporary of Gouri, returned to his own childhood in Whose Are You, Son? (1970), a subtly convincing re-creation of a boy's experience in the town of Petah-Tikvah during the 1930s. On the other hand, his most recent novel, The Dissembler (1975), is set mainly in England and deals with a mysterious accident victim who turns out to have three national identities—German, French, and Israeli—and with them three different, internally coherent personal histories. The plot of The Dissembler is actually a brilliant focusing of the whole problem of horizons—Israel collapsing into France and Germany, or vice versa, until the entire structure of national identities seems like a house of cards—but Bartov's rendering of the psychological dimension of his situation, as the "serious" conclusion to his whodunit scheme, is unfortunately lame.
There is often, it seems to me, some problem of artistic authenticity in Israeli fiction set in another country. The simple and obvious reason is that no Israeli writer can ever know, in all their nuanced variety, the foreign milieus he chooses to evoke. French people in Hebrew novels show a propensity to eat nothing but pâté de fois gras; Englishmen repeatedly consume tea and scones; and so forth. This effect of straining after a European horizon is transparently illustrated by Rachel Eytan's recent book, The Pleasures of Man (1974). In its first half this is a competent, more or less feminist novel of conjugal distress and social satire, focused on what passes for the glittering circles of Tel Aviv society, but it noticeably loses credibility at precisely the point where the heroine runs off to the south of France with a French lover. The general rule of thumb seems to be that when a Hebrew novelist moves dialectically in his work between fictions of Israeli origins and fictions of foreign horizons, the realm of origins is the one that is most consistently handled with authority and conviction.
Amos Oz, whose first novel gave us our point of departure for defining this whole problem, provides an instructive instance of how a gifted writer can variously work with the geocultural tensions we have been observing. All his early fiction—the volume of stories Jackal Country (1965) as well as Somewhere Else—is obsessed with a claustrophobic sense of constriction. The penned-in kibbutz, its recurrent symbol, is in turn converted into an image of the human condition, hedged in and menaced (as Oz conceives it to be) by vast and inimical forces that man, through his self-deceiving schemes of rational order, vainly hopes to subdue. This essentially symbolic conflict in the early fiction forms the base for Oz's more probing psychological portraits, beginning in the later sixties, of deeply troubled protagonists whose mental disturbances mirror certain distinctive focuses of neurosis in Israeli life. After one remarkable novel in this manner, My Michael (1968), and a striking novella, Late Love (1970), Oz was for once seduced by the beckoning expanses of "somewhere else." In Touch the Water, Touch the Wind (1973), he tried to put together a novel that would embrace past and present, Poland, Russia, Israel, the Western world at large, even time and infinity. The result is unpersuasive, especially when compared with the genuinely hallucinated intensity of his best writing. Finally, in his most recent collection of novellas, The Hill of Evil Counsel (1976), Oz has gone back, in his brooding fashion, to his Jerusalem boyhood just as Bartov, Gouri, Kaniuk, and others have turned to the Mandatory Palestine of their formative years. In these three utterly compelling stories, set in the last years before the establishment of the Jewish state, Oz manages to enjoy the imaginative benefits of Zionist messianism without having actually to believe in it himself. In each novella, there is at least one central character obsessed with the apocalyptic vision of a "Judea reborn in blood and fire." These prophetic delusions of the extreme Zionist Right have a profound subterranean appeal for Oz, an antimilitant man of the Zionist Left. By re-creating such messianism in his characters, the writer partly suspends disbelief and momentarily transforms a minutely particularized Jerusalem setting into a landscape of ultimate significance—just as U. Z. Greenberg, with no such ventriloquistic obliquity, does in his poetry. In these fictions, then, set on the threshold of Jewish statehood, there are no inviting horizons to distract attention from the portentous fullness of this time and place.
The nervous shuttling between home and horizon in Israeli writing is also perceptible in the new prominence it has given to the role of the expatriate. Again, in order to keep biographical and literary facts properly sorted, we should remember that scarcely a single Israeli writer of any consequence has actually emigrated, although most of the writers find repeated occasions to spend a year or more in England, on the Continent, or, most frequently, in America. Expatriation, in fact, never seems to solve anything for the spiritually displaced personae that populate this literature. Nevertheless, the expatriate is now a figure who has to be contended with, empathically explored, because he tries to follow to the end a personal way out of Israel's landlocked location in history. Hebrew, one should note, has no comfortable neutral way of saying "expatriate." The usual term for an emigrant from Israel is yored, which literally means "one who goes down," and which has at least some of the pejorative force (depending on who is using the word) of "turncoat" or "renegade" in English. In recent years, writers have tried to see what light this conventionally deplored figure could throw on the perplexities of the Israeli condition in the second generation of national independence.
The earliest Hebrew novel I can recall that focuses on an expatriate is Yoram Kaniuk's The Acrophile (1961), which in Hebrew is called, much more pointedly, Ha-Yored L'Ma'alah—"the upward yored," or "he who goes down upward." Kaniuk himself had been living in New York for some time when he wrote this first novel, which deals with the marital and spiritual confusions of an ex-Israeli teaching at a university in New York. Kaniuk's subsequent novels, like their author, have returned to the Israeli scene. The terrific tension between home and abroad then became the explicit subject of Rockinghorse (1973), a wildly uneven novel about an expatriate who, out of a sense of radical disorientation, returns from New York to Tel Aviv to try to make contact with his earliest origins. Kaniuk's latest book, and in many ways his most appealing, is The Story of Big Aunt Shlomtziyon (1976). Like the novels we noted by Bartov and Gouri, this is an affectionate, imaginative engagement in personal history—working back anecdotally, through the outrageously domineering figure of Aunt Shlomtziyon, to family beginnings in the pre-Mandatory period. Finally, Kaniuk's story "They've Moved the House," included in this volume, swings once more to the other pole of the dialectic, following the farcical and pathetic Odyssey of two expatriate Israelis through California and Central America in search of a kind of El Dorado—deeply uneasy in a world where houses roll along on trailer frames instead of sitting on permanent foundations. (A story by Amalia Kahana-Karmon, "To Build a House in the Land of Shinar," provides a neatly complementary opposite to Kaniuk's fable of the moving house. Her model Israeli household in a new town, visited by a foreign home economist, is a quietly claustrophobic setting of stale domesticity. The ironic epic overtones of the title—no national symbolism is intended—alluding to the builders of the tower of Babel in Genesis, imply that this is not a house which will stand.)
Elsewhere, the yored stands at the center of Yehuda Amichai's farcical extravaganza, Hotel in the Wilderness (1971), a novel about an Israeli residing permanently in New York. He works for a Zionist agency propagandizing Israelis in America to return to Israel (!), and eventually finds an outlet for his dormant powers as a long-silent poet in writing advertising copy for ladies' underpants. Bartov's The Dissembler, of course, takes as its subject the intriguing impossibility of a man who is simultaneously an oleh (immigrant to Israel, "one who goes up") and a yored, at once a rooted Israeli and a rootless cosmopolitan. Still more recently, in a collection of poems which the quarterly Siman-Kriyah began publishing in installments with its Spring 1976 issue, a gifted new poet (in fact an important figure in literary-academic circles in Israel) adopts the persona of "Gabi Daniel"—a Russian-born Israeli living in Amsterdam. In experimental Hebrew verse of Mandelstamian formal intricacy, he ponders the role of his peculiar language and culture in the vast arena of human languages and cultural perspectives. In the dramatic setting of these poems, as in much contemporary Hebrew fiction, the figure of the expatriate is used to test some of the fundamental assumptions of the Israeli national enterprise.
Finally, the value-challenging idea of the yored is given an ultimate turn of the screw in a chapter of a novel-inprogress by A. B. Yehoshua, published in this volume. Here the expatriate Israeli, having returned to his homeland chiefly to look after a legacy, finds himself caught in the deadly meshes of the October 1973 war. Seeking, like a number of his fictional counterparts, a way out, he finds it paradoxically through a way in: disguising himself as an ultra-orthodox Jew, he slips away from the Sinai front to one of the old quarters of Jerusalem; there, in the beard, sidelocks, and black kaftan of a pre-modern, pre-Zionist Jew, he is for the moment exempt from duty, exempt from history.
In Hebrew poetry contemporaneous with the New Wave in fiction, the problem of horizons is not usually so transparently evident—except where, as in the case of "Gabi Daniel," there is an elaborated dramatic or narrative context for the poems. The simple reason is that a lyric poem is not under the same obligation as a novel to articulate an imagined geography or a set of characters moving within or against cultural limits. Nevertheless, I would argue that the oscillations we have been observing in Israeli fiction are present in a good deal of recent Israeli poetry—sometimes on the level of explicit theme, sometimes in the formal shaping of the poem's world.
The situation in Israeli poetry today stands in marked contrast to that of the Israeli novel. Although there has been abundant and at times highly interesting activity among younger poets, no new creative figure has emerged to rival in stature the leading poets who achieved prominence after 1948, like Yehuda Amichai, Natan Zach, Amir Gilboa, and, just a few years later, Dan Pagis. Given this circumstance, shifts in the literary fashionability of the various established poets become revealing.
The poet par excellence of the so-called Palmach Generation (the war generation of 1948) was Haim Gouri. Although he is still very much alive and still writing, his plain-spoken style, his frequent focus on group experience, his nostalgic impulse, and his pervasive Israeli-ness now seem out of date, and his poetry attracts little attention in serious literary circles. Yehuda Amichai, in my view the finest poet of this generation, combines a colloquial sense of place with rich imagery, inventive allusiveness, and an easy movement between disparate cultural worlds. He has managed to remain a perennial favorite, even though at various moments his preeminence has been partly eclipsed by the very different modernist idioms of Natan Zach and Amir Gilboa. In the last few years, some younger literary intellectuals seem to have fixed particularly on the poetry of Dan Pagis, and Pagis' popularity, though well deserved on the genuine merits of the poems, is instructive. This is a poetry that visibly, in terms of its optic perspectives, shrinks the Israeli landscape to one dot out of many on an imagined global scene. Local allusions are relatively rare, and the language is for the most part meticulously clinical, manifestly a distancing medium. Beginning with his 1970 volume, Transformation, Pagis has frequently favored science-fiction situations (using verse for many of the same ends that Italo Calvino has used prose) in which terrestrial space and time are seen at an enormous telescopic remove—either from the other end of evolution, long after a global holocaust, or from the observation post of a spaceship or alien planet. This peculiar distanced mode is an authentic development within Pagis' poetry. It clearly gives him a means of confronting historical horror with artistic restraint and intellectual lucidity (he himself was a concentration. camp prisoner as a child, and demons of disaster haunt his work); but I suspect that the gift of globality which the poetry offers is at least one important reason for the attraction it now holds for Israeli readers.
At the other end of Pagis' high-powered telescope, and on the opposite side of this geocultural dialectic, one discovers a poet like Dahlia Ravikovitch, whose imagination has virtually a fixed focus on a palpable Israeli geography that repeatedly becomes a screen for the projection of her personal anguish. A sense of entrapment and a dream of escape are recurrent presences in Ravikovitch's poetry, and although hers is a very private claustral distress, she manages to give it a local place and habitation in her encircled native land. One of her best known poems, "The Blue West," is in fact an archetypal expression of the problem of horizons that figures so importantly in the Israeli literary imagination. The poem begins (I shall quote from Chana Bloch's fine translation) with an image of ruins which is a distinctive piece of local landscape: "If there was just a road there / the ruins of workshops / one fallen minaret / and some carcasses of machines, / why couldn't I / come to the heart of the field?" But there is an opaque impenetrability at the heart of the field, at the heart of the native landscape, so that the attempt to penetrate it only reinforces the poet's sense of desperate entrapment. She then turns, at the Mediterranean shore, to a "blue west" which is not real like the landscape around her, but a visionary gleam that can only be imagined on another temporal plane, at the end of days. First, she conjures up a kind of surrealistic extension of Israel's actual beleaguered situation, a desolate coast with unvisited harbors: "If only we could reach / all the cities beyond the sea— / And here is another sorrow: a seashore where there are no ships." Then, in the two concluding stanzas of the poem, she shifts into prophetic style, mingling the grandeur of biblical eschatology with the naive fantasy of a fairy tale:
On one of the days to come
the eye of the sea will darken
with the multitude of ships.
In that hour all the mass of the earth
will be spread as a cloth.
And a sun will shine for us blue as the sea,
a sun will shine for us warm as an eye,
will wait until we climb up
as it heads for the blue west.
It would be simplistic, I think, to draw direct political inferences from this underlying tension between homeland and horizon in Israeli literature. What the tension reflects most profoundly is the key psychological paradox of an imaginative literature that feels itself to be a full participant in modern culture at large, and yet is boxed into a tiny corner of geography, linguistically limited to at most a scant two million readers. In this regard, contemporary Hebrew literature provides a vivid if extreme paradigm for the difficult fate of all small cultures in an age of vast linguistic-cultural blocs and of global communications. In order to define the outlines of the paradigm, I have been stressing points of resemblance in distinctly different novelists and poets, although the points of divergence among them are at least as prominent, and in any case writers may do remarkably different things with the same set of oppositions. Most Israeli writers, it seems to me, tend to cluster at the end of the spectrum we have been concentrating on, where the imaginative confrontation of here and elsewhere is felt as a continual distress of creative consciousness. To avoid any misleading schematism, however, I would like to offer one final example from the other end of the spectrum—the poetry of Yehuda Amichai.
For Amichai, the West has not been a blue vision calling to him from beyond the shore, but a variegated, concretely perceived intellectual and emotional legacy. His German childhood reverberates through his poetry. Rilke and Auden are as natural sources for his poetic idiom as are Israeli speech and the Bible; and the various American and European scenes he has passed through as an adult are evoked with little sense that they present a challenging or alluring alternative to the Israeli setting in which he has taken root. Indeed, some of Amichai's finest poems over the past ten years, beginning with the remarkable cycle, "Jerusalem 1967," have been imaginative realizations of distinctive Israeli cityscapes and landscapes, where topography, architecture, cultural history, politics, and the record of age-old vision are so extraordinarily interfused.
Amichai is surely as aware as any other Israeli writer of the pull of the great world and of the exiguous dimensions of his national sphere (as his novel, Hotel in the Wilderness, makes clear). Yet the peculiar acerbic, playful, and at times visionary intimacy with the local scene which he has cultivated in his poems tends to keep the problem of horizons outside them. It may be that the messianic perspective, which makes one little state an everywhere, still remains, despite the prosaic logic of intellectual history, more available to Hebrew writers than I have allowed. In Amos Oz, we observed a ventriloquistic messianism which might reflect the writer's halfwillingness to believe, or rather to surrender to, a fiery doctrine of national redemption that he would reject on the grounds of sane political principle. In Amichai, one sees instead a wryly nostalgic messianism that reflects an affectionate, self-ironic longing for the flashes of transcendental vision that in the past so repeatedly illuminated the Jerusalem landscape in which he lives. The nostalgia does not dissolve into sentimentality because his attraction to Jerusalem as the seedbed of prophecy is always articulated through an unblinking perception of the terrestrial Jerusalem—in all its hodgepodge of noise, stench, dirt, color, and piquant incongruity, and always rendered through the flaunted inventiveness of an imagery that constantly yokes feelings and spiritual entities with the most earthy of mechanical accouterments of the workaday world. These characteristics can be observed in lively and significant play in the following untitled poem from Behind All This a Great Happiness Is Hiding (1974), Amichai's most recent volume of poetry. (My translation must unfortunately surrender much of the verbal wit and sound-play of the original.)
The only real horizon of the poem's Jerusalem, at once a city of the seventies and of the ages, is, in defiance of geography and optics, an absolute vertical above the city; the switch in diction in the last two lines to a virtual nursery lisp expresses, not a wish of simple escape, as in Ravikovitch, but a fantasy of assumption in the theological sense. For three faiths, Jerusalem has been the locus of ascent, the "navel," as rabbinic tradition has it, joining heaven and earth; and even an ironic modern poet cannot put that fact of the spirit's history out of his mind as he muses over the city. It is this awareness that makes the poem intensely local—yet, like other Hebrew writings that have come out of Jerusalem, a prism of meaning that focuses a universal dream:
All these stones, all this sadness, all
the light, shards of night-hours and noon-dust,
all the twisted pipework of sanctity,
wall and towers and rusty halos,
all the prophecies that couldn't hold in like old men,
all the sweaty angel-wings
all the stinking candles, all the peg-legged tourism,
dung of deliverance, gladness and gonads
refuse of nothingness bomb and time,
all the dust, all these bones
in the course of resurrection and in the course of the wind,
all this love, all
these stones, all this sadness.
To fill with them the valleys around her
so Jerusalem will be a level place
for my sweet airplane
that will come to take me on high.
SOURCE: "Contemporary Israeli Literature: A New Stance," in Books Abroad, Vol. 46, No. 2, Spring, 1972, pp. 192-9:
[In the following essay, Gillon surveys Israeli literature of the mid twentieth-century, focusing on the poetry of Yehuda Amichai and T. Carmi, and the short fiction and drama of Avraham B. Yehoshua.]
During the fifties and sixties Israeli poetry produced more original talent than the novel and drama. While some of the outstanding older poets still continued to do significant work (like Uri Tzvi Greenberg, Avraham Shlonsky, Nathan Alterman, Jonathan Ratosh), the chorus of younger poets rose to "sing and speak . . . in many sorts of music": lyrical, elegiac, intellectual, sardonic, melancholy, obsessed with the Holocaust, fiercely existentialist or absurdist, experimental, traditional, delicate, robust, an archic, and precise—indeed a veritable explosion of poetic creativity. The list of poets is too long for the scope of this article, which precludes a systematic survey of contemporary Israeli literature. Some of the names must be mentioned, if only as brief guideline for the uninitiated reader: Yehuda Amichai, T. Carmi, Amir Gilboa, Hayyim Guri, Binyamin Galai, Omer Hillel, David Rokeah, Nathan Zach, Dan Pagis, David Avidan, Dalia Rabikovitz, Avraham Hus, Yitzhak Shalev, Moshe Dor, Yaoz-Kesset, Ya'akov Besser, Hayyim Be'er, Shlomo Tanny, Miriam Oren, Tuvia Rübner, Ozer Rabin, Eytan Eytan, Avner Trainin, Hanokh Levin, Malakhi Beit-Arieh, Esther Rab, Aharon Amir, Zelda (Mishkovsky), Miriam Shneid, Abba Kovner, Matityahu Shoham, Esther Rab, Anadad Eldan.
Given this profusion of poetic expression, the critic has a choice of either offering a few discursive comments or attempting a brief discussion of one or two poets. In electing the latter alternative, I must caution the reader that my selection reflects a personal preference and does not imply that the poets (and novelists) studied here are more important than those who could not be included.
Although not all Hebrew writers in Western or Eastern Europe (or the U.S.) were Zionists, it is fair to say that the theme of the Return to Zion was central to modern Hebrew literature. Upon the establishment of the State of Israel, the main motifs of Hebrew literature shifted from a depiction of Jewish life in the Diaspora to a portrayal of life in the land of Israel. The European Holocaust provided another major preoccupation.
As the early Hebrew writers probed the essential duality of the Jewish condition (the hope for salvation and the tragic destruction of the faith, without which salvation is impossible—as in the works of S. Y. Agnon, for example), so some native Israeli writers, or those who came to Israel at an early age, examine the problems of survival before and after the War of Independence among a people that can no longer embrace a messianic faith nor is free from the heritage of the past. The centuries of persecution and discrimination exact a costly toll from the Israeli writer who chooses to write of war—a permanent condition of Israel's existence. In book after book we discover an introvert hero who knows that he must win but refuses to accept himself as a victor, for he will not tolerate injustice even against his own enemy. Thus, the moral predicament and the old theme of exile loom large in the manifold trends of contemporary Israeli literature.
Although poets like Uri Tzvi Greenberg and Nathan Alterman often sound the "prophetic" tones of Hayyim N. Bialik, most of the important recent writers shun patriotic themes and the descriptions of social and political topicalities to which the earlier generation of writers was attracted; and when they do write of social and political problems, they invariably present the hero trying to reconcile the past with the present, the religious with the secular.
A typical example of this attempt to bridge the gap between the past and the present is the poet and novelist Yehuda Amichai, who was born in Germany in 1924 but came to Israel as a child. The Hebrew name he adopted means: "My people lives." Two of his major works, the first collection of poems and a recent novel, harp on the word akshav (now). His first volume Now and in the Other Days (1965) was followed by Poems (1948-62), Now in the Noise: Poems (1963-68), and a novel Lo' Me'-Akhshav, Lo Mi'khan (Not of Now, Not of Here), published under the English title of Not of This Time, Not of This Place (translated by Shlomo Katz, Harper & Row, New York, 1968). The "nows" of Amichai's work are inextricably linked with the past; upon closer scrutiny a "now" is merely another perception of the past which weighs heavily upon the author. Thus, in "Auto biography in the Year 1952," he gives an account of his debt to his father and mother and the impact of certain years upon him:
And in the year '51 the motion of my life
Was like that of many slaves rowing a ship,
And my father's face like a lantern of a receding train . . .
But now in the spring of '52,
I see that more birds returned than had left last winter.
And I come back along the slope of the hill to my house
And in my room the woman whose body is heavy
And full of time.
Memories of childhood, the dream and the reality of life, the intimate details of love and hate juxtaposed humorously with depictions of armed conflict, the blending of the heroic and mock-heroic stance, these are the basic threads of Amichai's poetic tapestry that is woven with great delicacy and a superb sense of irony. Time is indeed a key word if not a central image in Amichai's work, for it enables him to achieve an artistic distance from which he can view himself, Israel, and the world.
Amichai's work reflects his personal problem. When at the age of fifteen he lost his faith, he felt he had rejected not only God but also his beloved father and, in a larger symbolic way,...
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SOURCE: "Fiction in a Stage of Siege," in Defenses of the Imagination: Jewish Writers and Modern Historical Crisis, The Jewish Publication Society of America, 1977, pp. 213-31.
[In the following essay, Alter studies the fiction of Amos Oz and Avraham B. Yehoshua.]
One should present the great and simple things,
like desire and death.
Something new has clearly been happening in Israeli fiction. Literary generations of course never really correspond to those symmetric schemes in which writers are seen marching past the review-stand of...
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David C. Jacobson
SOURCE: "The Holocaust and the Bible in Israeli Poetry," in Modern Language Studies, Vol. XXIV, No. 4, Fall, 1994, pp. 63-77.
[In the following essay, Jacobson examines biblical allusions in Israeli Holocaust poetry.]
Although the destruction of European Jewry in World War II took place outside of the Land of Israel, Israeli culture has been greatly preoccupied by this historical event. Zionism was a movement founded in Europe with the purpose of saving the Jews of the Diaspora from gentile anti-Semitism. For Jews engaged in the Zionist enterprise in the Land of Israel during and immediately after World War II, Hitler's...
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SOURCE: "Patterns and Trends in Israeli Drama and Theater, 1948 to Present," in Theater in Israel, edited by Linda Ben-Zvi, The University of Michigan Press, 1996, pp. 9-50.
[In the following excerpt, Avigal surveys developments in Israeli theater from the beginning of statehood in 1948 to the mid-1990s.]
IN OTHER PLACES PEOPLE DIE OF STROKES
One evening in 1985, about three years after the Lebanon War, I sat in the Rovina Hall of the Habima National Theater and witnessed a revolution, revolutionary only in Israeli terms, since what seemed so unusual here would have been routine for a Broadway or West End...
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Women And Israeli Literature
SOURCE: "Solipsism in Israeli Feminist Poetry: The Great Male Writer, Toni Morrison," in World Literature Today, Vol. 68, No. 3, Summer, 1994, pp. 505-08.
[In the following essay, Abend assesses the influence of American literature and culture on Israeli feminist poetry.]
Individualism, a distinctly Western ideal, is a concept one often associates with personal freedom, privacy, and control over one's life choices. But within the consumeroriented structures of the West, individualism is also a solipsism, as one is often more interested in one's own wishes and sentiments than in the greater issues of society. In the exportation of...
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Arab Characters In Israeli Literature
Edna Amir Coffin
SOURCE: 'The Image of the Arab in Modern Hebrew Literature,' in Michigan Quarterly Review, Vol. XXI, No. 2, Spring, 1982, pp. 319-41.
[In the following essay, Coffin discusses representations of Arabs and Arab-Jewish relations in Israeli literature.]
The encounter between the Arab residents and the Jewish settlers does not resemble an epic or a western, but is, perhaps, closest to a Greek tragedy. That is to say, the clash between justice and justice . . . and like ancient tragedies, there is no hope for happy reconciliation on the basis of some magic formula.
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Anderson, Elliott, and R. Friends, eds. Contemporary Israeli Literature: An Anthology. Philadelphia: Jewish Publication Society of America, 1977, 342 p.
Retrospective anthology that features the prose of Aharon Appelfeld, David Shahar, A. B. Yehoshua, and Yehuda Amichai along with a cross-section of contemporary Israeli poetry.
Ramras-Rauch, Gila, and Joseph Michman-Melkman, eds. Facing the Holocaust: Selected Israeli Fiction. Philadelphia: Jewish Publication Society of America, 1985, 292 p.
Collection of short stories and novel excerpts on the subject of the Holocaust.
Spicehandler, E., and C....
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