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pattydsf 's review for:
Falling Out of Time
by David Grossman
“The passing time is painful. I have lost the art of moving simply, naturally, within it. I am swept back against its flow. Angry, vindictive, it pierces me all the time, all the time with its spikes.”
Long before I planned a second trip to Israel, I knew that I was interested in David Grossman’s books. He is considered one of Israeli’s top authors and he is very involved in the peace movement in Israel/Palestine. I had picked up To the End of the Land several times, but never got very far.
I decided that I might find this story more accessible, mainly because it is short. I was so wrong. First of all, the tale is told in verse, or maybe as a play. It is a hybrid and I found that confusing. Secondly, this novel is dealing with death and grief. Nothing would have made this an easy read.
However, I was alone, up in the air, willing to surrender to the book. I could have quit, but I decided to just give in to what Grossman was saying. There is something about being isolated on the airplane that helped me just read and absorb.
I have not lost a child to death. I had a miscarriage almost 35 years ago, but the baby did not seem entirely real. Grossman’s son died in 2004 in a military action in the Second Lebanon War. To lose a son, someone you have known for about twenty years – I can’t even imagine the pain.
In an interview in the New Yorker (https://www.newyorker.com/magazine/2010/09/27/the-unconsoled), Grossman says, “It’s such a major part of my life now, grief. It’s hard to say the word. Separation from Uri, learning to accept what happened—I have to confront it. It’s even my responsibility as a father to him. I cannot run away.”
Grossman is a powerful writer. He is willing to open his life and share it with the world. Although it was a difficult read, I have a better understanding of how some people deal with death and grief. I am grateful to Grossman.
Long before I planned a second trip to Israel, I knew that I was interested in David Grossman’s books. He is considered one of Israeli’s top authors and he is very involved in the peace movement in Israel/Palestine. I had picked up To the End of the Land several times, but never got very far.
I decided that I might find this story more accessible, mainly because it is short. I was so wrong. First of all, the tale is told in verse, or maybe as a play. It is a hybrid and I found that confusing. Secondly, this novel is dealing with death and grief. Nothing would have made this an easy read.
However, I was alone, up in the air, willing to surrender to the book. I could have quit, but I decided to just give in to what Grossman was saying. There is something about being isolated on the airplane that helped me just read and absorb.
I have not lost a child to death. I had a miscarriage almost 35 years ago, but the baby did not seem entirely real. Grossman’s son died in 2004 in a military action in the Second Lebanon War. To lose a son, someone you have known for about twenty years – I can’t even imagine the pain.
In an interview in the New Yorker (https://www.newyorker.com/magazine/2010/09/27/the-unconsoled), Grossman says, “It’s such a major part of my life now, grief. It’s hard to say the word. Separation from Uri, learning to accept what happened—I have to confront it. It’s even my responsibility as a father to him. I cannot run away.”
Grossman is a powerful writer. He is willing to open his life and share it with the world. Although it was a difficult read, I have a better understanding of how some people deal with death and grief. I am grateful to Grossman.