I thought I would have liked Grossman as much as I like Abraham B.
Yehoshua and Amos Oz. Possibly even more: while Yehoshua has written some awful
articles about how Syrian refugees are stealing the Palestinian jobs that
nobody in Israel wants to do, David Grossman has had his life shattered by the
death of his son in service for the IDF – the potential for a unique take on
Israel and its contradictions almost unparalleled.
After reading Someone to Run With and
finding it remarkably insipid I decided to give Grossman one more chance.
However, even The Book of Intimate
Grammar was rather dull. Who wants to read hundreds and hundreds of pages
about the inner trouble of a young kid who can’t fit in and is at his happiest
when he can picture himself as a promising young escapist? I might be heartless
– no, I am surely heartless – but this book gave me no emotions…
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