100 Days in The Waiting Place

January 14, 2024 / IlanaB / 4 Comments

3 minutes

You can get so confused
that you’ll start to race
down long wiggled roads at break-necking pace
and grind on for miles across weirding wild space,
headed, I fear, toward a most useless place.
The Waiting Place . . .

. . . for people just waiting.
Waiting for a train to go
or a bus to come, or a plane to go
or the mail to come, or the rain to go
or the phone to ring, or the snow to snow
or waiting around for a Yes or No
or waiting for their hair to grow.
Everyone is just waiting.

Waiting for the fish to bite
or waiting for wind to fly a kite
or waiting around for Friday night
or waiting, perhaps, for their Uncle Jake
or a pot to boil, or a Better Break
or a string of pearls, or a pair of pants
or a wig with curls, or Another Chance.
Everyone is just waiting.
– Dr. Seuss, Oh, the Places You’ll Go!

Posters had been put up overnight – the ones they had been tearing down in big cities. I saw them as I was walking to and from work, and I thought, “That’s important. I should write a post about that.” Before I could, the hostage release deal went through. Every day, I turned on live-streaming news on YouTube to watch the transfer. I couldn’t do anything before 4pm. And then there were delays and more delays and more delays. For days, I could do nothing else: I waited before. I waited during. I waited after for the next day. And then I waited for the extension. Or would it be the end of the pause?

I have been constantly waiting. Dr. Seuss, one of the great philosophers of the 20th century, told us when we were kids that The Waiting Place is a most useless place. And it is. And today – the 100th day of waiting – Israel still cannot turn the page. We are all just waiting.

Waiting for news.
Waiting for friends and colleagues to come back from reserve duty.
Waiting for phone calls from loved ones.
Waiting to hear the names of the fallen.
Waiting for the next siren.
Waiting for Friday or for Chanukah, but without any excitement.
(I forgot to wait for Santa – what can I say, I like the NORAD Santa Tracker. But not this year.)
Waiting for the secular year to change to 2024. (I made a herculean effort to remember to do the countdown to midnight, but it was empty and meaningless.)
Waiting for the 100th Day.

NO!
That’s not for you!

Somehow you’ll escape
all that waiting and staying.
You’ll find the bright places
where Boom Bands are playing.
– Dr. Seuss, Oh, the Places You’ll Go!

That “somehow” is a little tricky.
For now, we’re all in The Waiting Place praying for the release of the hostages and praying for peace.

To get out of this terrible, awful, no-good Waiting Place, we have to take action, so we’re always looking for that “somehow” to escape.

Heroic people like a lion
Together we will win

“There is no greater mitzvah than redeeming captives”

This week on Emek Refaim
Yellow ribbons for those we are waiting for

Notes from Jerusalem

November 7, 2023January 15, 2024 / IlanaB / Leave a comment

*7 minutes

This is a blog about life in Israel. Since my last post in 2021, we went through a bunch of elections (I didn’t think I could explain them in any coherent way), COVID closures now and again, and just life. Simply put, I had nothing to add to the conversation.

Now, it’s been a month since the nightmare of October 7, and only now have I been able to write anything. I think I’ve been in shock. I wouldn’t say denial, although I haven’t been able to watch any of the horrors or hear any stories of the heroes of that day. I would start crying and never stop.

This post will not be political or angry – though my constant doom scrolling might suggest that that’s what I want to write. Instead, I decided that I would share things that are not reported in the news in the West. This will not be a click-bait post about terrible things happening here. Jerusalem is a bubble, and we feel kind-of safe here, though I’m sure we’re not as safe as we think we are.

October 6

It was Friday night, and my neighborhood has continued to have Shabbat services in the park. The celebration was especially joyful with singing late into the night. It was the holiday of Simhat Torah (celebrating restarting the weekly readings of the Torah).

October 7

I was awakened at 8:15am by a strange noise. It wasn’t my alarm. It wasn’t anything electronic in my home. It took me a few seconds to understand that it was a siren. A SIREN. I grabbed my phone and tried to find out what was happening. I could hear my neighbors turning on radios and noises of moving around, but no panicking or hysteria.

My building is old and not equipped with a protected room. There are recommendations for safety in every scenario, so I knew that my bedroom was probably the safest place for me to be. The public shelter is in the park. It makes no sense to leave my home, go out into the street, walk for a minute, then enter the park to go into the shelter there. And I’m certainly not going out there in my pajamas.

There were a few more sirens that morning, but nothing after noon or so. Because it was Shabbat and a holiday, the news was slow to come out.

Normally on a Shabbat, I like to lounge around in my bathrobe, have a leisurely brunch, watch some shows, and putter around the house. Not on this day. I probably did something a little strange. After the second siren, I decided to take a shower, including washing my hair. I got dressed in clean clothes and put on tennis shoes. If anything should happen, at a minimum, I would be prepared. I’ve been wearing tennis shoes every day since then. If I have to run somewhere, at least I won’t be held back by improper shoes. My joke to myself is that these are my emotional support shoes. It’s not really funny, but they do make me feel better.

In the evening, we were notified that school had been canceled, workplaces that don’t have proper shelters will be closed, gatherings would be basically forbidden, and we should all stay home as much as possible.

My work let all of us know that if we were able to come in, we should.

October 8

(Don’t worry, this isn’t a day by day diary, I’m just trying to give a little context.)

The first text message I got in the morning was from my health fund. They wrote to let us know that services might be slowed down during this time, but a hotline was opened for anyone having any mental or emotional struggles at this time.

When I went out, I was immediately struck by how quiet it was – very little traffic, few people on the street, businesses closed. I called it COVID quiet.

On this day, we were just learning who had been called to reserve duty, whose family members had been called up, who had lost loved ones, who had families in danger. The horror stories were slowly being revealed. The number of hostages was rising. The shock of the atrocities was a cloud over all of us. It still is.

Since then

Reserves were called immediately. Some who were not called, came voluntarily. They called 300,000 reservists, 360,000 showed up.

Calls to action by every kind of Jewish organization in Israel and outside of Israel came right away – for food, for clothes, for additional protective and field gear for soldiers, for funds for more ambulances and medical personnel and supplies, for blood drives, for sheltering animals who were left in the communities or whose owners were killed, for workers to help in the agricultural areas in the south.

It’s estimated almost 50% of Israelis have done some kind of volunteer work this month.

Social media influencers went into overdrive for Israel. Among them are Christian and Muslim Arab Israelis.

Within a day or two, billboards were covered with images of the Israeli flag. Just before President Biden’s visit, there was a huge banner with his image, the US flag, and the word “Thanks!” This week, I saw kidnapped posters. The light show on the walls of the Old City was images of the kidnapped.

Couples who had plans to get married later decided to get married now. Rather than a honeymoon, the men, and sometimes the women too, went to their reserve duty.

Israeli hospitals moved their wards into underground parking garages. They have full care facilities and operating theaters set up, and patients are protected.

It’s not easy to purchase and keep a gun in Israel. But after October 7 and after people heard that the slain usually didn’t have a weapon nearby, gun permit requests went sky-high. They expedited the process so that the paperwork would be processed more quickly and rather than a face-to-face interview, it could be done over the phone. It will still take a few weeks to process each request.

There are approximately 300,000 evacuees (from southern communities, but now also from the north) in hotels. Some real estate management companies have opened up empty homes to house families from the evacuated areas. Businesses are coming up with free activities for them so they don’t feel so isolated, alone, or abandoned. For example, the Cinemateque is screening feel-good movies three times a day for free, museums are offering free entrance and in-person activities at the hotels, retailers are offering percentages of purchases going to help evacuees. Most of the time, the programs are called something like “embracing evacuees.”

Many nights have been silent. In regular times, you can hear people out and about or hear the traffic. But now, most nights are extremely quiet. You can hear the wind. You can hear low-flying planes and helicopters keeping watch in the sky.

Plant nurseries in the south had to sell all their plants as quickly as possible. I bought a bunch and started to work on my garden. I felt like I was planting hope.

The buses are equipped with audio recordings to let passengers know which stop is coming up and that if you don’t scan your card, you could face a big fine. During COVID times, the announcement reminded everyone to wear a mask. Last week, there was a new message: In regular times and in emergencies, Egged (the bus company) will be there to provide service. We are strong together, and we will get through this together.

I’ve started seeing the motto Together we will win. A few weeks ago, the country was divided and Netanyahu and his government were teetering on the edge of the abyss. But on October 7, the country said, we’ll deal with that later, right now, we need to act together to deal with this external existential threat. Rest assured there will be inquiries about the catastrophic failures of October 7 and the lack of leadership. But first we have to succeed in removing Hamas from the Gaza Strip. The only way Israel can move forward is by being together and united.

Don’t Panic, Pt. 10: We Shall Be Released

May 9, 2020 / IlanaB / 2 Comments

Any day now, any day now,
I shall be released
— Bob Dylan

This will be the last in the “Don’t Panic” series (I hope!). Israel is opening up, and we’re slowly moving toward what will be the new normal.

Israel has twice as many people who have recovered from the virus (more than 11,000) than are ill (fewer than 5,000), and our new cases each day have been in the 10s. We’ve had very few deaths in the past week. The re-opening is happening in stages, and if the infection rates go up again, we can reverse into shutdown mode.

Masks are required outside our homes. In my area, I’d say about 50% are mask compliant. Another 35% are semi-compliant (masks not covering noses or having the mask available under the chin or over one ear). Jerusalemites have been desperate to get back to Mahane Yehuda, the open air market, and chose to wait in long lines in the heat to get in on the first day. It defeats the purpose of limiting the number of people in the market, but there’s no accounting for the human desire to shop at the shuk.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=acisQUEAhPk

I went back to the office this week too. I’m taking the opportunity to walk to and from work instead of taking public transportation. [Read: Begone, damn pounds!] When I arrive at the office, I put on a glove to clock in. The guard takes my temperature with a scanner thermometer. We don’t touch each other and the thermometer never touches me. My temperature is recorded, and I head upstairs.

On the first day back, we had a staff meeting to go over new health precautions with everyone wearing masks and sitting at least 6 feet (2 meters) apart. Obviously our staff room isn’t that big, so all 30 or 40 of us were in the lobby of the building, and we had to set up a microphone so speakers could be heard. Not all of our staff have returned to work, but it was nice to see colleagues I haven’t seen for at least 6 weeks.

The nice thing about being out and about is really appreciating the flowers.

I took a walk along the railroad trail in celebration of my freedom.

The frogs were out, but I wasn’t lucky enough to see one. Have a listen!

Christmas Eve in the Old City

December 28, 2019 / IlanaB / Leave a comment

My friend from Costa Rica came to visit me in Jerusalem on Christmas Eve. It was wonderful to see her, and it also gave me the opportunity visit my city as a tourist. It’s nice to be reminded how exciting the Old City can be.

We wandered around and enjoyed the views.

View from the Austrian Hospice (looking southward). Today it’s a hotel and in the past it was a rest stop for Austrian pilgrims.

Exiting the Lion’s Gate, we looked over Gethsemane (lower left) and the Mount of Olives cemetery (right). Perfectly timed as the sun was just about to be blocked by the walls of the Old City.

Candle lighting at the Kotel. It was, after all, also the third night of Chanukah.

Since it was Christmas Eve and there wasn’t a Chinese restaurant on our way, we had kosher Korean food. From the left, clockwise: gimbap, tteok-bokki (sweet version), japchae, and kimchi. YUM!

Next stop, Church of the Holy Sepulchre. It was unbelievably crowded. And yet quiet and respectful. It may surprise you to know that many of the special tours were in Hebrew – meaning Israelis were visiting.

Nativity scene in the silent chapel at the Church of the Holy Sepulchre.

Crusader graffiti. These marks were left by Crusaders along the walls going down the stairs to Helene’s Chapel. Helene was Constantine’s mother and declared this site to be the location of the crucifixion.

The Holy Selpuchre itself. Inside this structure is a tomb that was opened in 2016 to be cleaned and restored. Some Christians dispute the site, but there is actually a tomb there consistent with the time period. See the National Geographic article about it HERE.

In the Christian quarter. One of the few places in Jerusalem decorated with lights.

Lighting up the walls of the Old City.

We finished our evening by wading through a Chabad candle lighting at the entrance to Mamilla. The yeshiva boys are dancing, jumping, singing. The band is on the balcony playing wild Chanukah music featuring a flute. (Think mosh pit at a Jethro Tull concert.)

This was a great way to end 2019 and get ready for 2020. (I can’t believe it will be 2020 in a few days!!!)

Wishing you all good health, many joyous occasions,
and success, productivity, and prosperity in all your projects!

Happy New Year!!

A Lion taking care of kitties

February 2, 2019February 2, 2019 / IlanaB / 1 Comment

I read that the municipality has budgeted $27,000 (100,000 NIS) for cat food to feed Jerusalem’s stray cat population. The city has moved garbage bins to underground locations leaving the food source for street cats inaccessible, so some feeding stations are getting set up.

The new mayor of Jerusalem is named Moshe Lion (there was a notice letting everyone know that Lion is the correct spelling in English, though the pronunciation is /lee – OHN/).

I’m obviously easily amused: Lion —> cats.

Anyone who has ever been to Jerusalem knows that there are cats EVERYWHERE.

Living in Jerusalem, it was inevitable that I would eventually get adopted by some cats. As things stand now, this dog person has 3 cats. For the most part, I treat them like dogs while letting them be independent, aloof cats, who demand snuggles.

My three cats in order of adoption (left to right) –
Psycho Kitty, Catski Doodle, KitKat Monster,
but they go by Kitty! or Cat! or Sweetie Pie
or whatever I decide to call them that day

These two are obviously related, but adopted about a year apart. As you can see, they take care of each other in the winter by snuggling and head cleaning.

These two have spent enough years together that they don’t mind being close, but they don’t snuggle. I wrap them up like sausages.

Fine. I confess.
These cats are totally spoiled. There’s a heating pad under the blanket so that they can be relaxed and warm. They eat as much as they want, whenever they want. I am their personal door opener. Even though they are free to go outside, they would still rather poop in the litter box. I suspect they like that I shovel their poo.

They thank me by being purring blankets in winter, unconditionally supporting my hopes and dreams, and being good listeners who give only the best advice at the right time. There’s gentle headbutting to let me know they are underfoot, and they like to share my dinner with the adorable ability to eat daintily from my fingers.

Now here’s the problem: I need to find a way to get in on that Jerusalem cat food budget. I have the whole cast of Cats hanging out in my yard and my soft, bleeding, lion heart tells me to feed them. It started with Kitler (he’s old, cranky, and has a little mustache), then Ginger (the helper cat) showed up with Grey Tigger (very noisy whiner) and Bert (short for Orange Sherbet), the kitten. And those are just the ones I’ve named . . .

Feed me.

An Israeli Neighborhood Moment – Home

January 19, 2019 / IlanaB / 1 Comment

I went across the street to the local makolet (the equivalent of a mini-mart) to pick up a few things. I chatted a bit with the cashier and an older neighborhood guy joined in the conversation. At a certain point, it was just him and me.

“Have you lived in the neighborhood long?”

“A few months.”

“Oh, where do you live?” (Anywhere else you might think twice about answering this question, but this is Israel.)

“Over there at number ___.”

“Oh, yeah? I was born in that building! Now I live across the street at number ___.”

I found out the guy was in his mid-60s. That means his parents moved into this neighborhood a few years after the state was born, raised their kids, and some of those kids stayed right here. He told me that he lived in his parents’ apartment in my building until he was 28 and got married.

Israel is only 70 years old. I used to meet gray-haired people who built the state. Now here I was meeting a gray-haired person for whom the state was built. In his lifetime, he didn’t remember a time when there wasn’t an Israel. His parents did, but he was born and raised right here on this street with a birthright to the Jewish homeland.

This must be a special neighborhood though. A colleague of mine lives nearby in the apartment he was born in. It used to belong to his grandparents, his parents lived there, and now he lives there with his family. His parents moved down the street.

I find it fascinating from the point of view of someone who was born in Russia, moved to Israel, grew up in the US, and moved back to Israel. Where is “home”? For me, it’s wherever I am right now. For these two, it’s this neighborhood right here and will never be anywhere else.

I love a parade!

December 8, 2018 / IlanaB / Leave a comment

Israel doesn’t generally do parades in the American style, but this year we had a special treat. Ok, it wasn’t Macy’s (that was a rumor that got blown out of proportion). Still, there were balloons and floats, and the American flair of classic cars and marching bands!

And we start with the Nutcracker!

Going US style with US Ambassador David Friedman!

Smurfy!

Awesome classic cars!

And a little red corvette!

Compilation of the bands!

ANIMAL!!!

Work it, Dragon!

Wait. We’re in Israel, right? Do you see some Israeli heroes?

If you will it, it is no dream!

Hunkering down

November 17, 2018 / IlanaB / 4 Comments

While I’m sure other stuff has been happening around the world, the last couple of weeks in Israel and the United States have been crazy.

How we deal with it at my house

In the US, we had a blue wave in the House, more firings in the White House, CNN had a stand-off with the president, the president popped over to France, and major elections had recounts.

In Israel, the apathy of the citizens of Jerusalem was staggering – the new mayor won by about 6,500 votes in a city with a population of 865,000 with only 30% of eligible voters voting. Israel is defending its citizens against attacks by Gazan rockets (460 rockets over several days from Gaza into Israel), but now there is a cease-fire. However, the defense minister stepped down, which rocked the delicate coalition, and that may bring about national elections.

And that’s just the tip of the iceberg.

“Truth is stranger than fiction.”

Yeah? I’ll have some of that fiction now, please.

The nice thing about fiction is that it’s clean and all the boring unimportant bits are taken out. You don’t have to waste your time on details that don’t push the story along. Real life has just too much stuff going on and you don’t know what’s really important or which way to look.

I’m a fan of thrillers, mysteries, police procedurals, and I’m not averse to vigilantes with strict internal moral codes. At the moment, my fictional world is making a lot more sense than real life. But I do need fiction that makes me think. I need a theory or a particular worldview to chew on.

A few weeks ago, a British show called Strangers caught my attention. A few of the main characters are British, but it was filmed in Hong Kong with Chinese actors speaking Chinese (scenes with subtitles!). My original thought about reviewing this series was to point out that Britain is now getting in on the Asian drama wave. But I’m going to take it in a different direction.

What I loved about this show was that it was filled with twists and turns I didn’t see coming. I know the usual tropes, so I really appreciate a show that keeps you guessing. For instance, here is a synopsis of the first fifteen minutes: A woman is driving while crying on the phone. She’s hit by a truck. A self-satisfied professor starts his lecture and is pulled out of the lecture hall to be told his wife has died in a car accident. He’s afraid of flying, but goes to Hong Kong to identify his wife’s body and bring her back to England. He sees a man holding a picture of his wife. Who is this man? None other than her Chinese husband who she’s been married to for the past 20 years.

Say what? I’m hooked. And it goes on like that for eight episodes: an unexpected twist every fifteen minutes or so.

I won’t spoil it for you. The unraveling of the mystery is very well done; I enjoyed the meandering pace.

What made me think, though, was a nearly throwaway line in the first minutes of the show. The smug professor wrote a book called Do Nations Exist? The brown-nosing student says “Nations are imagined; they only exist in our minds.” The professor answers, “Surely a group of people claiming to be a cohesive whole is, at best, a lie agreed upon.”

You can watch the whole show without ever thinking about this line ever again. However, given the events of real life, you might see that the story shows you the answer. Our professor leaves his ivory tower and arrives in a dirty, dark, smoggy Hong Kong. He finds that everything he thinks is true is not, everything he expects in the world is upside-down, and all of his British cultural touchstones have no meaning in Hong Kong. He expects the police to help, they don’t. He expects the British consular officers to help, they don’t. He thinks the Chinese husband is working against him, he isn’t. Then there’s the journalist, the university friend, the activist, the refugee, the Triad gangster, the conglomerate owner, the British consul, the hotel manager – no one is who they appear to be. And what about the elections in Hong Kong? There are protests and the usual rumors and power plays. But how does it fit in? (As I mentioned, nothing is introduced that isn’t important. It’s clean and we know where to look, even if it might be misdirection on the part of the writer.)

It’s possible that the important bit of the line is “a lie agreed upon.” When you hold up the mirror of fiction to real life, you might find that everything you think is true isn’t. All your expectations are baseless. Your interactions in the world go awry because you are a stranger in a strange land.

But then why throw in nations at all? Do they exist? Well, I suppose it depends on who you ask. If you are inside, then they don’t – or don’t have to. If you are outside, then they most assuredly do.

As for me, for the moment, I prefer to stay in my fictional world that makes some kind of sense. Real life is just too crazy right now.

Here’s the opening of Strangers

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JMLzmQApXXw

And a quick teaser

Civic duty

November 3, 2018 / IlanaB / 1 Comment

This past week Israel held municipal elections around the country. We had a government-endorsed vacation day to encourage voting. Businesses that stayed open were required to pay employees 200% (as if they worked on a holiday).

I went to my neighborhood polling station and found about 10 people outside promoting their candidates. They completely ignored me as I walked by. Did I project an aura of “I’ve already made up my mind, so don’t even”?

I expected to have to wait to vote. But there was not another voter in the whole building. It was just me at 1 o’clock in the afternoon doing my civic duty.

People often take pictures of themselves voting and post them on Facebook. Taking pictures of the voting process is perfectly fine. But I didn’t do it because the voting system is frankly a bit ridiculous.

In Jerusalem, you vote for a party list and you have a separate vote for the mayor. You don’t mark a ballot or vote on any particular issues. Personally, I feel like a kindergartner voting for class president.

When you walk in, you give the registrar your ID card and you receive two envelopes: a yellow one for the mayor, a white one for the party. You walk behind a cardboard partition and you’re faced with a divided tray filled with slips of paper. There are 21 parties each with their own letter (that may or may not obviously relate to the party name) and 5 mayoral candidates. You can also write in candidates.

Voting screengrab source

One slip of paper in each envelope, seal them, and drop them into the locked cardboard box.

Pick up your ID and go on your merry way having completed your civic duty.

Seriously, Jerusalem? WTF?

The next morning we find that we will have a run-off election because no mayoral candidate passed the 40% majority threshold.

Not among the two left standing is the candidate who was endorsed by the outgoing mayor, the prime minister, the Likud party, and other candidates who stepped out of the running. Well, there was a report that he had loan guarantees provided by quite a few Russian oligarchs. And there was a weird text message campaign against him. I kept receiving anonymous messages saying that Gargamel doesn’t love the Smurfs and he doesn’t love Jerusalem either.

The young, secular guy who is left in the race was not endorsed by any major players and hasn’t raised as much money – although there is a rumor that he has money coming in that doesn’t have to be reported. On the down side, he has no management experience, he hasn’t worked with the Knesset, and he has a reputation for not getting along with colleagues.

But the worst thing is that even though there was a campaign to increase voter turnout and it was a holiday, Jerusalem’s voter turnout went DOWN from the last election. Last time it was 39% and this time it was 35%.

As I was walking to the voting station, I overheard a conversation:

“Are you going to vote?”

“Nah. I don’t like any of the candidates.”

You might think that Jerusalem was any old village in a far-flung corner of Nowheresville, not the home of 3 monotheistic religions, the crossroads of 3 continents, a flashpoint of the Palestinian-Israeli conflict, the Center of the Universe, and the capital of the State of Israel.

Palestinians in East Jerusalem are encouraged to boycott the elections (as a method of not recognizing Israel), so you can understand why they didn’t vote. But all of the 65% of eligible voters who didn’t vote pretty much thumbed their noses at the future of this city with a hearty “Whatever, losers!” and went to the beach.

The run-off is on November 13 and it’s not a holiday. I have a sinking feeling that Apathy will be the winner on that day too.

Monday Morning at the Movies – The Bookshop

September 1, 2018September 1, 2018 / IlanaB / Leave a comment

I confess. I went to the movies on a Monday morning.

The Jerusalem Cinemateque is the home of several film festivals and is a place for movie lovers to gather and enjoy film. One of the major differences between the Cinemateque and a regular movie theater is that you will be shushed and chastised if you don’t observe proper movie-watching etiquette (they only recently allowed food in the theaters!).

You can buy a yearly membership and go to as many movies as you like throughout the year and get discounts on festival entrance fees. They have lectures and special screenings. Once I saw a new John Turturro movie followed by a Q&A with John Turturro. They screened The Karate Kid on a big screen on the lawn. I sat through all three Matrix movies in one night (ok, that was a mistake on my part)

This summer, on Monday mornings, they are screening several different movies and this week was The Bookshop. It was 10 NIS and I had missed the last showings at other theaters. It just so happened that I could arrange my schedule that morning, so at 11am I was in the theater.

The Bookshop stars Emily Mortimer, Bill Nighy, and Patricia Clarkson, and is rather gray and melancholy. It’s well-cast, well-acted, and well-done. But if you are not in the right mood, you won’t appreciate the small village Britishness of it.

Short review: Cautious thumbs up. Be in the right mood.

Long review: Below the trailer. Some spoilers.

“It is not incumbent upon you to finish the task. Yet, you are not free to desist from it.”

–Ethics of the Fathers (Pirkei Avot) 2:21

A British movie in the middle of the day brought out many British people and a variety of other English-speakers. The theater was surprisingly full. I heard English from all corners. But the interesting thing was that after the movie, it was the Hebrew-speakers congregating in the foyer to discuss the film.

“Such courage!”

“How could she stand up against the whole town?”

The grande dame of the village was a horrible, petty woman. She decided that there would be no bookstore in that old house and that was it. A younger woman decides to stand up for her right to have a bookstore. And the widower on the hill who rarely steps out of his house is re-inspired.

All the makings of a Hollywood Hero’s Journey. And this movie is definitely not that.

And yet.

I was reminded of the line from Ethics of the Fathers. Emily Mortimer’s character begins the work. She decides to try to open the closed minds of the villagers. Cue Sisyphus.

And it is the child who carries on the work – I won’t give away the ending (you probably won’t guess the final act).

From there to here, we see a lot of the dirty underbelly of an English village: gossip, us versus you, the smile to your face while stabbing you in the back, and power plays.

Like the Hero’s Journey, this too is a universal story, except that it’s not one that we like to tell; it’s a little too close to real life, and frankly, it’s sad. But that’s why that last moment in the film reminds you that you have to start the task even if you don’t finish it in your lifetime. Someone else will continue it in the next generation.

I’m a huge Anglophile and I love all the actors. I’m glad I saw it. But this is not a movie for everyone.

The Write Place (for me)

All the writings, all right here

Jerusalem