The Yellow Wind: With a New Afterword by the Author

This was an interesting book, but it disappointed me. It provided important information often not acknowledged, but I found much of the writing unclear. I had heard so much praise of David Grossman I'm looking forward to reading his fiction and expecting more clarity.

first hand report of the palestinian situation

“One morning, soldiers came to the house and notified her that she had fifteen minutes to get all her belongings and her daughters out of the house, after which the house would be leveled. Sometimes, when I hear about the destruction of houses in the West Bank, I wonder what I would remove from

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my house during that quarter hour – the basic necessities, I suppose; bed linens and cooking utensils. But what about the photograph albums? And my manuscript? And books? And old letters? How much can you get out in a frenzied fifteen minutes?”

In 1987, Israeli novelist David Grossman spent three months on the West Bank, journeying to Palestinian camps and Jewish settlements, talking to university students, army reservists, villagers, prosecutors, everyday people, ordinary people living divided, exiled lives. As he explains:

“I wanted to meet the people who are themselves the real players in the drama, those who pay first the price of their actions and failures, courage, cowardliness, corruption, nobility. I quickly understood that we all pay the price, but not all of us know it.”

The ‘Yellow Wind’ refers to “the wind that will come from the gate of Hell (from the gates of Paradise comes only a pleasant, cool wind) – rih asfar, it is called by the local Arabs, a hot and terrible east wind which comes once in a few generations, sets the world afire, and people seek shelter from its heat in the caves and caverns, but even there it finds those it seeks, those who have performed cruel and unjust deeds, and there, in the cracks in the boulders, it exterminates them, one by one”.

It is an emotional, painful read and as with Grossman’s fiction (at least with To The End of the Land, the only other of his works I’ve read) well written.

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I don't really remember how I came to acquire this book, which makes me suspect it was a bookslut slush stack pick. It is about Israel and Palestine, and while it was written in 1987, as two updates to the book point out, while things have changed, attitudes very much remain the same. And attitudes

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are very much what this book is about.

Grossman is an Israeli novelist who goes on a quest of sorts to understand the people impacted by the struggle. An Israeli himself, he seems to take Israeli "mainstream" opinions for granted, and never mentions them in this book. He does interview Arabs in refugee camps, West Bank university students, Israeli settlers, Palestinians working in near-slavery conditions in Tel Aviv. These interviews are terrifying and heartbreaking and soul sickening, and in his reactions to some of the stories Grossman, perhaps unintentionally, reveals his own gaze -- the way his own history in the occupations colors his perception. With the exception of the final essay, this is not done reflectively, which makes me doubt it was intentional. This is clearly a book written by an Israeli for Israelis.

But it strives to be honest and let the interviewed tell their own stories and build a picture of how trapped and locked in everyone is in the occupation -- occupied and occupiers alike. None see clearly through the veils of their own righteousness, even Grossman, who is struggling to remove his.

Don't read unless you're ready to complicate your own understanding of the Middle East. And may I recommend a hefty donation to Seeds of Peace at the end as a palate cleanser.

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