It might seem that Aharon Appelfeld’s novels are mystical. Yet, with the enchanting characters – whose blindness, deafness, muteness, psychic unrest, vulnerabilities of age, and moral defects serve to “exaggerate purposely, to make things visible” (as a character says in a different one of his novels) – there is the splendorous reality of the humanContinue reading ““Laish” by Aharon Appelfeld”
What a silly, inverted question. And what could possibly make me ask it? The answer is this anecdote at the end of Aharon Appelfeld’s memoir Table for One: Under the Light of Jerusalem:
This Holy Thursday, I’m thinking back to my first visit to the Church of All Nations at the Garden of Gethsemane in Jerusalem. In it, there’s this impressive mosaic of Jesus praying while his disciples have fallen asleep in the background.
Today marks the anniversary of the fascinating conversion of Alphonse Ratisbonne that occurred on Thursday, January 20, 1842. I have been learning his story gradually, throughout my travels to Rome and Jerusalem.