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This is a sort of 'best of' collection from Kashua's decade plus of weekly columns for Israeli newspaper Haaretz: short, satirical pieces on life in Israel, usually featuring Kashua and his family. Kashua comes off as a neurotic bumbler with all the comic failures of a sitcom character--kind of like Kramer from Seinfeld. And like Kramer, some of his mishaps are his own fault, and some are due to existing in a world where someone else is writing the rules. Kashua's essays present his writerly daydreaming and hopes for his family, as well as the painful difficulties of life as an Arab living in Jerusalem, with miserable hilarity. The columns are presented in chronological order and make it easy to track the rise and fall of Kashua's optimism, which he reveals with disarming and harrowing honesty. You can dip in and read a few pages here or there or go straight through like I did, and close the book feeling enervated and ready for a drink. Recommended: Without Parents; The Court!; The Stories I Don't Dare Tell; Kashua's Complaint.
— From Christina
Sayed Kashua has been praised by the New York Times
as a master of subtle nuance in dealing with both Arab and Jewish society. An Israeli-Palestinian who lived in Jerusalem for most of his life, Kashua started writing in Hebrew with the hope of creating one story that both Palestinians and Israelis could relate to, rather than two that cannot coexist. He devoted his novels and his satirical weekly column published in Haaretz
to exploring the contradictions of modern Israel while also capturing the nuances of family life in all its tenderness and chaos.
Over the last decade, Kashua's humorous essays have been among the most widely read columns in Israel. He writes about fatherhood and marriage, the Jewish-Arab conflict, encounters with prejudice, his professional ambitions, and his love of literature. With an intimate tone fueled by deep-seated apprehension and a razor-sharp ironic wit, he has documented his own life as well as that of society at large--from instructing his daughter on when it's appropriate to speak Arabic (everywhere, anytime, except at the entrance to a mall) to navigating security at Ben Gurion airport (in a Citroen that he'd bought especially for checkpoints: God in heaven, who ever saw an Arab driving a Citroen?) to opening a Facebook account during the Arab Spring (so that he wouldn't miss the next revolution).
From these events of his everyday life, Kashua brings forth a series of brilliant, caustic, wry, and fearless reflections on social and cultural dynamics as experienced by someone who straddles two societies. Amusing and sincere, Native
--a selection of his popular columns--is comprised of unrestrained, profoundly thoughtful personal dispatches.