Image via Wikipedia//Give me a library and take me out in 100-year timeIt was the last Shabbat of the year, not too busy and with a lot of books around. Not all of them very good, but interesting enough to mention them shortly:On the gray side of the bookshelf:
Lev Raphael, The German Money - A spectacular ending, not necessarily worth to read the whole long story about too long - and sometimes boring - personal discoveries following the sudden heritage of almost 1 million $ representing reparations from the German state. The sudden death of the mother is leading to a well hidden and unexpected secret, but the way in which the story is built is sinous and too much focused on confession and soliloquia of only one character, not always in communication or coordination with the other participant at the plot.
Amos Oz, The Hill of Evil Counsel - Three novellas with nice words, but very badly put together to create good stories. Or maybe I fall on the wrong translation. Another incentive to improve my literary Hebrew.
On the light side of the bookshelf:
Soma Morgenstern, with a book about the post-Shoah life in Sereth, a Romanian locality important in the geography of Hasidism. A moving story about life, death, betrayal and hate.
The best choice of this Shabbat is Sami Michael's book about the disappearance of Jewish life in Baghdad, a history we are forgetting too easily.
Let's say it's enough for today - more books are waiting and will be soon mentioned here. Stay tunned, please!
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