![]() ![]() excited -I sit on a wooden chair made of red plastic jelly, waiting for the light, by a table whose are heightened, but will not succeed in dividing the tools from the curling smoke.” Bay or laurel, daphne in Greek, as was explained to me by a linguist of the Bar-Ilan University, is understood to be the name of a daughter in Hebrew, in English, and even (most important for her in-laws) in Dutch. “Again and again,” the novel begins, “my tea draws a on the internal bay leaves of my mind.” The choice of the bay leaf as a symbol for the unconscious is an interesting one. A plot summary presented on the occasion of Shats’ receipt of an empty envelope purporting to contain an unidentified sum of money, in a room hidden deep in the recesses of the Hebrew University and lined with waxy lemonwood paneling, a sum I know to have been $5,000, already spent by Shats at the time of his smiling acceptance of the empty envelope-the occasion was a ceremony commemorating his receipt, several months before, of the Peter Schweipert prize for literary genius-but I shouldn’t give away the plot for several pages yet. ![]() ![]() It having become apparent that I should write a novel, my next concern became which novel I should write.Īn obvious choice was Avner Shats’ recent debut, Sailing Toward the Sunset. ![]()
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