I read Isaac Babel’s “The Story of my Dovecot” this week and my jaw dropped. Why?
1. He writes about studying for his exams in a way I’ve only seen Arabs talk & write about it.
2. He writes about the list of names that get into “First Class” the way I’ve only read Palestinians write about it.
3. He writes about the Pogrom the way I’ve heard and read Palestinians talk& write about ’48 and ’67
4. He is one of the most brilliant writers I have ever encountered
I plan to explore the connections some more. Meanwhile, I’m writing a response story to it (of course)…