By Yannets Levi
I read this book during the first few weeks of my first quarter in art/design school, so it took me much longer than usual to finish it. But I think part of the reason it took me so long was the language in which it was written. I usually read Hebrew faster than I do English, but this book was written in an almost archaic Hebrew, though it only came out last year. It felt a bit weird. The story itself is told in an unusual way, also. It is told in a way that makes it obvious to see its biographical aspects. In a way, it is a biography.
Illness and death and the relationships between the healthy and the ill play a central role here. It is not an easy book to read, but certainly an interesting one. [Hebrew, 398 pp.]
Link to book in Hebrew.