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A. Yehoshua - A Late Divorce

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Anyone who has had experience of the sad and subtle ways in which human beings torment one another under license of family ties will appreciate the merits of A.B. Yehoshuas A Late Divorce. A powerful story about a family and a country in crisis. The father of three grown children comes back to Israel to get a divorce from his wife of many years; another woman, newly pregnant, awaits him in America. Narrated in turn by each family member husband and wife, sons and daughter, young grandson the drama builds to a crescendo at the traditional family gathering on Passover Eve. Each character here is brilliantly realized. Thank goodness for a novel that is ambitious and humane and that is about things that really matter A master storyteller whose tales reveal the inner life of a vital, conflicted nation.

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Abraham B. Yehoshua

A Late Divorce

SUNDAY

Benjy knew it when Da Muddy died. He cried. He smell hit. He smell hit.

William Faulkner

Grandpa really has come I thought its raining outside it wasnt a dream I remembered how they woke me and showed me to him because they promised me they would as soon as he came from the airplane even if I was sleeping thats why I agreed to go to bed. At first I heard them argue in the dark because dad didnt want them turning on the light but mom said I promised and dad said so what hell have plenty of time to see him. But mom insisted just for a second come see him father hes done nothing but wait and ask about you for the last three days. Which wasnt even so. And the light went on but I couldnt open my eyes because it hurt and I heard a hoarse new voice it was grandpas I dont believe thats really Gaddi why I still think of him as a baby youre raising a giant here. A giant he called me not fat but dad laughed time hasnt stood still hes not your tribes hes ours big fat and solid the blankets hiding him now youll see him better later the kids in his class call him Boxer hes really a sweetheart the pain shot through my heart again. How could he? Why?

Shh Kedmi shh whispered mom the childs up already she patted my head and tried sitting me up but she was too late she always is grandpa already had heard. Who told dad? He knows everything. If only mom had told grandpa now about my glands but she just propped me up in bed with her hand to keep me from falling get up Gaddi its grandpa hes here open your eyes I opened them and saw Uncle Tsvi in a hat but all wrinkled and taller full of hair he was crying ma passed me to him he tried lifting me he staggered and almost dropped me he kissed me he got me wet with his tears. He doesnt remember me. Do you remember me Gaddi? We told you he would come in the end laughed mom her eyes were wet too. You wanted us to wake you. So I put my lips on his rough dry cheeks for a kiss. Thats enough said dad he took me from grandpa and swung me back into bed they were already by the baby to look at her too they didnt wake her though because once shes up she never goes back to sleep. Enough said dad youll see so much of them youll be sick of them yet. He turned off the light I was almost asleep again when he came back and pulled off the blanket as long as youre up why dont you try to pee we dont want any more little messes. I dont have to I whispered. Try anyway theres always something he helped me up and into my slippers he led me to the bathroom and pulled down my pajamas I saw the whole house lit bags and suitcases and grandpas back he was drinking tea with his hat on. But there wasnt any pee my head kept dropping to the little pool of clear water dad whistled standing guard by the door. Well? I made already I whispered and flushed right away. I didnt hear you he said but I made I pulled up my pants and went back to bed what does he want he trails me like a policeman he covered me and said give me a kiss so I gave him one and he kissed me back hard and left then I felt if I waited some more I might have peed after all it was all because of that whistling and I fell asleep.

And now it was warm and wet down there with that sweet like smell of the mess and the rain I could hear it dripping all the time even though it was nearly Passover it was the day of our class seder. There wasnt a sound in the house not even the radio till dad stood in the doorway its seven oclock arent you getting up he came to pull off the blanket but I held on to it tight. Im getting up I said he didnt smell a thing the minute he left I part-closed the door I pulled off my wet bottoms real quick and stuffed them into my schoolbag and covered them with books I took an old wool blanket and spread it on the stain to absorb it the baby opened her eyes. Then I went to the bathroom to wash up. Grandpas bags were all gone only his hat was still on the kitchen table there was a smell of coffee dad sat behind his paper.

Wheres mom?

Shes sleeping. They were up all night. Cmon, get a move on. Its raining, Ill drive you to school. Do you want an egg?

Yes. And I sat down at the table that was full of food while he went to fry me an egg. Will grandpa live with us now?

Of course not.

Will he go live with grandma?

Dad laughed. Where is that?

Where she is.

But I was never in that place she doesnt really live in just nearby.

No. Hes only come for a few days to take care of some business. Hell stay with Tsvi too, and with Asa in Jerusalem. Then hell go back to America.

For good?

For the time being.

He gave me the egg and some cocoa and Rice Krispies and two slices of bread. He always gives me a lot and expects me to finish it all.

Why did grandpa cry?

When?

Last night.

Did he? I didnt notice. I guess he felt like it. Lets go, enough questions. Hurry up, I dont have time

I began to eat listening to the quiet in the house watching the raindrops run down the windowpane. I said:

It was just one boy who called me Boxer once. It wasnt everyone

He put down his paper and looked at me and laughed.

All right, all right. It was just something I said. I didnt mean anything by it. Even if they do call you Boxer why should you care? Tell them to go to hell. Im on the chubby side myself, and you can see theres nothing wrong with it, especially if youre tall.

He stood up to show me his stomach letting it hang out on purpose beating it with his fist.

Dont worry, youll be big and strong just like me.

But I didnt want to be just like him not that I said so.!t was already past seven-thirty. I finished eating and went back to my room to pack my schoolbag and to see if the stain was gone but it wasnt so I sort of made the bed while the baby looked on its a good thing she cant talk I stuck the pacifier in her mouth and walked out past the shut door where grandpa was sleeping I looked around to see if he had left something for me but there wasnt anything that looked like it. I went to mom and dads room and touched mom she opened her eyes right away she smiled but dad was right behind me leave her alone Gaddi hands off let her sleep what is it that you want?

I need matzos, lettuce and wine. Were having a class seder this morning.

Why didnt you say so yesterday?

I told mom.

Maybe you can get along without it. Borrow some from another boy.

Im getting up, said mom.

You dont have to. Ill take care of it. Come on, just get a move on.

He went to the kitchen and wrapped two matzos in a newspaper he looked in the closet and found a bottle of old wine he tasted it and made a face he looked at me and said what difference does it make you wont drink it anyway its just symbolic and he poured some into an old jar that used to have olives in it. Forget about the lettuce he said you can borrow a leaf from someone. So I started back toward mom dont be stubborn he said its getting late but I said I need lettuce so he searched in the vegetable bin and found some old leaves and gave them to me was he sore. Since when did you get so religious? I put it all in my schoolbag my watch already said ten to eight.

What else do you need?

A snack for school.

What about the matzo?

Its for the seder at the end.

Okay, I wont let you starve. He cut two thick slices of bread in a hurry and put chocolate spread on them he jangled his keys then mom was there she told me to put on my boots I went to get them she combed my hair Im counting to three and going dad shouted the baby cried I strapped on my schoolbag and started downstairs halfway down I remembered I ran back up mom opened the door the baby was already in her arms.

Whats wrong?

Nothing.

I ran to the bathroom and opened my schoolbag and took out the wet pajamas and stuffed them deep into the laundry bin on the way out I passed grandpas door I opened it quietly and saw him sleeping by a suitcase full of clothes but nothing in it seemed to be for me.

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