I’ve often raved about a writer named Etgar Keret, and I’ve reviewed a
half dozen or so of his books. There is
a reason I’m a big fan: he’s completely entertaining. He writes short stories
that are memorable, no small accomplishment when you are using only several
pages to tell a story. The Seven Good Years: a Memoir is his
latest work to be translated into English. It’s more of the same, and in this case, that’s a good thing.
Actually, it’s not exactly more of the same. In this book, the short stories are related
and autobiographical. Some of them are funny, some are not, though they are
always told in a self-deprecating way that touches you personally. They are grouped in years.
Year 1 begins with the birth of Keret’s son, Lev. The delivery is referred to as “natural,”
though Keret immediately questions “what’s natural about a midget with a cable
hanging from his belly button popping out of your wife’s vagina?” The Kerets arrive at the hospital after a
wild taxi ride, as all medical personnel are being paged to the emergency room
in response to a terrorist rocket that has reached Tel Aviv, previously thought
of as “safe” from rocket attacks. Lev, the-soon-to-be-born,
is a fast study and patiently waits until the worst of the hospital crisis is
over before deciding to make his first appearance.
The next few years takes one through raising an infant child as a
father who is a writer that does not keep 9 to 5 type hours, and a mother who does a 9 to 5 plus-hours job. Etgar brags
that he spends a lot of time at the playground. “I don’t want to brag, but I’ve
managed to earn myself a unique, somewhat mythic status among the parents who
take their children to Ezekiel Park, my son’s favorite spot in Tel Aviv. I attribute that special achievement not to
any overwhelming charisma I may possess, but rather to two common, lackluster
qualities: I’m a man, and I’m hardly
ever working.”
One of the more poignant of the chapters deals with a question he is
confronted with by another parent while at the playground: “Tell me something” said the mother of a
3-year old, “will Lev go to the army when he grows up?” (Israel has compulsory military
service). Seems this is a favorite topic
of the playground-moms, almost from birth; while playground-dads don’t
think about it at all, until confronted with it. It is politics at the personal level – not totally different from how the
politics of the Vietnam War played out at the family level in the United
States. And as with all of Keret's books, please note the cover illustration, it relates directly to a chapter on the Angry Birds, that well known child phenomena that teaches kids how to be violent.
Interspersed with the tales of raising Lev are essays on other topics:
including Etgar's frequent travels abroad to book fairs and at academic invitation. Most of these other stories are humorous (i.e.
how he met his wife), but not always. One
is about a trip he made to Poland where his parents were the only family members
to escape the holocaust. The trip
triggers multiple memories, not of his, but as told by his parents – comparing
the old Poland of his grandparents’ generation, good and bad; and the
revisionist version often told by current residents. [It
isn’t a focus of this book, but the use of the “oral tradition” to save and
continue family history when material possessions and documents were also lost
to carnage, is an interesting academic aside.]
The end of the seventh of “The Seven Good Years” is the death of his
father, though the actual death
& shiva is not the main focus. The
real story Etgar tells is his father’s attitude toward pending death.
During the time period covered by this book,
Keret wrote his one and only children’s book – influenced heavily by his
experience as a playground parent. The book,
complete with great illustrations by Rutu Modan, is titled Dad Runs Away with
the Circus – it’s a rather fun read.
Recommendation: The Seven Good
Years is his best book yet, and considering how I praised Suddenly A Knock on the Door, that
is a strong recommendation. One should pick up Dad Runs Away
with the Circus for the kids in your family. But read it before you give it to them, you'll find it whimsical and fun.
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