A really dumb rambling bunch of nonsense with occasional humorous parts. Having read this authors brilliant "The Wandering Who", it's hard to believe the same person would write this trash.
Although this is a very political book, it manages to discuss everything from sex to food, and does it in a very funny and entertaining way. This book reminded me very much of Gunther Grass's "stream of consciousness" novels in the way it connects politics and bodily functions in the most amusing way.
Those finding Atzmon's book fascinating should be hipped to his group's new CD, Exiles, which essentially raises the same points musically as he does here verbally. There is an irony in this Israeli's use of Israeli songs to suggest contrary opinions of Israeli policy vis-a-vis the Palestinians.
This is a book that I could not put down. It is a treasure.
It's a screed - and like many, one should pay attention - but be on guard.This novel is not what it promises.
Much is made of Atzmon's rejection of Zionism and emigration out of Israel, so much so that it tends to dominate discussions of his work with a lot of name-calling and hand-wringing on the part of his fellow Israelis and/or Jews elsewhere. What happens then is the obscuring of his craft, which is quite superb.
Although you shouldn't judge a book by it's cover, sometimes reading the back blurb is all you have to go on. Well, this book is not about what it says on the back - although it is still enjoyable.
