Etgar’s stories are a reminder of that rude
intangible that often goes unspoken in creative writing workshops: a great work
of art is often just residual evidence of a great human soul. There is
sweetheartedness and wisdom and eloquence and transcendence in his stories
because these virtues exist in Etgar himself.
Reading his stories, we are reminded that what we
call “craft” is really just the means by which the writer manages to give clear
passage to these positive virtues.
George Saunders, “Introducing Etgar
Keret”
In the absence
of a new collection of short fiction by Israeli author Etgar Keret [see my previous piece on him here; see his “12 or 20 questions” interview here], I’ve
been reading through his Four Stories
(Syracuse NY: Syracuse University Press, 2010), published as part of “The B. G. Rudolph Lectures in Judaic Studies” at Syracuse University. Introduced by
George Saunders, the short collection features an edited version of a lecture
Keret gave at the university in October, 2009, as well as the four stories he
read from. The lecture, titled “Second Generation,” is an absolutely stunning essay
on growing up as a child of Holocaust survivors, and how that fed directly into
the way he sees the world, and his writing:
When you read second-generation
authors, and there are some wonderful authors—children of Holocaust survivors,
like Savyon Liebrecht, Lizzie Doron, Nava Semel, and now, recently, Amir Gutfreund—the thing that they always talk about is the silence. The fact that
there was always a silence in their houses. Basically, Holocaust survivors did
not talk about the Holocaust experience, either out of some wish to suppress
the pain or even sometimes from a feeling of strong, unjustified, shame. They
didn’t want to tell those stories. I must say that in my house it was
different, different in very strange ways that, as a kid, I was uncritical
of—and I guess that also as an adult, I was uncritical. Maybe now after passing
forty, I look at it differently, but my parents always had these things. You
know, they never denied the horrifying experience they had to go through, but
there was something in the way that they told it.
For example, my father spent almost
six hundred days of the war in a hole in the ground, and I asked him, “Father,
how did you get through that?” And he said, “You know, son, I have this belief
that every person is the world champion in something. But the sad thing about
it is, most of us will never discover what we are really good at. There are
people who could be amazing tennis players, and they just play piano all their
life, and they are mediocre at that, and they don’t know they could be great
tennis players. One thing I can say about the war is that it showed me my
greatest talent, the thing that nobody in the world can do better than me. And
that’s sleep! Throughout this long period, every day, I would close my eyes,
fall asleep, wake up six or seven hours later, and I would say to my father,
‘Dad, is the war over?’ And he would say, ‘No.’ So I said, ‘Maybe I should
sleep some more.’ This was my way of surviving the war. And all the people who
were in hiding with me were jealous of me because they had to be there in a
place in which time stood still, afraid for their lives, while I was sleeping.”
Part of what
attracts me to Keret’s writing includes the sheer humanity of it, focusing on
the important connections and disconnections between people, and the absolute
brevity of his writing style, including only what is essential to the purposes
of each story. Even through repeating the story of his father’s war experiences
living and sleeping in a hole in the ground, a lesser writer might describe the
hole, the population of the hole, the circumstances of the hole, or even
describe other tangents that would take away from the story’s purpose and power.
Thanks to his parents, Keret is able to speak fearlessly about what others can
only whisper, openly exploring various dark histories and situations, both
large and small. In his lecture, he speaks about the optimism his parents gave
their three children, and that is what is most attractive in Keret’s fiction:
his clarity, his fearless and his boundless optimism.
There aren’t
many things I think everyone should read. This is something I think everyone
should read.
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