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Can I fool him—or am I making a fool of myself?

At last I reach his bed, above which I can see two open tears in the canvas. Slanting down from there are two long rays, the rays of morning light, the glare of which beams down directly upon his eyes, his odd, blind eyes. The eyelids are so fine, the little veins so delicate, so transparent, that in a flash I begin to worry. Can I fool him—or am I making a fool of myself? Can he see, even vaguely? Can he tell, somehow, who I am, perhaps by the slightness of my frame, or the general shape of my shoulders? Naturally, I have to test it. So I raise my Esav arm, the one with the hairy sleeve. I raise it with the thought of bringing it down upon him in one fell swoop, right next to his cheek, and stopping just short of a slap. Would he flinch? Would he give a flutter? My hand flies up. I freeze. But then, an incredible thing happens. You would not believe it—I do not believe it myself! I cannot, for the life of me, control it any further.At first I figure that the old man must have cast some spell over me. By all accounts, he is a master of scriptures and can recite magical chants in a number of ancient languages. I stand there, with my arm frozen in the air over him, and with my eyes burning in their sockets as if to drill a hole in him. But nothing seems to have changed: he does not squirm, nor does he stir under my gaze. And so, little by little, I grow calmer. 
Excerpt from A Favorite Son

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She opens the old story to be instead a lively psychological study of family and of greed and longing for paternal love and more. It works spectacularly well
-Grady Harp, Hall of Fame Reviewer

I remember the way I held her in my arms

First Bathsheba throws open the window, letting in a cold morning breeze. As if to tell me that this is already autumn, a smell of dry leaves wafts in. The silk curtains start swishing as they sway, they billow wildly around her, blotting and redrawing the curves of her silhouette, which in a blink, brings back to me the fullness of her figure back then, when she was expecting our first child. I remember the way I held her in my arms that hot summer evening, right there by that window. Together, we looked out at the last glimmer of the sun, sinking. I remember the way she guided my hand, ever so gently, so I could feel her skin, her warmness, and the faint kick of the baby inside her. Then the glow dimmed, it smoldered into darkness. After a while we could no longer guess the exact place where it had happened.Now, looking at her back from across the chamber, I wonder: does she remember that moment? And if so, does she remember it fondly? Is there a glint of laughter playing in her eyes? The rings, high up there above her head, start squealing as she slides the curtain, with a harsh movement, across its pole. A moment later she comes over here and bends over the bed, where the young girl, Abishag, lays dreaming, with her arms loosely wrapped around me. “Get up,” Bathsheba says to her, without bothering to look at me,  to check if I am awake. “I’ve brought fresh towels for you. Get up.”The girl opens her eyes and at once, her muscles tense up. She withdraws from me and with a light-footed leap hops off the bed. I can tell she is embarrassed, because this has been her first night here, with me, and because it must be hard to decide what to do next: walk backwards from my wife and shrink away, somehow—or curtsey before her, which is an awkward thing to do when you are wearing next to nothing.  “Go already, go wash yourself,” says Bathsheba, looking at the girl with an amused, belittling smile on her lips. “You should’ve cleaned yourself last night, before coming to his bed. Didn’t they tell you?
David in A Peek at Bathsheba


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"The miracle of Uvi Poznansky's writing is her uncanny ability to return to old stories and make them brilliantly fresh"-Grady Harp, Hall of Fame reviewer

A Beautiful Love Story

A beautiful review by Regina of my WWII romance novel, Dancing with Air:

5.0 out of 5 stars A Beautiful Love StoryByREginaon August 19, 2016Format: Kindle Edition|Verified Purchase Love is the beautiful thread that weaves Lenny and Natasha lives together.

Dancing With Air is a lovely story set in a very unlovely era – WWII. Bad things are happening all around Lenny and Natasha and somehow their love finds a way to thrive in spite of it all. Bombs are falling, danger lurks around every corner and let’s not forget Natasha’s mother – someone very determined to keep them apart.

This book has a wonderful mixture of what Lenny and Natasha’s lives were like back when they were falling in love and the present time, as Lenny tries to deal with his wife’s frightening disease – Alzheimer’s. As the reader we want everything to be okay for both Lenny and Natasha
but know it probably won’t be.

Dancing With Air is a rollercoaster ride of joy and sorrow- such a beautiful experience.

Tiny lizards and worms were soaring over us in a big swirl

Rising, somehow, to a shaky stand I popped my eyes open. Still, all I could see in the mounting darkness is the quick flash of her teeth. She bared them in a smile. I turned my gaze away, noting the walls around us. I had seen an elevator once, when Job had taken me to a hotel, the King David Hotel in Jerusalem. He had booked the honeymoon suite up there at the very top, knowing it would impress a simple village girl like me. But now, this here was like no elevator I had ever seen before. How can I begin to describe it to you? Space was tight. In distress I looked up—perhaps by force of habit—to cry, to say a prayer. Stones, torn roots, autumn leaves, most of them already rotten, even tiny lizards and worms were soaring over us in a big swirl, bouncing from time to time off the walls, and then being blown up and away with a big spit, straight off the top of this thing. After a while you could breathe again, if you were so inclined. I was not. In the shadows, if you dared brush your fingers around you, you might feel the mud slipping upward along the walls as we went on falling. Then came various outlines, various shells and pebbles and hairy seaweed, all floating across a layer of damp air. From time to time a fish skeleton swam by, lit from inside, like the neon signs at the top of that hotel in Jerusalem. And then, puff! The skeleton hit the elevator wall and crumbled to dust. Layer after layer rose away. Water, vapor, gas; cold, hot, toasty. All the while the floor kept accumulating hairy strands of algae, crumpled insect wings, chopped off lizard tails, split-open pebbles, coal dust...
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The ideas seem from a different realm of non-reality, but they are so immaculately constructed that each work becomes a little treasure to visit repeatedly.  -Grady Harp, Hall of Fame Reviewer

Literary writing at its best

Lovely new review of my WWII romance novel, Dancing with Air:

5.0 out of 5 stars Literary writing at its bestByMolly Flanderson August 17, 2016Format: Kindle Edition A moving and evocative novel working with the theme of Alzheimers and memories. While confronting the possible diagnosis of Alzheimers' for his wife Natasha in the now, Lenny remembers their life and love together, most notably their time in England during World War II. Both their lives are clearly ones to remember, underlining the tragedy of the disease.
On some level this is a deep and involving love story, while on another it is of fascinating historical value: we learn about Natasha's life with the USO, an morale boosting entertainment unit for the troops, hear about Lenny's intelligence operation and witness life in wartime England. The characters are engaging as is the plot.
Knowing the characters in the series from previous novels, this shift of scenery and perspective is particularly rewarding and makes me want to recommend the entire series to you. Literary writing at its best.

When we kissed goodbye in Mayfair

The mood was altered, not only for me but also for my sweetheart. After hanging up the receiver we stumbled into silence. After a while I offered to escort her to Mrs. Babcock’s home, but Natasha refused. She kissed me goodbye, a bit hurriedly, and said that a long walk, by herself, would do her good. I watched her walking away from me, her figure shrinking into the distance under the London Plane trees. Stiff-textured leaves were swirling in the evening breeze. One of them, lobed like the palm of a hand, landed on my shoulder as if to say, don’t take it to heart. This had been a long day. Things were bound to look brighter, come next morning.Yes, I said to myself. Natasha must have been exhausted now, and so was I. What’s more, her Ma was an expert in taking control of the conversation, which was why it took the wind out of both of us But tomorrow, she would come back for me, really she would.I took a stroll in the opposite direction, then stood a long time by the fountain, watching other couples coming by, walking hand-in-hand. A street performer tried, several times, to gather some of them into an audience, all in vain. No one paid attention to him. Perhaps it was too late. The sky was getting darker. Time to go home.He stopped by my side, perhaps sensing my sadness, and sang, in the softest voice,
When we kissed goodbye in MayfairForever I’ll recallChill trembling in the airSummer turning to fall
When you left—I may be wrong—But it was too hard to bearA nightingale stopped in the middle of a songSilence lingering over Berkeley square. 
Lenny in Dancing with Air

I go into a meticulous research to study the time and place of my novel, but when I start writing in earnest, I set all that aside, and let the details come in naturally, as my character goes through the experience of sensing the moment. Planted at regular intervals in Berkeley Square, London Place Trees do have stiff-textured leaves that look like the palm of a hand, and I used this information to set up the mood of autumn for this passage.


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"The writing of this intense story of love and heartbreak is what makes it a classic. You'll go through the wringer with this one, but you'll never forget it." ~ J.A. Schneider, author

Fine art of writing beyond romance or historical fiction

Skadi Winter is the author of HEXE,  the story of young girl, born during the coldest winter people could remember in a remote German village shortly after WWII. I am deeply touched by her review of my WWII romance novel, Dancing with Air:


5.0 out of 5 stars Fine art of writing beyond romance or historical fictionBySkadi Winteron August 19, 2016Format: Kindle Edition Dancing with Air (Still Life with Memories Book 4)
Having read all the the reviews for this book, what can I add? 'Dancing with Air' - the title - the author's filigrane, artistic poetry shining through, leading the reader to yet another story of enchantment turning into a boundless and ceaseless passionate involvement of Lenny and Natasha, the protagonists who fascinate and, at the same time, touch my heart so intensely it hurts. Alzheimer's disease, one of the most frightening plagues of our time, the 'black void that is gaping'. What will remain for those who are left out, who are left behind? The well researched historical background of the story was not what intrigued me; it was the most sensible insight into the souls and hearts of Lenny and Natasha, facing their amour, their romance, turning into boundless and ceaseless passionate involvement over time, such diminishing war, secret missions, a gifted concert pianist entertaining troops overseas, a combination of slaughter and annihilation called war, into a poignant story of "love is the only thing that prevails". When, one day, Lenny wanted to tell his son about all the adventures of his life, the son answers rather brusque: " Sounds like a long winded story!" Well, it is not. It is the story of "In a flash, fear tightened its grip on me, fear, that despite our love, despite everything we had gone through together, I might lose her". War certainly is not a game, nor is love. I am an avid reader since my early childhood. Never has a writer touched me like Uvi Poznanski. Her books will last right in line with classic writers long gone. I am sure. I recommend her books wholeheartedly to anyone who appreciates fine art.

Check out my interview by my good friend and gifted author @MimiBarbour

Mimi Barbour is a New York Times, USA Today, Best-selling author who says, "I'm an author who loves to write uplifting stories about romance." I am thrilled that she invited me for an interview. Please check it out:

Meet my good friend & wonderful author, Uvi Poznansky with her new release - "Dancing with Air"

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Janna Yeshanova is the founder and principal of Life-Spark LLC, is a dynamic and powerful life coach and trainer. She escaped to the United States when persecution became violent during the crumbling of the Soviet state. I am thrilled that she invited me for an interview. Her first question was, " Uvi, the history I put in Love Is Never Past Tense comes directly out of my life. How does history fit into your recent work?"

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Interview with Uvi Poznansky

You'll find her rich "artistic" writing style to be fresh and addictive

Here is a lovely review for my novel, Dancing with Air:


5.0 out of 5 stars CaptivatingByB Nelsonon August 9, 2016Format: Kindle Edition|Verified Purchase Once again Uvi Poznansky, one of my favorite authors, has captivated me. "Dancing with Air (Still Life with Memories Book 4)" by Uvi Poznansky, is another wonderful story in this series (a great family saga). I'd recommend starting with the first book, but this one can also be read as a standalone. If you like historical fiction and an intelligent love story, you're in for a treat. Beyond that, if you haven't read this author before, you'll find her rich "artistic" writing style to be fresh and addictive. Highest recommendation. Five stars.