This IS a BOOK I READ!!!
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I just wanted this review to look like almost every other review in my update feed right now. FUCK. sigh.
Elizabeth, thank you for this book. I doubt I ever would have read it or paid much attention to it if you hadn't brought it with you on one of your New York visits.
I don't really get the blurbs on the novel though. Different reviewers call it a detective novel, another calls it and Israeli Notes from Underground, and the front cover copy says it's in the tradition of le Carre (add your own accent grave or the other one over the e, or don't, it's pretentious for an Englishman to take on a very French sounding name, so I recommend calling him John the Carre where you pronounce Carre as if it were the flop Broadway musical adapted from the novel of a sort of popular horror novelist from Maine.)
This novel isn't either of the first two, but I will accept that there are shades of The Spy who Came in from the Cold here. I won't accept this being like the Smiley novels though (was Smiley in TSWCIFTC? I think so, but he's not really a main character, yes. Yes, he was because I remember his character being in the movie. I enjoyed that movie quite a bit, I think more than I enjoyed the book. Maybe you will watch it one day if you haven't already, and maybe you will read this book. I wouldn't stop you if you were going to do either).
But Notes from Underground? I don't think whatever Zman Yershalayim has ever read the book. I have. Three times, and I don't see any real similarities here. I do usually call it Notes from the Underground though. That is incorrect. I typed it that way the first time I said the title of the book a few paragraphs above, you wouldn't have known that if I didn't tell you. Not because you are a poor reader (but you may in fact be a shitty reader, or a great one, I can't say, this review wasn't written only for you, you solipistic bastard (that's if you thought I was calling you a poor reader, if you realized I wasn't personally calling you a name ignore the last hundred or so words) but because I went back and fixed it.
Holy shit, can you believe that I'm trying to pass off this rambling nonsense as a review?
Because you (yes you, whomever you are) aren't me you don't see the messages people have recently been writing when I ask them to write something in order to be considered to be my friend (note to non-friends---I don't accept friends of people I don't know who just write "something". I realize that my question, Write something begs to be answered in such a way, but I don't respond to it. I don't decline you, I just put you on a probationary indecision realm. Or I do nothing. I leave you with the 17 other people who wrote 'something'), because you aren't me etc., you don't know that people have been telling me they enjoy my 'reviews' even though I don't seem to review the book I'm talking about...
....look out. here it comes.....
Plot Synopsis
A high-ranking official in the Israeli secret service is handed a new brief: go undercover as an aspiring novelist to befriend Dauphna, an Israeli writer, and her friend Hanai, a renowned Palestinian poet. The target is Hani's son Yotam, a wanted terrorist leader. As the undercover agent becomes ingrained in Dauphna and Hani's lives, his own well-entrneced sense of right and wrong is clouded. The writers have awoken feelings he thought were long dead. Yet his sense of duty and the haits of a lifetime in the military propel the agent to go ahead with his deceptions and lay a trap for Yotam.A spelling binding novel that takes the reason on a tumultuous journey through the conflicted Israeli mind
(note to reader, I only cut and pasted this shit. I'm not responsible for the typo in the almost dead center of the review. Nor the one at the end in the penultimate or final lines of the synopis.)
I'd slap a spoiler tag around that synopsis, but it doesn't FUCKING matter, it's close to the blurb on the book (sans typos) and it's at the top of the screen next to the picture of the book (unless you aren't reading this review in the way I imagine you are, because there are ways you could read this review where you wouldn't necessarily have the book description on the same page as the review).
It's a book about an interrogator who kills a dude and then punches another dudes teeth in because homeboy number 2 said something rude. And he is also doing this thing where he pretends to be a write to befriend this MILF novelist who is friends with this Arab poet who has a son who is a terrorist. And the novelist woman has a son who is a junkie who sometimes sings Morrissey songs to himself, but we are never told which ones, which is a bummer because it would make for something I could talk about and go on a tangent about. And this son made me think of my friend who really liked Morrissey and heroin and who DIED not from liking Morrissey too much but, surprisingly, because of the heroin.
These people I just mentioned, they are all characters and stuff happens. If you like books about Israeli interrogators, MILF novelists, cancer-ridden Arab poets, terrorist organizers and people who remind me of my friend Matt then you will love this book!!!!!
Stay tuned for my next infrequent review where I may in fact talk about something substantial, possibly the book I'm 'reviewing' or possibly how I feel about something unrelated to the book. Or maybe I'll just ramble on again. You'll never know though unless you keep paying constant attention to me and do nothing else with your life except wait for me to write something new!!!