I put off writing this at first because I finished the book at the height of the most recent conflict in Palestine and didn’t want to deal with those who attacked even the slightest possible positive reference to Israel. This is not a political book, it’s a novel based on the early post-war days of the founding of Israel; it is neither pro-, nor anti-Zionist, it’s a novel about a particular time in a particular place, not about the conflict that exists today so, for those inclined, I prefer to skip the whole political discourse.
The story concerns a 20-year-old Jewish girl, Evelyn Sert, who lives in London Soho. Her uncle had always talked about the utopic “Jewish homeland” being constructed in Israel where all Jews would be welcome to participate in its building; she’s left alone after her mother dies and decides to start a new life in this newborn promised land. The one skill she brings to her adopted land is hairdressing, which she learned working with her mother, and she soon finds that this is not one of the professions sought after by those bureaucrats in charge of finding a place for the influx of Jews. That said, she’s lucky to be admitted as she’s able to enter as a British tourist; the territory is still under British rule and there’s a quota as to how many Jews can be admitted with many refused entry and more-or-less left stranded on ships offshore. However, she’s there and a place must be found for her so she’s sent to a kibbutz; hairdressing isn’t much in demand there either and she’s soon part of an agricultural work crew sent by truck to parcels in the arid desert. This is a far cry from her life in a more temperate Britain; not only is she unable to tolerate the heat but she doesn’t speak Hebrew and life for kibbutzim is built around work – however, old societal rules have also been thrown off so free time means free love. Added to this, a group of Eastern Europeans are later sent there who pretty much refuse to work; they have lived an existence under the Nazis of circumventing rules and are not at all interested in the projects of the kibbutz, only in staying in the cool barracks and eating chocolate. So much for unity.
Evelyn decides that kibbutz life is not for her and takes off for Tel Aviv; on the way, she meets Johnny, a young man who offers to take her the rest of the journey on his motorcycle. In Tel Aviv, she finds a place to live almost immediately when she’s approached in a café and she learns a bit more about “Jewish unity” as there are different classes from different parts of Europe as well as the native Jews; she is thrust in the midst of these internecine “commentaries” as well as the accusations over Jewish profiteers. When she begins a relationship with Johnny, who is one of the Tel Aviv natives and offers to show her around, there are suspicions about his background which he is reluctant to divulge to her. As for work, luckily one of Evelyn’s neighbors has a hair salon(!); it caters mostly to the wives of British officers who are eager for gossip back home and full of remarks about the Jewish population in the city so to pass as “one of them”, Evelyn becomes a bleached blond named Priscilla Jones. Her idealism begins to fade as she becomes more and more entangled with the different factions and the tone of the book begins to shift as her new life begins to close in on her.
This is not “Exodus” (although someone in the book comments about the film as they look back in time) but something less mythic and heroic. Arabs aren’t part of this story but they are recognized for their cross-cultural contributions; history is made of many simultaneous stories and those looking for all sides of all stories to be included will just have to accept that this is one thread in the tapestry. It’s a very good book, winner of the 2000 Orange Prize, with a bit of everything in it: history, romance, comedy, thriller. (There was also an accusation of plagiarism but this was dismissed as anything borrowed was used with permission.) Linda Grant drew her picture of this time through interviews with others; anyone looking for a firsthand account could do worse than Amos Oz’s autobiography but the personalities ring true and I can recommend it.