Don't Write About That Which You Don't

I Wrote A Novel About Israelis Who Live Their Own Lives On The Slope Of A Volcano. Near A Volcano One Still Falls In Love, One Still Gets Jealous, One Still Wants A Promotion, One Still Gossips.

Israel Is Imperfect, Of Course It Is - A Far Cry From The Monumental Dreams Of The Founding Fathers. One Of The Reasons Is That Their Dreams Were Unrealistic. They Were Bigger Than Life. These Were Messianic Dreams, Dreams About Total Redemption For The Jews, For The World. Such Dreams Do Not Come True, Not In Their Entirety.

Literature Is Not Made Of Ideas And It's Not Made Of Concepts, Of Psychological Analysis. It's Made Of Words.

The Israeli-palestinian Conflict Is A Tragedy; It Is A Clash Between Right And Right. And, Therefore It's Not Black And White. Sometimes, Recently It Is Indeed A Clash Between Wrong And Wrong. It Is Not As Simple As Fascism Was.

Actually, Who Hasn't Been Through The Ghastly Experience Of Sitting In Front Of A Blank Page, With Its Toothless Mouth Grinning At You: Go Ahead, Let's See You Lay A Finger On Me? A Blank Page Is Actually A Whitewashed Wall With No Door And No Window. Beginning To Tell A Story Is Like Making A Pass At A Total Stranger In A Restaurant.