Paths
Don't go down the Israeli aisle said my friend Ulla, longtime book professional the first time I went to the Frankfurt Book Fair so many years ago. If she had warned me against the Chinese aisle my life might have been different.
The Israeli aisle the first I walked through, stopping to talk to two men, one round, close to the ground,the other long and thin they looked like a good set of salt shakers. Three of us spent the whole first week of Frankfurt together. They taught philosophy and wanted to start a publishing company. And we did. This was in the eighties.
And then what happened? What is this story's arc?
Today I can only tell you about today. The rest is a novel.
Today I am teaching a class in the shelter where the short round one he became my close friend we said we were relatives he lived in the shelter for many years. today the woman who runs the building she liked him today she said, because he is back in Jerusalem because his life has taken its hundredth turn today someone will clear out his room Goethe and Beckett and his valuable volumes of Proust come to the lobby she said take one of his books home. That way she said you'll remember him more.